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Holy Family School, Nutley, N.J. Class of 1968, circa 1959+ By Anthony Buccino
Something tells me you went to catholic school. | |
Holy Family School, Nutley, N.J.
Two views, a morning class and an afternoon class. Kindergarten Graduation Thumbnail
First Communion
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Graduating Class of '68
Buccino's Catholic school poem published in Paterson Literary Review
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last weeks of high school seemed nothing more than a blur Class Reunion: Catharsis, Closure or BothI never had
much love for school. I was ready to drop out BOOKS of INTEREST Pagan Babies: and Other Catholic Memories by Gina Cascone More Growing Up Catholic by Mary Jane Frances Cavolina Growing Up Catholic: And Getting over It by William Michael Nolan Thank You, Sister: Memories of Growing Up Catholic by Beverly Pangle Scott The Best of Sean Patrick: Memories of Growing Up CatholicHow I Flunked Penmanship and Other Tales of Growing Up Catholic by Bill Dodds My Angel's Name Is Fred: Tales of Growing Up Catholic by Thomas Byrnes Growing Up Irish Catholic, and Surviving My Mom's Eleven Sisters by Pat CareyRaised Catholic (Can You Tell?) by Ed Stivender The Altar Boy Chronicles by Tony Pasquarello |
Anthony Buccino Essays, photography, military history, more New Jersey author Anthony Buccino's stories of the 1960s, transit coverage and other writings earned four Society of Professional Journalists Excellence in Journalism awards. Permissions & other snail mail: PO Box 110252 Nutley NJ 07110 Where to Buy Buccino Books
Follow Anthony Buccino SOMETHING TELLS ME YOU WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL Something tells me you went to catholic school. Maybe it’s the way you flinch when someone talks with their hands? Or the way your heart palpitates when a rubber-tipped yardstick is concerned? And the sight of penguins still makes you sweat and squirm? Maybe it's the way you tie your tie, one-two, over and through? Maybe it's the way you buy up all the World’s Finest chocolate when kids come to the door selling those long brown dollar bars, then get high opening and closing, sniffing the sweetness inside taking you back? Something tells me you went to catholic school. Maybe it's the scapula around your neck or that cross ring on your finger? Maybe it's the way you sit in your seat, perfectly square, hands folded in front? Maybe it's the glint in your eye, or the hope of eternity in your heart? Could it be the way you pray to a different saint for each of your needs? Something tells me you went to catholic school. -Anthony Buccino
By Anthony Buccino Tales about, of all things, a naked statue and the catholic school tie, being strip-searched by nuns, Italian American family roots, and that dress his sister made him wear.
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