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First Issue of Alumni Newsletter

Check out the first issue of the Holy Redeemer School alumni newsletter, the Burgundy & White. Thanks to the Hotakainen family for putting it together.

 


Come Help Us Celebrate the School’s 80th anniversary

Attention all alumni, school parents, parishioners, and former Holy Redeemer staff! Please join us for an evening of entertainment, food, and adult beverages from 7-10 p.m. Fri, Mar 2, 2012, in the Four Seasons Room.
An archive of old photographs will help you remember your former school days. You can also catch up with old friends and reminisce about your school years. Come see all the updates to the middle-school wing, including the 6th-grade classroom, which is located in what was Holy Redeemer Church’s former parish offices.

The price is $25 per person. To register, send us an e-mail at hrs_alumni@verizon.net. Include your full name (including maiden name), address, and class year. (Please note: this is a NEW e-mail address; it should be used instead of the previous one with the .org extension.)
After sending the e-mail, print it and send it with your check to:
Holy Redeemer School, 4902 Berwyn Road, College Park, MD 20740
Please spread the word! For more information, contact the parish office at (301) 474-3920.

 


HRS Reunions Every 5 Years

Nov 2010: Holy Redeemer School hosted the 2010 Reunion on October 9, the Saturday before Columbus Day. All who attended HRS and guest were invited! The Reunion run from 7:30-11:30pm in the Four Seasons Room. The price was $20 per person. Please share your experience with us at hrs_alumni@verizon.net. Please include your full name, including maiden name, address, and class year. (Please note: this is a NEW e-mail address; it should be used instead of the previous one with a .org extension.)

Many will remember the Reunion of 2005. We had such a good time we decided to hold a reunion every five years. There is nothing like seeing old friends you haven’t seen in years. We should have plenty of finger food, beer, wine and a DJ, everything for a great party. You will want to take a tour of the school and convent. Yes, the nuns have retired and moved out and the space behind those secret doors is now meeting rooms and offices. Lots of renovation!

We are still trying to assemble an online Photo Gallery. Do we have your class picture? Would you have any school or parish photos we could post in the Photo Gallery? Holy Redeemer Parish will celebrate its 100th Anniversary and the School will celebrate its 80th in 2012 and is looking for old pictures. Would you have photos of the May Procession, the construction of the church or school, the carnival or other events? E-mail your scanned photographs to our new email address: hrs_alumni@verizon.net.

While on this site you can enjoy reading the Memory Board. We have kept the postings from the last Reunion as well as those made since. This is a record of experiences, and looking back we can laugh a little, cry a little and enjoy a lot of old memories. To post your best memories of Holy Redeemer, scroll down to the Memory Board below, and click on the link.


October 8, 2005: The rain proved not to be a deterrent to the eager party-goers at the 2005 HRS Reunion. Alumni and guests began arriving twenty minutes early. By the scheduled starting time, the party was in full swing. When, at 8:00 p.m., the MC spoke to welcome the people, he couldn’t be heard. The sound check had been done with an empty Four Seasons Room. By this time, there were 200 people happily greeting friends they hadn't seen in 10, 20, 30 or more years. This was only the beginning of a fun filled night.

The Olde Thyme Turkey Raffle netted $60 for the victims of the hurricanes. Joe McGinnis won the plush turkey.

The scanner was kept busy most of the evening scanning pictures brought in by alumni. The Digital Photo Library doubled in size at the Reunion. To log onto the web site with Diane Thompson’s slide show of class pictures, or to purchase pictures, the password is "reunion", the login is "holyredeemer reunion" and the link is www.dotphoto.com.

If your class pictures are not posted, we need them! Please send your scanned pictures to alumni@holy-redeemer.org. We also need other historical pictures like the May Procession, the carnival, the dedication of the church, any of the old pictures that record the history of Holy Redeemer.

The next Reunion will be on the Saturday before Columbus Day in 2010. We would like to send invitations and the alumni newsletter to more alumni. But to do so, we need more names and addresses. If you did not receive an invitation to the 2005 Reunion, or if you know of someone we should mail to, send us the name, with maiden name, address, and graduation year to alumni@holy-redeemer.org. This address can also be used for your questions, comments and suggestions.

The talk of the Reunion was The Memory Board. "Did you read about the first confession?" was heard. And all of the descriptions of the nuns like how they could "slip into the convent after school, seemingly without opening doors." The Memory Board will remain open for more memories about HRS or the Reunion. Click here to post your best memories of Holy Redeemer.

 


The Memory Board

What are your best memories of Holy Redeemer? In preparation for the Reunion, we created The Memory Board, a bulletin board for alumni to exchange memories and connect with old friends. Scan your old class photos and we will see how many we can post. Enter your best memories of Holy Redeemer by clicking here. Check back often to see what your friends have to say.

Please send your questions, comments, news and old photos to alumni@holy-redeemer.org.




Class of 1972: Michael Boyer Send an e-mail
Holy Redeemer was a great place to go to school. Great memories, too many to share on this page. Operettas, talent shows, rhythm band, luncheons, the blacktop playground with the bent basketball hoops, a walk to Rays or Becka's Bakery. Father John and Father Cammie, the nun stories I still tell today. Hope the reunion is as fun as the moments I had at school.

Class of 1965: George Johnson Send an e-mail
Sister Stella Marie Langdale: my teacher, my mentor, my friend and my guardian angel.

Class of 1970: Alice St. Armand-Lambert Send an e-mail
Firstly, thank you Sheilla for reminding me of things I had forgotten about Holy Redeemer! Fondest memory: Eighth grade with Sr. Eulalie. She was talking about trees for some reason and mentioned how all the trees turned their limbs up to heaven, as in thanks to God. It was either Joe Lasik or Greg Swaboda who then said, "Well, what about the weeping willow?" ... Silence! Also Sr. Eulalie saying one day, "Remember to always have your bags packed." My children have been quoting me that line for years! Have a great summer!

Class of 1974: Mike McGinnis Send an e-mail
Just so many come back to me most are good but a few bad.I remember Ray's Variety store and sometimes getting caught during recess knowing you weren't supposed to cross the street, the May procession, in the 8th grade rather than the desks in rows we had to put ours in a big circle so everyone could see each other. In 8th grade hiding in the coat closet during class and missing a test and then near the end of class all the girls would go up to the teacher's desk and I pretended to be coming back from the principal's office. I wonder how that skipping that test affected me over the years and if Sister Jane Michael had put that on my permanent record as she said she would. I remember wanting to go home during recess but was afraid to as my mom owned the antique store across the street and I was afraid she would see me going home. Mr Kernan (I think that was his name), in 4th grade getting your upper arm pinched by him rather than getting sent to the office, in 5th grade getting so mad at Mrs. Houston and telling her my "big brother Joe" was going to beat her up but I don't know if those were the exact words I used but I'll leave that to your imagination. Sister Eulalie, what more could be said about her, she was tough but definitely was good and I'm glad now to have had her as a teacher but glad it wasn't homeroom. I remember the music room, that's what gave me the inspiration of going into the industry I'm presently in today, the music industry, concert touring so I can honestly say if I didn't knock two sticks together I may have never seen every corner of this country touring. Seriously though I do have many GOOD memories of my time at the "Holyhole" that I read about in your memories and pretty much they're the same as mine and it all puts a big smile on my face even close to 40 years later. Most importantly I remember the people that I went there with and would never have changed those times for anything.

Class of 1970: Kathleen (Fox) Emery Send an e-mail
Wow, after reading the memories of others, I had forgotten so much... One of the funniest memories is when we were learning the sacrament of Confession. When I walked into the confessional, I stood instead of knelt because I was so short. well, I waited, and waited, and waited, finally getting tired, I knelt, and then the door slid open and there was the priest. Didn't know that you had to kneel for the door to slide open.

Class of 1970: Vicki Moreland Send an e-mail
The class of 1970 is looking for alumni. We are planning a June reunion and need to find more of our friends to join us. If you know how to contact anyone from Holy Redeemer class of 1970, please e-mail me with information: vew001@yahoo.com.

Class of 1959: Cheryl (Kosack) Miller Send an e-mail
The wonderful nuns we had teaching us. Father Fealey, Father Bailey, who I believe was pastor when our class graduated, and Father Harris. I remember going to the beach for our 8th grade class trip. Many wonderful years at Holy Redeemer.

