Photos and Bios

    In keeping with the theme "It's all about the kids," I am sure we all remember being kids at one time, full of enthusiasm and curiosity about the world that lay before us.  Some went on to be priests, nuns, doctors, lawyers, military professionals, business professionals, educational professionals, medical professionals, business owners, parents, grand parents, and great grand parents. Who would have known? Yet, your bio with your photo as a child will be an example to children of today and tomorrow. It doesn't have to be extravagant, eloquent, or elaborate, just an imparting of some wisdom you picked up along the way and your memories of HOM. Submit a quick bio by means of the HOM Guest Book, click http://mostpureheartofmary.com/guest_book.html  

My memorable times at HOM were those as an altar boy, playing in the band, and the parties.  However, the memory with the most impact was that of my being in an automobile accident, causing me to repeat a year. It was like a 2X4 to the forehead with a message that said, "Hey you big dummy, try hitting the books more and the streets less." It only took that one hit to make me appreciate education and its foundation received at HOM.  Bobby Buck, Class of '66. infobuck@juno.com

  My memories as an altar boy were a little different.  I always thought that Holy Week was the pinnacle of serving with the Easter Vigil Mass right up there with Midnight Mass.  We had ranks, like in the military, although I cannot remember a single one.  While serving mass with Spencer Johnson and Harold Valree with Father Gregory we encountered the wrath of Conn.  We were racing through the Confiteor as we were apt to do when father became enraged at our disrespect and threw us all off the altar.  Serving mass was the coolest thing I did as a kid, really.  When I received my cassock, my mother made me wear it into Carver's Drugstore on the Avenue.  That definitely was not cool.  I also remember the day I broke your leg wrestling with you at an altar boy meeting.  Mea Culpa my brother.  Class of '66. hnic6@comcast.net

When I reflect on my days at HOM, I think of the times in grade school when I would have to stay after school.  I had to work the longest division problems in the world while listening to the band practice.  It seems like the only thing they practiced was the scale.  Anyway, I don't know why I spent so much time after school because I could never remember doing anything wrong. I am sure it was somebody else. The better times included playing in the band, going to football games, and the Christ the King Parade. All in all, I enjoyed most of my days at HOM and to this day, I appreciate the education that I received.  Nothing but praise for HOM.

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