These pictures are of my graduating class when we were juniors; most of them were taken during our Junior Exhibition. For some reason, I have been able to find very few pictures of my own so I can't thank Sandy enough for providing these. If you enjoy looking at these and the other photos that I have assembled in this section, please e-mail me using the automatic link provided and I'll make arrangements to get your collection added to the website.
These are of a skit in which Peter Donaldson played a statue that came to life. He performed all sorts of outrageous antics behind the backs of unsuspecting people that came and sat on a park bench. The victims, from L to R are Larry Clark, Dave Thompson and Monica Kahn, and Gloria Liggett. Note that no expense was spared in producing the lavish set. In the background you also may observe the elegant and extremely high tech cloaking device covering our class crest.
For these events it was traditional for the class to write a song with a verse for each member of the class. During the singing of your verse you got to bask in the limelight; your 15 seconds of fame, if you will. In this photo, David Oliver is front and center. From left to right: John Young (partially cropped), Liz Bell, Ken Phelan, Carson Payne, Celand Selby, Mlle. T. Paquette, Larry Clark, John Baxter, Mr. Ian Gardiner, Rick Elger, Sharon Oliver, David Thompson, John Morden, Alf Gardere, Gloria Liggett?
These are scenes from another skit. The back of the photos indicate that it was called "The Classroom", but I have little recollection of the dramatic elements of this presentation. L to R: Peter Hoult, Beile Weisz, Larry Clark (standing), Robert Markowski, John Young, Sharon Oliver, Monica Kahn.
This was from another skit called, again according to the caption on the back of the photo, "Toothpaste" . It pains me to admit that I can't remember the premise of this skit either, although I seem to remember that the chap second from left was especially hilarious in this presentation. From Left: D. Oliver, D. Ferguson, John Gibb (of the Abbotsford Orchard Gibbs), A. Gardére, J. Morden.
The crest revealed and explained by some earnest, young, unidentifiable stranger.
This was a class picture taken when we were in Grade 10. It does not appear in L'Echo, although I suspect that is the purpose for which it was originally intended. That year the editors decided to use thumbnail shots of our individual portraits. Go Figure! L to R: Oliver, Young (peeking out), Gibb, Markowski, (Cameron hidden), Payne (Thompson? hidden), Meldrum, Donaldson, Baxter, Selby, Elger, Phelan, Hoult, [?? I'm not certain, I started to write Rob McGregor, but went and checked L'Echo and he's not listed as a member of our class that year, any suggestions? It doesn't appear to be either Larry Clark or Mike Dupont who are not in this photo.], me, Morden, Gardére.
For the last several years I have been writing and polishing the reminiscences that you have been reading on the other pages in this section. For the last few months a narrative describing the Saturday evening activities that served to brighten our day-to-day drudgery has been percolating through the recesses of my scrambled brain. I have not as yet found time to visit this subject in a comprehensive way, but while preparing Sandy's scrapbook it has been much on my mind and it seems appropriate, if not necessary, to produce a bare-bones treatment at this time. Obviously for us, our week-end evenings were not occupied by trips to the mall (sorry for the anachronism) or the movie theatres. We had, for the most part to create our own entertainments. Sporting events (usually basketball and hockey) and the occasional movie during which the sexes were segregated and only allowed to sit and talk for a few minutes following the show were staples. I remember Christmas concerts and an elegant candle lighting ceremony mounted by the CGIT. Occasionally we were permitted to dance, square dance only, mind you, although we should be thankful for that since the strictest Baptists allow absolutely no dancing whatsoever. But the entertainments that really stand out for me were the talent shows, of which there were several every year (see the guitars page). Two of these were surely uniquely Feller events that were produced independently by the Junior and Senior classes. Ever since I started working at writing down these stories, I had been puzzling over what we called these two events but the names escaped me. It was only when I started preparing these photo collections for the website that other people provided the information that my overloaded memory had failed to produce; the Senior Reception and the Junior Exhibition. Seeing these photos and some of the other photos that are obviously from various talent shows make me mildly regret that an opportunity was lost...