Class of 1959: Jean R. Smith (Mary Jean Riley) Send an e-mail
My first grade teacher, Sr. Agatha swinging me around on the playground. Playing Dodge Ball. My 5th grade teacher, Sr. Pierre, being the first to call me "Jeannie." First Friday Mass with donuts and hot chocolate afterwards. The carnival (winning my first large teddy bear). Helping serve food at Bingo nights. Walking to school with my sisters. Sr. Agatha, now known by her given name, Sr. Christine Livers, is living at the Sisters of Providence Motherhouse in St. Mary of the Woods, IN. She is doing well and does Spiritual Counseling.

Class of 1970: Debbie Olek Vass Send an e-mail
Oh my, there are so many!!! I guess some would be my friends. Happy to report that some of us have "refound" each other and are communicating on a regular basis. It's just grand. Will write more later but I would love to hear from anyone. Take care.

Class of 1970: Vicki Moreland Mills Send an e-mail
I truly have fond memories of HRS. For eight years memories of good friends, sloppy joes, the operetta, CYO dances, & ice cream. Memories of Sister Eulalie sledding down the church hill on the lid of a trash can. She was a mean one, but boy could she have a good time. Going to the wedding at the Navel Academy for our fourth grade teacher ... can't remember her name. I believe it was Miss Malinowski. All those Fridays for stations of the cross. Singing at midnight mass. I remember my father and I being summoned to the convent for a meeting with one of my teachers. Sheila Meeks and I. I think we passed a note or something. I just remember how scared I was sitting in the waiting room of the convent. I really thought I was going to die that day. I remember rolling my skirt up in eight grade ... we just wanted to be in style. I made great friends at Holy Redeemer. Too bad I am just now getting back in touch with some of them. We waited much too long ... we have so many great memories to share. I hope to get to the next reunion to see all of them.

Class of 1970: Mary Kosack Vrieze Send an e-mail
I actually didn't graduate from HRS, I went there 1st through 4th grade. My fondest memory is of St. John Mary in the third grade. She was a tough teacher but she knew how to have fun. I remember her walking the class to lunch and she always walked backwards. The best day was when it snowed and she sat on a saucer type sled and down the hill she went. If I remember correctly, she fell off rolling and laughing all the way. The sad time was when President Kennedy was assassinated. I still remember Sister Regina Mary walking into class and she had been crying. How hard it was to tell a class room of such young children. I remember this on the day that Ted Kennedy is being mourned after many years of service to our nation. I would like to thank Paul for posting the picture of the class of 1970. I am able to look back at all these fresh young faces with fond memories.

Class of 1965: Barbara (Susie) Martin Send an e-mail
CYO, May Procession, the church. I was raised with an atherist father and a non-practicing mother. I felt so safe and loved for the one year I attended.

Class of 1972: Laura Dixon Slattery Send an e-mail
8th grade was definitely the most fun of my 8 yrs. at Holy Redeemer. Being in our version of Jesus Christ Superstar called "The King of Kings" was a blast. Then there was the one night someone had the bright idea we should egg the school and brought them along just in case we went for the hair brain scheme. Who was I to say no. Mary Hartley and I were just trying to remember everyone that was there. I think Regina Rice joined in and Nic Egelanian may have been the instigator. Then the next day everyone was ratted on and we had to clean it all up using only what we could find on the playground. It was okay though b/c it got us out of class. Then there was the graduation field trip to Magga Vista on the Magothy River. It was sooo much fun. I remember I thought it was far away but now I live on the Magothy and frequently pass by where the club used to be (all townhouses there now). It really wasn't that far after all. Good times, good times.Remember the year of the locusts? They were everywhere and the guys thought it was oh so funny to throw them at the girls. I loved kickball with those red rubber balls. To this day that is the only sport I was ever good at...hahaha. I'm looking forward to the reunion of 2010. All you 1972 alumni BETTER be there!

Class of 1977: Eugene Smith Send an e-mail
So many little things... May processions, 'Red Rover' on the blacktop, Push-ups and Nutty Buddys, and the big deal to move up to the 'new' school and have Miss Hemelt in Room 5. I believe we buried time capsules for the bicentennial in between 3 newly planted trees along Berwyn Road across from Fealy Hall - would be a cool project to dig them up and see what is in there.

Class of 1981: Patrick DeVaughn
We were always a large class because of first time in years not 2 class grade.
We were mostly boys. We were considered a "handful" to be polite. A lot of teachers always seemed to retire after our year.

My greater family had 14 children, 2 generations spanning 30 years, make our way through the school and parish. I, my father, my sister, my uncles and aunts and cousins walked those halls. It's my home.

Class of 2005: Tim Klapac Send an e-mail
I remember being the only class in our school not to have Mrs. Harrington as a teacher. But it's fun to go down the hallway and think of all the memories I had there. Just 2 more years and I'm out of Pallotti and off to college. Thanks Holy Redeemer for all you've given me.

Class of 1965: Carol Skarda Send an e-mail
Sister Mary Mark was an amazing woman. One "Tag Day" (where we got to wear "civilian clothes") the rubber band on my ponytail broke and Sister Mary Mark summoned me to the front of the room. With dread in my heart, this woman with no hair (at least that's what we all imagined) gathered my mass of hair so gently that I felt she was handling a baby bird. This was the same woman who could bring on a collective panic attack when we saw her reach into her habit's bottomless pocket to get "the clicker" (same pocket where the standard issue pitch pipe lived).

I've laughed at the Cuban Missile Crisis stories. Didn't the adults know that we lived at "Ground Zero" and no amount of food, drills or even bomb shelters would save us? My mother was a Russian analyst/agent at NSA and I didn't see her for weeks during that time. She was busy getting information from her people in the field about what the Russians were sending the Cubans. I guess this was one time when the "intelligence" given to the President was good.

Sister Marie Joanne (remember, pronounced "Joe-Ahn") was another standout. She knew "who liked who," controlled our raging hormones and managed to steer us successfully into the next phase of our education - Seton, Regina, John Carroll, DeMatha or High Point. The "Hollywood Girls" (Bev Kocerhan, Linda Handy, the Smith girls, Sue LaGue, and Susie Schaffer) and the "Berwyn Heights Girls" (Debbie Minnie, Loretta Scovitch, Mary Ann Hanlon, Maggie O'Conner, Sue Hyduke and myself) were well-formed units by the 8th grade.

I loved the CYO dances. They were filled with the usual teenage angst (will Ricky Donaldson talk to me? will Donny and Delores break up? will Jimmy Warrick get tossed out on his ear?), but going from parish to parish, hearing live bands and dancing (Tommy Moreland did a mean "The Fly", Chuck Thompson could "Mash Potato" and those Dolan boys could "Pony" like no one else) was a gift.

And the big question...as Mary Ann, Ret and I remember, we were in the auditorium watching a film about Leonard Bernstein when we learned about the Kennedy assassination.

Class of 1957: Elaine Hanlon Manss
I was surprised to find the Holy Redeemer alumni website and very pleased. The photo of the class of 1957 was my graduating class.

Class of 1970: Sheilla Ann (Meeks) Coplin Send an e-mail
It is really difficult for me to choose, because looking back, there are so many to write about. My earliest memories of school are embedded at HRS. In first grade, Sister Ann Francis tried so hard to get me to understand simple addition. I recall on one occasion, she gave me a test on one of those fragrant mimeograph sheets. It had problems like 2+5, and 5+2. Why I couldn't grasp these were the same problem, is beyond my understanding. But then suddenly, a light came on, and my parents were waiting outside my classroom, to see if I "got it." I remember she gave me my paper back, and pointed out a couple of my blundered answers, and then she spoke to my parents, and I saw them smiling. After that they took me home.

A second fond memory, was getting to have lunch in the cafeteria, when we had sloppy joes. I can still taste those good old hot sandwiches. Sometimes my mom would come and help in the cafeteria line. I remember feeling very proud on those days, because mama hardly ever came to HRS unless I misbehaved, which was quite often.

