Lynn English High - Class of 1953 Reunion Site




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65th Mini-Reunion Pictures


The web manager would like to thank Ed Briggs, Gerry Colpitts and Diane and Dick Gannon for their generous financial support of our 65th reunion and apologize to them and Bob Rhodes for the one-year delay in acknowledging their generous donations in support of our 64th reunion.


Elaine and Dexter Brothers


Clayton Curtis, Nancy Whitaker and



Eleanor Dushuttle) Chamberlain and Sharon Belliveau (Daughter)


Doris (Murphy) DeckerJune (Scotty) DeRoin and Dolores (Levesque) Starratt


Karl Mascott and Gary Getchell



Joan and Joseph Wescott.  Please do not ask the photographer why the colors in Joe's two pictures are different.  Same person, same lighting...obviously the camera's fault.


Eileen (Reed) Morris and Alice O'Brien


Some guys have all the luck...Rob Rhodes and Carol (Keneally) Gardner


Francis Page and Carol Menkello.  Fran and Carol came up from Florida in his boat which you can see moored directly behind him.  Who says you can't make money managing a Barbershop Quartet.


Carol Kenneally Garder and Frank Donahue


Classmates seriously pursuing the Trivia of the Fifties game which offered an amazing first place prize.


Francis Page and Carol Menkello with Dwight Brothers inquiring about a ride back to Florida.


Mike Ciarletta and Jerry Colpitts will not be getting any distance travelled awards as they are currently neighbors in nearby Peabody.  


Shirley Collins Starrion and Charles Donnelly


The early birds, having grabbed the tables nearest the booze and hors 'oeuvres, get caught up on the past year


Dick Dussault on the left.  He and Rick Donovan sat side by side for lunch and reminisced about their days at Salem Teachers College.  Dick's inspiration to attend came from Mary A. Comer who told him she would roll over in her grave if he became a teacher.  She must still be rolling because Dick earned his doctoral degree and had a very successful career in education.  Rick Donovan's inspiration came from all his relatives who told him how lucky he was that his father got a job during the depression teaching at Breed Jr. High.

To see pictures and stories on the 12 classmates who attended Salem Teachers College click here



Helen (Ready) Walsh and Stephanie (McGrath)McNaughton debating whether to hit the shopping malls after the reunion or go straight to the night clubs instead.


Rick Donovan and Eleanor Dushuttle

Stories out of school:  Eleanor Dushuttle was my first public school friend.  We met halfway through the 6th grade at Aborn Elementary and Eleanor had my back both literally and figuratively since the Aborn 6th grade teacher had stuck my desk directly in front of her desk.  My previous five and a half years had been spent in downtown Lynn at St. Joseph's Elementary School.  My 6th grade teacher was Sister equal opportunity ambidextrous slapper who could nail a student with a speed that would make a boxing coach proud.  Sister once silenced the entire lunch room with a single slap delivered to a girl who did not come back from the girls' lavatory fast enough.  The girl was my sister who was in the 3rd grade.

My father listened to my stories both real or passed on from previous victims but the story that really got his attention was about a classmate and friend who had just returned to class after an absence caused by a kidney infection.  He had brought a note with him from his doctor who asked Sister to let him use the boys' lavatory when ever he needed it.  Sister Salvatore resented this intrusion into her domain and insisted that my friend wait until lunch father enrolled me in Aborn the next day.  To this day I still regret that I never had the guts to grab my friend's hand and take him to the lavatory or at least to the Sister Superior's office. 

More stories out of school:  Eleanor filled me in on who was who and what was needed to negotiate life in a public school.  If I got stuck with a question about a class project or forgot a homework assignment, I could always give her a phone call.  Since I forgot a lot of homework that year,  my father would give me "The Look" if the conversation went too long but thankfully never made me hang up.  I was a shy kid and to paraphrase a famous actor, my father would have had to pry the phone from my "cold dead hands" before I would hang up on the cutest girl in my class. 

One last story:  Jim Leonard to this day insists that his 7th grade teacher at St. Joseph's, Sister Constantia, was worse than my 6th grade teacher.  Jim however resolved his own problem by refusing to attend her classes much to the dismay of his mother.  Eventually an agreement was reached with the Sister Superior.  Jim would come to school and help with custodial chores and in return receive a diploma when his class finished the 8th grade.

When that time arrived, Jim showed up at Eastern Jr. High.  As he walked around though, he did not see anyone he knew and was ready to head out the door until he bumped into a good athlete he had played some baseball with during the summer.  The ball player talked Jim into staying and they became and have been good friends ever since. The ball player was Art Boland who went on to national and international recognition for his contributions to sports medicine. 

Jim went on to Salem Teachers College, taught for a while and later became principal of Washington Elementary.  He earned a doctoral degree from the University of Massachusetts and then became my boss as Superintendent of Schools.  At that time Lynn was facing forced busing from the state but Jim was able to convince the state to let him use magnet schools instead as a way to get parents to voluntarily help meet desegregation goals. 

I was the school department's Computer Center Manager at that time and we got along okay.  He told me what he wanted; I told him what I could give him.  We would argue until his eyes glazed over and then I would go back and do the best I could.  (He has told me stories about politics in the school system that would have made my hair stand on end if I had any.  Maybe some day we will be able to get a few of them on our website.)   


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