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Ascension Alumni Reunion
September 17th 2016

Amity Hall Uptown
982 Amsterdam Avenue
(Between 108th & 109th)
New York, NY 10025
Time 1:00 to 4:00

Three hour open bar
Hor dourves
Includes donation to Alumni

Please reply by: August 29, 2016

Make checks payable to:
Margaret McKiernan
Mailing address:
P. O Box 106 Woodlawn
Woodlawn Heights, New York
Black and White

(Under age 45? You won't understand.)

You could hardly see for all the snow,

Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.

Good Night, David.

Good Night, Chet.'

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread Mayo on the same
cutting board with the
same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat
it raw sometimes, too.
Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper
bag, not in ice pack
coolers, but I can't remember getting E.coli.

Almost all of us would
Have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool
(talk about boring), no
beach closures then.
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell,
and a pager was the
school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE... And risked permanent injury with a pair of
high top Ked's (only
worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air
cushion soles and built
in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have
happened because they tell
us how much safer we are now.

Flunking gym was not an option... Even for stupid kids! I guess PE
must be much harder than

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national
anthem, and staying in
detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health
system we had then.
Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was
allowed to be proud of

I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play
Station, Nintendo, X-box or
270 digital TV cable stations.

Oh yeah... And where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I
got that bee sting? I
could have been killed!

We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant
construction sites, and when we
got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids
liked it better because it
didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.

Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a
$99 bottle of
antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for
leaving a horribly
vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either; because if we did we
got our butt spanked
there and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home.

I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his
tricks on the front stoop,
just before he fell off.

Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house.

Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a jerk. It
was a neighborhood run
a muck.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they
were from a
dysfunctional family.

How could we possibly have known that?

We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes.

We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't
Notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!

How did we ever survive?

Love to All of Us Who Shared this Era; And to All Who Didn't, Sorry
for what You Missed