Another very fond memory was spending time with my best friend, all the way through HRS, Marie Fernandez. How can the class of 1970 forget the number of times her mother came to substitute teach for the Sisters. She understood us, and buddy, we weren't able to put anything over on her. She was on to us, before you could blink. Not that I didn't try. Mrs. Fernandez will always be my very favorite substitute.

The time with Marie, that stands out on top, has to be the time she came to school in her pj's and bathrobe and slippers, with her box of tissues. She was sick, and the day before, Sister Eulalie had made a statement something like, "You'd better be in school tomorrow, even if you have to come in your sick bed." Well, leave it to my best friend, Marie! Yes, the next day, she came, with her sick bed and all the trimmings!

Of course, how can I neglect to thank Sister Regina Mary for all her smiles and patience in second grade.And I can't forget Mrs. Fernandez, Marilys's mother, who taught 5th grade, and helped me understand integers,during one long summer session of summer school.

I also can't forget Steven Manglitz, and how he was the first boy to ever call me at my house. And I thought I was in love, after that night. Then later that week, when he didn't like me anymore, after I told everyone he called me, I thought I would die of a broken heart.

I remember really enjoying a geography project I did with Darlene Orr. We did a lot of drawings, and even served fresh pineapple to the class.

I fell in love with Mrs. Malonaski, and snuck away one night and found her apartment. She taught me English, like no one else could have done. I can still, to this day, recite all the auxilliary verbs by heart, because of her. "AM IS ARE WAS WERE HAVE HAS HAD, DO DOES DID, CAN COULD, WILL WOULD, SHALL SHOULD, MAY MIGHT MUST !!! And thanks to her, I can correctly diagram a sentence, not to mention write one.

Finally, an unhappy memory I have, was in third grade with Sister John Mary, when I changed a grade in Deportment, on my report card. My mom came to school that day, and Sister John Mary took me in the hallway, and she and my mom confronted me with my infraction. It felt like someone had just poured hot coals all over me, having to confess my wrongdoing in front of the two of them. And when my daddy got home that evening, the art of "gentle persuasion" wasn't exactly what I got on the seat of my pants.

Most of all, I recall getting a very sound education at HRS. HRS, and the teachings of God, paved the way for what would later become for me, a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. I'm thankful for all of it, and I'm so glad to be able to share, and tell about a few of these good ol' days.

Sheilla A. Meeks Snyder

Class of 1982: Renee Myers Edmonston Send an e-mail
Memories ... sleep overs at Jennifer Lamb's, the Golden Dome, Kim Dustin, the old store across the street (Rays?), Mrs. Nicastri as the crossing guard, Victor in the fire station, Chicken Stop, tunnels under Greenbelt Road, field days, what was his name ... (Rockenberg??), Steve Tucker on the guitar, the "who cares" battle of the bands, Father Glenn, retreats in southern Maryland, sitting together in church (Joe Fernandez).

Class of 2002: June Ezeadiugwu
I went to Holy Redeemer from 1st to 4th grade (1994-1998). I loved field day and the after school program. Teachers such as Mrs. Thompson (1st) and Mrs. Harrington (4th) were teachers I will never forget. THANK YOU!

Class of 2003: Julie Salers Send an e-mail
I remember building the tee-pee in first grade and going to Annapolis in fourth. I also remember when they built the playground and when the pipe burst and we got to go home early.

Class of 1959: Dan (Danny) Cumberland Send an e-mail
Sorry that I missed the reunion. I see that two of my brothers have contributed memories.

Since we lived across the street from HRS, I had the special opportunity to be late for school twice a day. I often seized that opportunity and had to slide in many times after lunch "acting invisible."

Having the carnival across the street from the house was very special. I always wished that our Dad would win the new Ford in the raffle but it never happened.

The hot afternoons sitting still in the quiet eighth grade classroom gave me a taste for the meaning of eternity.

First Fridays were great because we got to have donuts after Mass.

I remember when the "new" church and the "new" school were being built. I remember when the old convent was moved. That was quite a neighborhood event. This was to become the Dullnig's house. We are all still friends to this day.

I remember serving Mass for Fr. Fealy in the rectory. He was very sick. I felt like I was in the presence of the Pope.

Class of 1970: Class Picture

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Thanks to Paul Dullnig for his class photo.

Class of 1976: Anna Marie Stefano Send an e-mail
My best memories about gooing to school are: May Parade where we used to put the little flower bouquet on top of the head of the Mother Mary statue on the side of church. I also remember playing on the blacktop for recess. I also remember it snowed one winter day and Sister Jane Michael told us not to touch the snow and I remember making a snowman for Sister Mary Alawishious (sp.). I got in huge trouble and was sent to the office. I think I was down there a few times. I remember Sr. Regina Mary in the second grade teaching in the old classroom with the radiators. I remember getting in BIG TROUBLE for melting crayons on it. I remember the very first boy I liked, Paul Fellow; there were many others too. I developed some wonderful friendships, too many to count. I have maintained one with Cecila Forbes for over 30 years. I had another friendship with a girl I often think about. Maggie Weatherford, oh were did you go!! Jerry Ann Humphrys, Chris Bennett, I hope to see some familar faces October 8th.

Class of 1972: Jim Cush Send an e-mail
I could go on nearly forever, but a few stand out.

The first would have to be walking down the hall with my class and seeing my brother, Jack, sitting on the bench outside Mrs. Roberts' office, or even better, sitting on a pile of books (all his worldly belongings) and whispering to him, What did you do this time?

Does any body else remember the bike rodeos? I thought that was the coolest thing. Maybe that's because I spent most of my awake hours on a bike back in those days.

I looked forward to the luncheons, and those mimeograph fliers for them, signed Pinky Green. Nothing in the world smells quite like a Holy Redeemer mimeo.

The sixties and seventies were an exciting time to grow up, and I recall we kept the sisters at school quite busy. I recall being told that my navy blue cords with the American flag on the pocket were not appropriate uniform, and had to have my mom bring another pair. I recall going to see the Red Chinese ping-pong team play the Americans at Cole Feild House with Nick Egelanian. Some student radicals gave us Chairman Mao's little red books (pocket size). I don't think we ever opened them, but that didn't stop us from running the parking lot at recess, raising them in the air chanting Mao Tse Tung (just like I saw the night before on campus). That got us a trip to Sister Jane Michael's office to talk politics.

I remember the CYO trip to OC - and guys like Jack Perry keeping us on the straight and narrow. I especially recall the eighth grade beach trip, and the dances, and bazaars. Every year, I think I brought as many goldfish home from the bazaar as I could carry in those little fish bowls.

I recall Ray's variety and the Beautiful Day Trading Post. With a quarter, hopefully not pilferred from your weekly envelope, you could get a pea shooter and a box of peas from Ray. That was a whole days worth of fun, and surprisingly few injuries - for the most part.

I never rode the bus, but I remember Mrs. Rogers always being around. What a great family they were. Our families always ended up together - whatever we were doing. I still see some of them often.

Recently, I noticed that my kids are making friends with the kids of my friends from Holy Redeemer, and I thought it was great - then I realized that our parents were friends with our friends parents as well - and it all makes sense to me now. Some of that, I owe to the Holy Redeemer community, and I am glad to be a part of it.

I made the greatest friends at Holy Redeemer, and look forward to refreshing some long overdue friendships - and making some new ones.

Class of 1981: Class Picture (in Grade 6)

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Thanks to Charles (Chuck) Buckler for his class photo, taken in 6th grade:
top row: Molly Jennings, Mike Dunn, Mrs. Boudreaux, Steven Tucker, unknown
2nd row: Chris Cutino, Mary Milstead, Debbie Richardson, Brock Myers
3rd row: Julie Kitzmiller, Bobby Angel, Maureen Fern, Anita Estavez, unknown, Greg Nelson, Jennifer Forbes
4th row: Billy Callahan, Chris Buchanan, Michael Boswell, John Shelco, Wally Egelanian, Eric Rindell, unknown
5th row: Bobby McCoy, Joe Fernandez, Richard DeVaughn, Chuck Buckler, Frank Altobellie, Steve Jenson, Patrick DeVaughn

Class of 1946: Class Picture

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Thanks to Martin Loftus for his class photo and identifications:

First Row; Bill Donahue, Kitty Karitas, Rosemary Bosse, Joann Finochario, Nancy Hennessey, Mary Katherine Bosma, Jeanne Cartier, Marko Mayer.
Second Row; Will Kellaher, Don Greene, Dorothy Rowlins, Peg Bowlen, Ruth Eichorn, Jim Hines, Bob Plackett, Jack Kelleher.
Third Row; Ed Boyer, Ron Bierwagon, Albert McClellan, Bill Hardy, Richard Keller, Marty Loftus, John O'Mahoney, Adelbert Long.
Fourth Row; Don McCollum, John Faust.

