Maria Hartman Ferry

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I have MANY childhood memories, giggling with Kathy Bosco, Liz White, and Sarah Davidson at sleepover parties and freezing someone's bra every time (she shall remain nameless) - dancing through the hallways with Patty Hannah, screaming at the top of my lungs with Margaret Rielly on the stands at football games - going to the dance hops and worrying about what to wear (which is really funny considering our taste back then), singing in the Melodaires with Mr Maher and wanting to die every time he gave me a solo - singing in the chorus and aiming spitballs at the guys - being in "No, No, A Thousand Times No" and having to walk across the stage with placards that read "boo hiss", etc in a little hot pink mini skirt - wearing those HUGE bloomer gym short outfits and hating it - going to upper classmen proms and dances (had fun with Gerald Fried at one, Maris Kristbergs at another) - laughing with Barbara Engles in History Class and creating an hysterical history oriented newspaper together to butter up the teacher and getting an A (headline was Rome is burning) - arguing with an english teacher who gave me a D on an excellent paper written about Edgar Allen Poe (she didn't like that I included his escapades with his 11 year old niece and his use of drugs) so I brought my "D" report to Mr Mayer who read it and he instructed the teacher to change my grade to an A (I LOVED that) - getting sent home by Mr Mayer from student government day for wearing the coolots I made in home ec (inappropriate attire back then) -being fascinated by the girls who could tease their hair higher then imaginable - getting detention for skipping a class - having a crush a week and having the "crush" sit at the lunch table with all us gals to see if he was crush worthy - how hard the gym floor was while performing modern dance and having to flop to your knees (that still hurts) - getting rope burn from climbing to the ceiling of the gym and trying to get down - being the unofficial cheerleaders for the baseball teams - going to the Hallabaloo and singing White Rabbit with the Six Pack - sitting on my front stoop at the end of the school day, almost every day with my neighbor Paul Benn (and sometimes Don Vandenberg) and discussing what happened that day and dealing with our teenage angst.