Janet Rhoads-Leslie remembers:

 

I remember at least one important experience for each child in this photo. For example:

 

April Schick's mother was our Girl Scout leader. Troop 169 — I have the sash and badges — and Mrs. Schick was a stock car racer.

 

Carol Glasser threw up on stage at the New York State Pavilion as we performed with our Glee Club at the World's Fair. Carol was also a member of the BFCJ: the Beatles' Fan Club of Jericho. I was the president, and Nancy Reale was the VP. We actually had a test prepared for entry into the club, with vital Beatles information like birth dates, parents' occupations, girlfriends' names. I can still forge all four of the Beatles' signatures. You never know when that information may be needed.

 

Chris Patelis fell asleep during naptime in kindergarten, and the teacher had a very difficult time waking him up. I also remember thinking that it was odd his parents named his little brother after the dinosaur on The Flintstones.

 

Jeff Alperin fractured my left ring finger by throwing a ball extremely hard against the brick gym wall at recess, trying to prove that girls should not be allowed to play with the boys. I proved him wrong by catching the ball, but I did not admit to him that I fractured my finger until nearly fifty years later, when I called him to tell him about our class reunion (lawsuit pending). 

 

Jeffrey Winuck had the first boy-girl party in sixth grade in his back yard and played Spin the Bottle. I

did not want anything to do with that game.

 

Cristobel Clare Hutchison was from England and rented an old firehouse near a golf course in Brookville. She was very shy. One day she accidentally threw her hedgehog pencil sharpener from her lunch tray into the garbage in the cafeteria. Since I had designated myself as her caregiver, the ladies in the cafeteria (including my own mother) gave me plastic bags to put on my hands to search for and successfully find Clare's hedgehog. She moved back to England (with her hedgehog), but I was in touch with her through high school.

 

At Tommy Smith's birthday party the boys made the girls walk through poison ivy in his backyard! (Another lawsuit pending.)

 

Jason Fensterstock: I don't know what happened to him, but he would always try to kiss me, and all I remember is "Jason, Jason get the basin / Plop, plop, too late / Get the mop!" (Where in the world does that little poem come from? Was that my defense against his affection?)