Class of 1957: Class Picture

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Thanks to Ronnie Lorentz for her class photo, and for identifying her classmates:
Bottom Row: Bob Fuller, John Holtzclaw, Dave Stotler, ?, ?, Charlie Cook,
Fr. John Bailey, ?, Eddie Gallagher (?), ?, ?, Michael O'Mahaney?, ?
Second Row: Ronnie Anzelone, ?, ?, Dorothy ?, Diana Eslin, ?, Kathleen Finnin, ?, Nancy Russell (Scoville), ?, ?, Franny Ruggeri
Third Row: ?, Ronnie Patterson (Lorentz), ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, Ellen Borowski (Lee), Susan ?, ?
Fourth Row: ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, Anne Fox Connors?, ?, ?, ?, ?, Rosemary Pelan (Farmer)

If you can fill in any other names, please write to alumni@holy-redeemer.org.

Class of 1973: Terri (Teresa Thompson) Brady Send an e-mail
Holy Redeemer has been a tremendous part of my life, having spent 8 years, along with my 5 sibblings, only to return and spend 15 continuous years with my 3 children, Cari, Jenna and Mark, who have joined the alumni list.

The kids and I had much fun over the years, comparing the similarities of the school, such as: field day (mine was in the actual "Field"), school luncheons (which changed to several times a month and offered food other than sloppy joe's and hot dogs), patrol duty, kickball at PE or recess, trips to Cherry Park, spelling bees (I went from being a contestant to looking up words in the dictionary for my own kids), music class in the "good ole music room" (mine was rhythm band and I loved playing the triangle), school plays (my favorite was the 8th grade Christmas play featuring Jimmy Rogers as Santa Claus and myself as a reindeer pulling his sleigh), talent shows (I can still see myself singing "Both Sides Now" by Judy Collins), and the 8th grade class trip (the beach days are out and Kings Dominion is in). The kids still don't believe that the 7th grade teacher, Ms. Solomon, and her boyfriend George actually took the entire class camping to Bull Run for a weekend!

I followed in my mom's footsteps as room mother for years and,lacking the sewing talent she had to make the nuns habits (what nuns?), I was fundraising chair instead! It did have its perks just as it did when mom helped Sister Mary Bernadette set up and work in the "New Library" (I got to borrow the most popular book of the school year for the entire summer, Boys are Very Funny People).

The Brady children have made great friendships with many classmates, just as I did and still have with other "parent alumni", Chris Issing Calabro, Deb Franklin Tilkens, Val Broder Rosen (our wonderful HRS secretary), Jim McGinnis, Brian McAllister, Dorthea O'Toole Renehan, Siobhan Sullivan Moose, and these are just a few who come to mind. You can still find any one of us at or helping with mass, the bazaar or any other function.

We are looking forward to the Reunion of 2005.

Class of 1965: John Downing
I recall there was some kind of store right in our parking lot and they sold Chum Gum. As far as I know, Owens store was the only place in the world in which you could buy Chum Gum. I remember those dreaded turkey raffle tickets (3 for a quarter, 10 for a dollar). The worst part of the school year was going door to door trying to sell the whole $5 worth, and thereby avoid public disgrace. The one redeeming factor was that at the end of the turkey raffle season came the Bazaar, the only place I was ever permitted to buy comic books. And with dimes judiciously spent at the wishing well, I could buy nearly all my Christmas gifts. Does anyone remember traffic safety guru Dick Mansfield coming to assembly, handing out Dick Mansfield buttons, and leading us in "Safety Carefuleers"? His song went like this: "We're Safety Carefuleers, We use our eyes and ears ..." Or was that a figment of my imagination? I remember Jimbo Thompson got to skip final exams at the end of fifth grade because his family was leaving on an all summer cross-country trip. I have never forgiven him.

I remember selling fruit cakes for the Cub Scouts and knocking on a classmate's door, still in her curlers. I was mortally embarrassed. I assume she was too. I remember Mrs. Houston (maybe it was Mrs. McKenna) having the boys do oral reports on Alaska and the girls on Hawaii. She announced that she did this every year and that every year the boys showed up empty handed but the girls had hula skirts, leis, Hawaiian music and catered luaus. We boys did not let her down. Boy after boy trudged up to the front of the room to announce he hadn't prepared a thing. Not even a snowball. I remember the first day of first grade when the principal's voice came over the loudspeaker. I knew nothing about loudspeakers, and reported to my family that night that I had both a teacher nun and an invisible one. I remember the half pint milk containers, 3 cents each, that you could pay for a week at a time or, if you were flush with cash, you could bring in the whole 60 cents for the month. I remember being led through the hallways to serenade the nuns on their respective feast days ("This is Sister's feast day. Happy, happy feast day...") I remember a chart on the side of my second grade classroom that recorded exactly how many nickels and dimes each member of the class had brought in to save pagan babies. I sometimes wonder what happened to my personal pagan baby. He'd be 48 now. Probably going through his midlife crisis. CYO dances, if you were shy, seemed to last about three years and involved a lot more free floating anxiety than actual girls. Does anyone else recall the eighth grade anthem?

Eighth grade girls, and eighth grade boys,
The future men and women of our nation.
Spirited, industrious, light of heart.
Willing and most eager to do our part.
Class of '65.
We will follow Christ our Leader.
Class of '65.
Loyal to the end.

Class of 1965: Jim Thompson Send an e-mail
Like any Memory Data Bank, there are definite "best" and "worst" HRS recollections - but from this perspective (with minor editing) "it's all good..."

I've never understood how Sr. Mary Mark was able to control 60 little kids in what is now the Parish Office, much less educate us. Good thing the only thing we had to master that year was the large three lb. pencils and prescribed bathroom breaks.

First Confession - thinking it was yet another rehearsal, I confessed one sin from every Commandment (I guess I wanted to practice phraseology in case things went downhill in the future). When I got to adultery and certain issues involving my neighbor's wife, Fr. John stopped me and asked "if I was sure about all this...?" Have you ever gotten one million "Hail Mary's" for penance?

Sadly, this is a true story (otherwise I'd have to go to Confession again...).

Spelling Bee - was the first one to get shot down in the 5th Grade edition of that contest. I will never forget how to spell "hygiene" the rest of my life (which looked pretty short at that point, as I recall...) I didn't die right then, and went on to learn lots of other big words in kolidge.

Can't forget missing 29.5 days of 5th grade to "Mom...I don't feel good..." - one more day and I could have been legally held back, repeating Mrs. Houston's Reign of Terror. It was in her class I learned to read the answer to the multiplication flash cards backwards, as she usually stood with her back to the windows, backlighting the digits of the "correct answer." Mark Kitzmiller learned the hard way that 8 x 7 is not 65...

The high point of my HRS athletic career was making a perfect catch of one of Fr. Harris' stratospheric football kicks on the recess playground. The 7th and 8th grade boys couldn't believe I'd have the audacity to even attempt something like this, much less pull it off.

I will be eternally grateful to the Sisters of Providence for introducing me to what has become a lifelong hobby - diagramming sentences. Try doing a "W" Bush Speech, or a Clinton/Lewinsky Explanation sometime...

Despite bowling practice with the Boy's Club, was never able to quite hit the double doors at the end of the "new school" hallway with a full milk carton. Didn't learn to fully appreciate friction until high school physics...

Can't forget playing rock'n'roll at Carol Skarda's birthday (?) party with Larry Douglas and Danny French on gee-tars, John Batka on bass, and the illustrious Jimmy Warrick on vocals (the only HRS alum who ever owned a genuine pair of Beatle boots). Lucky for Led Zepplin that it was our last performance together. I can still do a credible version of "WipeOut" on my son's drums, but only when the family is out of earshot...

