Catholic Girls Start Much Too Late.

But enjoy it more once we do.

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Class of ’69 after a tour of our alma mater, Mother Seton Regional High School, Clark, NJ
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Our school seal. Maria Impende Juvanam, I think it means something like, Mary, help us Catholic girls (who start too late!).
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Mother Seton Senior Prom, 1969. The girls, L to R: Shirley, Mary Lou, Barbara, me, Annette.
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You’re not supposed to walk on the seal! I didn’t realize I was lying on it though. So sorry.
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Dottie riffing on her lavender hair after keeping us in stitches on the surprise delivery of her twins.
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Gone too soon, these schoolmates.
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Me, Sharon, Denise, ten years ago, at the 40th reunion. Denise and I go back to first grade at St. Mary’s, Rahway, NJ. Sharon sat in front of me in home room, high school. We were seated in alpha order: Curly, Cusumano.
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The Uniform: We had to wear this pleated plaid skirt and green blazer through winter. It wasn’t so bad. We had pastel colored shirtwaists dresses — blue, yellow, pink — very Betty Crockerish, for spring and summer.

Author(ity) in/on San Francisco. Novel, essay, memoir. Teaches tango. Travel, outdoors, culture. Former editor at VIA Mag.

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