Who can forget the spring of '65 Operetta "Love Pirates of Hawaii"? Sounds now like an adult film classic, but who knew then? Can't get the lyrics out of my mind:

"Yo, for Pirates bold,
On a cruise for gold,
Always bright and gay,
In our Pirate's way..."

That was my first exposure to alternative lifestyles, and was probably the most compelling reason I applied to both Regina and Elizabeth Seton for high school matriculation.

Having made the front page of the Boston Globe in 1986 for hand-shoveling 18" of snow from the front of the Lincoln Memorial (none of my loyal maintenance staff made it in that day), Sr. Mary Aloysius (in retirement in Boston) cut out the picture and story and sent it to me, along with some lovely complimentary comments (although I suspected she was really thinking "I knew you wouldn't amount to much...!" I think she heard about that 2nd grade Confession...). She was a wonderful person that checked in often after she moved to Beantown...

I'd better stop, or NO ONE (other than Mrs. Houston) will have the nerve to be seen talking to me at the Reunion, an event I'm so looking forward to! Class of '65 BETTER show up, or I'll write some of the other stuff (there's no statute of limitations on Grade School Hijinks...)!

Class of 1971: Maureen Dolan Rosen
Sorry: I know I'm in here already, but I had to write again. What about those Saturday morning movies in the auditorium? "The Incredible Shrinking Man" comes to mind. My mom used to take all the chewing gum out of our Halloween bags and donate it to the snack bar for sale. And the scary movies we had to watch to remind us never to talk to strangers, with Officer Friendly as the narrator.

Class of 1964: Fr. Matthew Cumberland Send an e-mail
My name is Fr. Matthew Thomas Cumberland. I am a priest for the Archdiocese of Los Angeles, and I also served for two years in Sitka, Alaska, which is in the Diocese of Juneau. Prior to that, I was a teacher in Catholic schools for 11 years - nine years in L.A. and two years in Ketchikan, Alaska. I imagine some other graduates of such a fine Catholic school must have become priests. Does anyone know of any?

On to the memories... Although almost all of my memories of Holy Redeemer School are happy ones, my most vivid memory is of Kevin Gerrity beating me up real bad in the 5th Grade. I'm a priest now, so Kevin, I forgive you, and I admit I probably deserved it. I also remember the day my best friend Greg Denevan beat me up, although that occurred not in school but in my family's back yard. Still we lived right across the street from the school, so that should be close enough to count.

My best memories of the school almost all have to do with people. Here are three of them: Joyce Bartoo, Anita Klosky, and Kathleen Farrell, though sadly I realize that I do not hold quite so significant place in their memories of the school as they do in mine.

Among the adults, I have fond memories of the school secretary, Mrs. Roberts, and the school crossing guard, Mrs. Jones. I remember Mr. Humphreys and the million or so keys he always had jangling from his belt.

Like many of my classmates, I remember most of our teachers: Our First Grade teacher was Sr. Alma Marie, with whom I stayed in touch over the years and who died in 2004. I believe if any of my teachers was a saint, it was Sr. Alma Marie, God rest her soul.

The name of the sister who taught Second Grade escapes me at the moment. Third Grade was Mrs. McMahon, who was very good at art. Fourth Grade was Sr. Mary Imelda, whom I liked a lot and with whom I am also still in touch. Fifth Grade was Miss O'Hare, who became Mrs. Johnson in the middle of our fifth grade year. The two weeks that she was gone on her honeymoon, the sub was Mrs. Redmond, and those two weeks were the best time I ever had at Holy Redeemer.

Our Sixth Grade teachers were, I believe, Sr. Theresa Mary and Mrs. Houston, both of whom I also liked a lot. For some reason, I don't remember the names of the sisters who taught us in 7th and 8th Grades. Was one of them Sr. Margaret Ellen? Sr. Eulalia?

Thanks to all these teachers and the priests there, I was always happy that I was a Catholic and still am very happy about that today. No doubt, they are a big reason why I too became a Catholic school teacher and now a priest.

As others have written, I too have happy memories of Fr. Harris, who retired a year or so ago, and there is no doubt that his example helped inspire me to want to follow in his footsteps. Not being musically inclined, I never did sing in any of his choirs, but I used to love being an altar boy. I seem to remember my brothers and myself being assigned to serve the (very) early morning daily Mass fairly regularly, possibly because we lived so close to the church.

Another priestly memory is of Fr. Harris or Fr. Bailey handing out the report cards in class, and my anxiously waiting so see if my grades ever surpassed those of the smartest kids in the class. Not. Each report card only provided another unwanted lesson in humility and another inner resolution to do better next time.

Among the events at the school and parish, I remember the bazaar being a lot of fun, though it also seemed kind of hot and crowded in there. The carnival was fun too, when we had it. I remember listening to the radio on snowy mornings hoping to hear of school closures in Prince George's County. (The kids at our parish school here may never experience that excitement.) Other unforgettable events were 1st Communion and the annual May Procession, playing pompompuliay (sp.?) at recess, and being able to go home for lunch.

Our 8th Grade year saw the two most significant events in the second half of the 20th Century. In the 1st half of the school year, President Kennedy was assassinated; and in the 2nd half of the year, The Beatles came to America. I am still a fan and hope to see Paul McCartney in concert this fall - more than 41 years later! I still remember our 8th grade teacher's disapproving reaction the first - and as it turned out, the last - time I went to school with a Beatle haircut. I have one now though! Take that!

Regrettably for me, I will be unable to attend the big reunion on October 8th, the vigil of what would have been John Lennon's 65th birthday, but I will surely be praying for all the gathered HRS grads that day, especially at Mass. Who knows, for old time's sake, I may even offer it in Latin! Please pray for me too, and for all priests. We can sure use it at this time. God bless Holy Redeemer School, The Sisters of Providence, and all the school's priests, teachers, staff, and students; past, present, and future.

Class of 1975: Eric Stockhausen Send an e-mail
Lots of memories, nearly all of them good, so bear with me. My first memory actually predates my being a student. My mother was a room mother for my brother, Hubie, and I remember attending some event, and one of the nuns saying I was "too pretty to be a boy." I will never be able to live that one down, since my sister, Lisa, and my wife bring it up as often as possible since they know I hate it.

First day - my mom didn't drive so Mrs. Gubisch and her son Mike came to pick us up. I was pretty nervous on the way there, but settled down pretty quickly. Mike turned out to be a phenomenal guitarist who at one time lived two blocks away from me and my family up in Ashton.

My first girlfriend - Mary Lou Barkley, who I still see occasionally.

Walking to school (down "the path") with my sister and yelling at the "publics" at Berwyn elementary who made fun of our uniforms. Walking home with the Ceresas (Pat, Mike and John), Jim and Jack Cush, Cary Miller, John Rice, John Coates, Joe Lakshmanan (sp?); getting a ride from Mrs. Buckler when it rained. Getting yelled at by Mrs. Rhoades (the crossing guard at Univ. Blvd.), when my sister and I were late one day and we crossed on our own - we didn't see Mrs. Rhoades. Defending my sister and her swishy skirt from that mean Reed girl (forgot her first name). Getting yelled at by that mean Eddie Green (who was the head Patrol, and later turned out to be a great boys club basketball coach, and Maryland ticketaker).

Ronnie Rogers telling me there was no such thing as Santa Claus.

Beating Michael Pearson in a relay race, and therefore, being the fastest kid in the second grade.

The sawdust they brought out everytime someone puked.

My sister's friends (Cathy Camus and Debbie Buckler, who my brother nicknamed "Face" and "Mouth") teasing me on the playground.

Teasing one particular girl to the point where she cried, and regretting it still to this day - I hope I get to apologize to her someday.

Picking kickball teams DURING class right before lunch, and getting caught several times doing so.

Marching around the playground and singing Hail to The Redskins the Friday before their first Super Bowl appearance. The absolute glee felt when the nuns pulled out the TV in early October and let us watch the World Series.

Having a crush on my third grade teacher, Mrs. Taylor, and then the whole class being devastated when she left before the school year was over. Having an entirely different kind of crush on my eighth grade teacher, whose name escapes me, and freaking out when she asked me if I would dance with her at the graduation that night.

The best teacher I ever had - Sr. Eulalie, who we always wondered if she had any hair under that habit.

Being jealous of Eric Vacchio because he got two milks for lunch.

Luncheons - sloppy joes, Lay's potato chips, and cupcakes - extra long recess! Recess in Berwyn Park!

Field Day, until they built the townhouses.

Being amazed at how Jeff Zucconi could be late almost every day, and he lived the closest - I guess he had the Paul Dullnig syndrome.

The attack of the cicadas in third grade, and throwing them at Marcella Konosky, with whom I was in love!

The other loves of my early life - Pam Shugart, Cheryl Lehr, and Michelle Carta who liked me back; and Marcella Gonzalez, who didn't even know I existed - her loss!

Somehow allowing Danny Camus and Mike Lasick to talk me into wearing jeans on the last day of school, then having to explain to my mother why I didn't get a report card that day - had to write "I must not disobey the rules" 500 times. Getting selected as an Altar Boy for funerals and getting paid to miss class! Bad part was having to hear Fr. Kelly's sermon, which was the same (word-for-word) whenever he didn't know the deceased, then helping Mark Meier dump the incense ashes out back.

As President of my 5th or 6th grade class, I had to read a poem at Fr. Fournier's farewell party in the Four Seasons Room (which was named by my mother, who won $25). After writing it probably a dozen different times - I kept messing up a word near the end, and it had to be perfect - I sealed the envelope because I had memorized it. When it came to reading it in front of 500+ people, I developed stage fright and couldn't remember the first word and sighed very heavily into the microphone. Mr. Houle came to my rescue and I tore open that envelope and read the poem that I remember to this day:

No distance of place
Or lapse of time
Can lessen the friendship
Of those who are thoroughly persuaded
Of each other's worth!

Which is an apt summary of my memories of HRS - along with my parents, it gave me the foundation (spiritual, educational, social) I've needed to succeed in life. Thanks to all my teachers, friends, friends' parents and my family for all of the great memories - looking forward to seeing everyone on the eighth.

Class of 1977: Teresa (Zucconi) McCarter
Being chosen as the May Queen in first grade (1970). Sister Regina Mary, Ms. Hemelt - these were some very awesome teachers who really made a difference in my life. I also remember Father Thompson, he was always so funny.

I remember watching the movie 'Brian's Song' in the four seasons room. The teachers and children all cried.

Our class did a play of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and I played Grumpy. I lived very close to the school across from Cherry Park and we made the scenery for the play at my house. It was a lot of fun.

Class of 1963: Susan Barkley Hunter Send an e-mail
My fondest memories of Holy Redeemer center around music. We had a very dedicated and talented piano teacher named Sister Ann Loretta. She actually is responsible for quite a few very decent musicians. She trained both piano students and a few of us were trained to be organists at the church. We had a great Men's Choir and Boy's Choir thanks to the dedication of Harry Powers and Father Harris' eagle eye lookout for tenors.

I remember the milk cartons. The ones on top with the ice thrown on them were frozen.....the ones on the bottom were oogy warm.

I remember thinking that getting a dreamsicle for lunch was heaven.

I remember the "cricket" clickers the nuns had and how we could turn at a 90 degree angle on the taped block at May Processions.

I remember Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament and Tantum Ergo.

I remember getting holy pictures and cherishing them.

I remember that all the kids wore worn out uniforms, neatly pressed and freshly washed. All the mothers watched out for each other's kids and all of us had sandwiches that "died" in the waxed paper before lunch where the pickle juice leaked into the cut oranges.

I remember class punishments. How else would I have learned my times tables in 3rd grade - writing them 5 times because someone talked.

I remember freezing on one side of the classroom and roasting on the seats next to the heaters.

I remember the powdered, starched smell of sisters....who could walk without making noise, smile without showing teeth and slip into the convent after school seemingly without opening doors.

I remember a classroom of 60 children being perfectly quiet.

I remember crowded Masses on Sunday on the hour: 8am, 9am, 10am, 11am and noon. Tons of babies crying and large families - five, six, seven children all clean and kneeling up straight.

I remember kind Father Znotinas - a little saint. I remember first communion and confirmation. We were really taught very thoroughly. The nuns were dedicated and the priests were out of "Going My Way."

Class of 1950: Donald F. Brown
First Fridays, Benediction on Fridays (early dismissal). Good friends boys and girls, Sr. Joan Marie, Sr. Marcella Anne.

My years there played an important role in my life.

Class of 1972: Alicia (Weikert) Bastin Send an e-mail
Wow so many memories!!! My best friend, Linda Dullnig, always seemed we were getting in trouble for something lol but all in all we learned from them. I believe it made both of us better people. Sister Eulalie wow what energy that woman had, I used to think I would never remember everything she taught us, but it all sunk in. If I forget something I just think of her and how she bounced around the room with all that energy and it all comes back to me. The little store across the street and after school candy stops :) The railroad tracks and the walks to them with Devin hehe shhhhhh you didnt read that lol. Don't worry it was all innocent lol. Can't wait to see you all again, see you on Oct 8th.

Class of 1970: Paul Dullnig Send an e-mail
Living next to Holy redeemer, in fact in the old convent moved from the paved playground, meant that HRS was more than just a school I went to. It was more like an everyday part of life. I think this was true for most of the kids who lived very close to the school like my pal Frank Cumberland and his family. Our houses flanked the “blacktop” which was the center of our world. We knew all about how to go through the “secret” passages rumored to be under the school and the roof was no problem for retrieving baseballs, kickballs and the like. We would also attend Mass together and on one such occasion a woman sat next to us in the 2nd or 3rd pew. Since her perfume was a little closer to overbearing than fragrant, we had to move — to the back of the church, naturally, where we met a few of our buddies. It was all down hill from there. I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised the next morning when I was invited to the principal’s office during the announcements. I spent a week of recesses on that bench. (I wonder if the brass plaque with my name is still on it...)

Living so close to the school also meant that most of the nuns knew you and would often visit while on their evening neighborhood walks. These visits were always charming if not disconcerting to an 8th grader. Sister Eulalie thought it would be nice to show the 8th grade my “hard working hands” after seeing me build a rail fence in my yard. Miraculously, she was first nun I had as a teacher in eight years of Catholic primary school. She was tough, demanding and possibly one of the best life teachers I ever had.

Some other great memories are the annual “bizarre”, intramural basketball, delivering milk (2 cents), my short lived altar boy service (thanks Donnie), school luncheons and the annual May Procession. Even though I lived next to the school, I was often — OK, frequently — late. This kept my nose in a circle with Mrs. Houston but my teachers seemed to notice me slipping in the back door at 9:01 a little less each year thereafter.

Class of 1972: Linda Dullnig Tucker Send an e-mail
Having two angels in my life, Sister Regina Mary and Ms. Carol Jones. I carry their love, support and encouragement through my daily life. I will always be grateful.

Class of 1981: Mollie Jennings Hasenei Send an e-mail
First Friday mass. Kickball at recess.

Class of 1947: Mary Gaffney Marcus Send an e-mail
Going out on Father Fealy's boat. Great times. Sister Eulalie, & Sr. Genevieve Therese, Principal and music teacher for the 8 years I was at HRS. The band that played when school was letting out. Music recitals.

Class of 1947: Virginia (Boyer) Klinger Send an e-mail
Holy Redemer Church and sacraments received there; Father Fealy; the nuns, particularly Sr. Eulalie (8th grade); May processions; hymns sung in church (still most loved); Katherine (Kate) Boucher (friends forever...still visit and write 65 yrs later), hanging out at Josephine Bryan's house; sharing 4th and 5th grades in same room with my brother, Ed; first date...8th grade formal (we called it our prom); 8th grade "last will and testament" and future plans written for/about each of us. I was going to be the first woman on the Supreme Court...never made it...but never forgot it.

Class of 1971: Jim McGinnis Send an e-mail
Sneaking across Berwyn Road to "Ray's" variety store, and what a variety they had! Having recess across the tracks and then being late to class because you didn't hear the bell. Having to wear a baby bonnet in third grade because you acted like a "baby" in class. Having to learn the poem Annabel Lee (everyday, repeating it) and still remebering the first couple of lines to this day. Speaking of third grade, that was the first crush I ever had. Too bad it was Miss Young, our teacher. Wearing different colored ties to identify what grade you were in. I used to love the Folk Masses they had. They were fun and I would think kept the kids going to Church. John the Janitor. Father Caimi and the children's Mass. Ruining your pants falling down on the playground. Luncheon with the sloppy joe's. Never took one, always went for the hotdog. Don't forget the cupcake! Going to the Operetta's. May processions. Rhythm band. I didn't know I had so much talent knocking sticks together and ringing a triangle. Having to go outside for a fire drill because one of my classmates, whom we won't name, went across to Ray's and called the fire department to tell them that "Holy Hole" was on fire. Kenny Moltz making the mistake of going to Mayo's Barber Shop and getting his hair cut before school and having Sister Eulalie refer to him as a real "H-E Man!" because she liked his slicked back hair. Sister Rebecca, the first Nun at school who didn't wear a habit. Going to class in the "new" school and feeling like you were ready to attend College. Holy Redeemer was and is a great school with many fond memories. I can honestly say that my friends from Holy Redeemer are lifelong friends. It doesn't matter if I haven't seen some of them in 30 years, I know that the conversation will start just like yesterday. My own 3 kids attended and attend Holy Redeemer and it remains my Parish. I look forward to seeing all of my old friends at the reunion and take up where we left each other 34 years ago.

Class of 1964: Michael Dolan
HRS Reunion committee, thanks for organizing the October event. The "all-parish" reunion in the early 1990s was a wonderful experience, and I look forward to this October's event.

My memories of Holy Redeemer School and parish mark the boundary between the world as it is and a world that is gone.

In that world, we sold turkey raffle chances for a dime apiece, and if your family sold enough raffle books (which mine always did because my father would take our books to the Government Printing Office and put the arm on his fellow bookbinders, a favor I'm sure they returned), you got to see the movie Father Harris screened in the auditorium. When TCM recently aired "They Were Expendable," a perennial Father Harris pick, I watched it all the way through, thinking of how it felt to sit in the dark in one of those grey folding chairs. I have the same sensation whenever I see a slice of "Yankee Doodle Dandy."

In that world you hoarded your comic books so you would have a big pile to give to the comics stand at the Bazaar, which was the social event of the year (and which, miraculously, has the power to carry me back in time every time I stand on the mezzanine and look into the crowd). One fall Donald Creel and I persuaded David Fellin, who lived down 51st Avenue from the Creels, to part with a giant stack of comics, which made Donald and me feel as rich as Scrooge McDuck swimming in his money cube until we had to bring them in.

In that world it was perfectly reasonably for a class of sixty (60) children to sit still all day under the supervision of a single woman with no visible ears or feet, and equally reasonable, in the fall of 1956, for that woman to tell you and your classmates to urge your parents not to vote for Adlai Stevenson because he had been divorced.

In that world, advancement into the sixth grade allowed you, during recess, to play Across the Tracks, on the field opposite Mayo's Barber Shop, joining the Big Kids.

In that world the kids from Berwyn Heights walked home across the B&O tracks past Berwyn Fuel & Feed, and if you decided to go home after school with a Gerrity the combined smell of new nails, grain, hay, sawdust, and diesel oil filled your head.

In that world the Carnival filled the parking lot once a year with bright lights and noisy pleasure machines and the smell of hot oil and cotton candy.

In that world the color-coded SRA reading books tattooed each of us into a hierarchy without leaving a mark.

In that world, once a month, we traded the ordinary routine of eating at our desks from paper bags and lunchboxes for Luncheon, a term that somehow made hot dogs and hamburgers exotic and fabulous.

In that world, the best rock and roll band that ever existed or ever could exist anywhere was the Fabulous Neons, with their matching sunburst Fenders, their powder-blue tuxedos, and Brendan Pelan's magnificent wave of perfect hair that barely moved, even when he sang Buddy Holly songs. Not even Lawrence and the Arabians or the Hangmen, in all their splendor, could touch the Neons for sheer star power.

In that world, on the day of the May Procession, we boys and girls would proceed up the concrete steps, with their short risers and long runs, in perfect lock-step order, chanting away, until we came to the irresistiblly syncopated line "...conceived without original sin..." (I cannot even type the words without feeling the funk) that caused every knee to hesitate and every hip to swing (and in how many thousands, if not millions, of frames of home movie footage do Mr. and Mrs. Searle stand on the front steps of their house across the street from the church doors, watching the children pass by?).

In that world, during the Cuban missile crisis, our teachers asked us to bring canned goods to be stored in classroom closets for use if the Russians dropped the Big One and we had to convert the auditorium into a bomb shelter (everyone dutifully hauled in a pitiably small stack of cans, except Johnny Meyers, whose mom had lived in Europe during WWII and knew a thing or two about survival; she sent Johnny in with a larder almost as tall as he was).

In that world, we each knew where we fit, and what we were supposed to be doing even if we weren't doing it, and who was around us and where they lived and what they were like. It was a small world, and there was a big world out there waiting.

Class of 1972: Frank Cumberland Send an e-mail
I graduated "in spirit" with the class of '72, but actually only attended HRS through 3rd grade. However, I have consulted with the proper authorities and received a ruling that, inasmuch as I did 8 years' worth of detention during my period of study, I would qualify as a '72 graduate.

My two best memories: My brother Danny driving me to first grade on his '57 Harley, and meeting my partner in crime Paul Dullnig. I also remember pea-shooter battles with Brian McAllister and Jimmy Harrington at the Bazaar. Yes, my memories fall heavily along academic lines.

I have been in correspondence with Sister Regina Mary for a couple of years. She's a saint in my book. She currently teaches part-time at Providence University in Taiwan. I asked her if I could share her email address on this forum and she wrote back as follows:

(NOTE: Her email is sreginasp@yahoo.com)

And here is her complete note:

Greetings, Francis!

It's wonderful to hear from you; how beautiful is your idea! I'd certainly be willing for you to share my e-mail address with them. The students and parents of Holy Redeemer are an integral part of my life's journey. I owe much to all of them as well as to the Sisters I lived and worked with there.

To help me know that their e-mail is authentic and not a virus, could you ask them to put as subject: HRCP. Then I'll know that that message is coming from someone from Holy Redeemer, College Park, and I won't be afraid to open it.

My prayer is that October 8 will be a perfect day in every respect: weatherwise, safety-wise, with abundant blessings for all from God's good Providence.

Gratefully,
Sister Regina Mary

Class of 1972: Debbie Buckler Hubbard
I remember... Mrs. Rogers driving the school bus, Mrs. Fernandez subbing most of our 6th grade year, Mrs. Houston and her love for Clark Gable, our artwork hanging on the walls before the parent-teacher meetings, going to the library, recess, field days, kickball, luncheons, tag days, rolling up the waistline of our skirts in 7th/8th grade so they weren't below our knees, student-leading, special recess when we went to the park next to the school; and, of course, who could forget sister Eulalie and her running up and down the aisles swatting the devil off our shoulders.

I moved to the Eastern Shore about 5 years ago with my husband, Jeff. I am currently attending classes at the local community college and attempting to get a degree as a Radiology Technician. I keep in touch with Lisa Stockhausen, Cecie Cush, and Jackie Nusbaum. Jackie also lives here on the Eastern Shore. I am looking forward to seeing my former classmates in October.

Class of 1960: Carole Hayo Moore Send an e-mail
Watching the almost daily ritual of my brother, Bill Hayo, being chased during recess by an aggressive goose who lived next door to the school. I would hear loud screams from my classmates. Then the multitudes would part leaving an asphalt corridor for Bill to run through as the goose honked and bit at his heels.

Learning to diagram sentences from Sister Loyola -- ooowweee.

The bus rides home from school, especially the last day before the summer break.

Father Bailey.

Class of 1974: Cynthia (Cecie) Cush Peay Send an e-mail
The following are some of the memories that first come to mind from HRS:
Sister Mary Patricia pulling on Karen Rogers' ear in 3rd grade. In 4th grade, Mr. Kernan making you stand in the corner with bubble gum on your nose and touching the wall at the same time and his infamous pressure grip on your arm (not that I ever was disciplined with either!). Mrs. Odonell and Mrs. Houston. My eighth grade teacher (can't remember her name) playing the guitar while singing "I'm a leaving on a jet plane". "Color My World" as the "slow dance" song at 8th grade graduation dance ... and lots more memories that I would love to laugh about with fellow classmates in October!

Our graduating class had a 15 year reunion (11 years ago!!) which was a blast!
Hope to see some of my classmates again at this reunion.

Class of 1960: Laura Anne (Hilbert) Ruitberg Send an e-mail
I started first grade in 1952 with Sister Agatha as my first and much loved teacher. Sister Joan Marie was the Principal at that time. I remember First Friday donuts, the beautiful May processions, and CYO dances. I remember Sister Theresa Anne, Father Bailey and Father Harris.

I remember I had Mrs. McKenna in the fifth grade. The Bazaars I'd go to with my mother and brother John.

I loved sixth grade with Sister Marie Gertrude. I left Holy Redeemer School in the seventh grade (1958-59). I will always remember my time at HRS with love and happy youthful memories.

Class of 1977: Eileen Weikert (Vitaliti) Send an e-mail
Spying on my older sister and her boyfriend (whose sister is my friend) on the play ground.

Class of 1957: Ronnie Patterson Lorentz Send an e-mail
- Being able to play ball across the tracks if you were in 7th grade or older.
- Being a school bus patrol.
- Friends made - memories lasted forever.

Class of 1972: Loretta Chulick Trippe Send an e-mail
The things I remember most:
- getting in trouble with Sr. Edward Therese for loaning Lisa Stockhausen my red "cross" tie for picture day in first grade.
- trying to earn a pen in writing class from Sr. Mary Patricia -- she didn't like me being left-handed.
- Tag Day
- Sloppy Joes during our monthly luncheon
- Being a student leader at recess to the little kids
- Sr. Genevieve always reminding us to "keep our noses clean"
- Sr. Eulalie will also be remembered for her English classes -- diagramming and comparing a story to a roller coaster.
- Being a bell ringer and dismissing the students at the end of the day over the PA.
- Field Day
- 4-square, Chinese Jumprope
- 8th grade "graduation" trip to Mago Vista Beach.
- Having Sr. Regina Mary in 2nd grade and then again in 8th grade.

Class of 1972: Lisa Stockhausen Gallagher Send an e-mail
Some of the things that I'll never forget about HRS:
Donald Foy fainting on Debbie Buckler during third grade music class; eating pb&j sandwiches every day for 8 years except on luncheon days; Sr. Genevieve Claire and her "clicker"; seeing Ms. Solomon (7th grade teacher) in the ladies room line at a Bruce Springsteen concert in 1974; Sr. Eulalie flitting around the classroom while we diagrammed sentences; certain classmates listening to the baseball game on the radio in the coat closet and being caught by principal Sr. Jane Michael, Chinese jumprope and kickball games; the joy of being selected as a bell ringer.

I've been living in Bowie for the past 17 years with my husband and three children, and still see my best friend since the fourth grade, Debbie Buckler Hubbard, as much as possible. Looking forward to the reunion in October.

Class of 1966: Tim Dolan Send an e-mail
1st grade recess with Kenny Lawn (INSIDE the compound), Sister Mary Aloysius, CYO dances, Rohrback ignoring me at the CYO dances, the endless May Processions, the assembly when President Kennedy's assasination was announced, walking home with my brothers, limbo challenges on the playground, Father Harris's Saturday movies (I still watch "Yankee Doodle Dandy" w/Jimmy Cagney once in a while), the heat of the bazaars and, of course, Lawrence and the Arabians.

Class of 1966: Cathy Rohrback Gallagher (formerly Cathy Ramona Rohrback) Send an e-mail
The ice cream that was sold at lunch, cleaning the faculty room which was actually part of the library, Mrs. Huston (and the high heels she would wear, you good hear her coming down the hall), Mrs. Johnson (and the "Chuck Taylor" tennis shoes she would wear), Sr. Mary Catherine, Sr. James Maurice, Sr. Eugene Therese. The May procession, Mass every Friday. Wearing a tissue on our head if we forgot our "chapel veil". The air raid drills when we would go into the halls and sit on the floor. Doing exercises out on the blacktop with about 400 kids and Mrs. Johnson in the center, on a platform, leading us. There are soo many...

Class of 1962: Patrick Duck Send an e-mail
When I think back about Holy Redeemer my first memories are about people. One person I especially remember is Fr. Harris. He was frequently tossing a football on the playground, and frequently ripping his cassock in the process. I always liked it when he visited the classroom. The teacher would stop the lesson and Fr. Harris would tell stories. Fr. Harris was always recruiting for the Boy’s Choir. I joined when it first started in the late Fifties and I am still singing with the Choir today. While we are always learning new music, the Choir still digs into the old files and regularly sings music I first learned as a boy soprano.

Class of 1982: Kathryn Garner (Kitty) Gardiner Send an e-mail
Happily married with 4 kids, living in Glen Burnie, MD, can't wait for this reunion, hope to see lots of 1982 graduates there. Also other graduates from the classes that my brothers were in, 1978 and 1977.

Class of 1962: Patrick Duck Send an e-mail
See above for information about the HRS All-Years Reunion, and please contact Patrick if you can help.

Class of 1982: Renée Edmonston Send an e-mail
Is there anyone interested in putting together a reunion for Summer of 2005 for graduating classes of 1980 - 1984? We had such a great group of friends that lasted through high school. I would love to meet up again. Email me if you are interested or if you have connections to get in touch. I am out of touch in Florida for the last 11 years.

Class of 2003: David Oluwo Send an e-mail
I have made Principal's List at Good Gouncil with a GPA of 4.07. I have acquired numerous scholarships because of my academics and it's all possible because of Holy Redeemer. So I would like to thank Holy Redeemer very much for my education. It set a basis for me, and is the reason why I am where I am today. So THANK YOU Holy Redeemer, and I really mean it.

Class of 1983: Kevin Davis Send an e-mail

Class of 1994: Adam Holt Send an e-mail
After Graduating from DeMatha Catholic high school in 1998, I attended Lafayette College in Easton, Pa on a Football scholarship. I graduated from Lafayette in 2002 with a degree in Government & Law and as a four year letter winner on the football team. I now teach 6th grade at St. Mark's in Hyattsville.

Class of 1972: Mike Barry Send an e-mail
Have been living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland now for 20 years with my wife and kids. Would like to hear from other alumni.

Class of 1970: Maureen Dolan Rosen Send an e-mail
I graduated from HRS in 1970, and am still best friends with Siobhan Sullivan (Moose), whom I've known since first grade. (My four brothers also graduated from HRS.) I live in Chapel Hill, NC, and have 2 children and a wonderful husband. I own a small publishing company: we publish KIDSCA$H and MYCA$H, workbooks for kids, teens and college students that teach them the basics of money management.

I returned to Holy Redeember in the past few years, mostly for funerals (my Dad's, for one), but also had the absolute delight of attending the annual Bazaar a few years ago. It was always the highlight of the year for us as kids. I plan to attend whatever "all-year" reunion takes place next year. Anyone from class of 1970 around? Email me!

Class of 1947: Class Picture

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Thanks to Mary Gaffney Marcus for her class photo, and for identifying her classmates:
Bottom row, left to right: Janet Fostner, Jane Wiedel Lankford, Eileen Davis Petrillo, Thomas Moran, Betsy Kirkley, Mary Gaffney Marcus, George Springman, Barbara Lloyd, Joan Kane, Stanley Beiss, Marion O'Dea
Second row: Kathryn Loftus Boucher, Maria Waters Snoddy, Virginia Boyer Klinger, Betty Dent Sullivan, Virginia Russell Ruback, Josephine Bryan (now Sister Josephine Bryan - Sr. of Providence), Patricia Ricker Yateman, Shirley Smith
Top row: Jean Melton Schulze, Eugene Kellaher, William May, Joseph O'Neil, James Brown
Members of the class of 1947, we would like to hear from you.

Class of 1961: Maureen S. Dougherty Send an e-mail
Although I moved during 5th grade and did not graduate from HRS, I always appreciate my early education there, and especially Sr. Agatha. I now live in Goleta (Santa Barbara) California. Best of all, I still keep in touch with my favorite teacher!

 



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