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Add your memories of Delbarton to this page by filling our our complete questionaire or, if you prefer, use our short form to just submit your thoughts for this page. From Tom Elmer: “It was a great place to go to school (it would have been better if there were females - that would have cut down on the porks drawn on our locker.) Delbarton was a place you began to find out who you were and what you wanted to do with your life. (I took the Marketing class in my senior year and that helped me get started in my sales and marketing career.) The classes, activities, teachers and classmates all contributed to the person I became. I have many good memories from my high school experience which I have reflected upon throughout my life. It wasn’t perfect, however, for the most part we respected the differences between each other. We were one of the last classes to have borders. That is significant. I would have missed Bob Rufo’s Philly stories - he helped me decide to go to school there. I never left. The place to capture memories of Delbarton will be at the reunion. We should record our conversations (at least most of them) of what we remember. Hopefully, most of our classmates will be able to attend or respond to the website so we can see what happened to them since graduation day, 1975”
From Tom Egbert: “I remember all of the studies and homework, Buzz Reagan, the lack of women, the beautiful grounds, the lack of women, the great football practices, my broken arm senior year, and the good friends who I’ve lost touch with since the day we graduated.”
From Glenn Hanley: “Most of my memories of Delbarton revolve around the great people I met there, my fellow students, and the teachers. Sports will always be a huge piece of my memories as well as drum sessions in Old Main with Pat Carlucci. Playing drums in Little Jimmy and the Starlites at high school dances was definitely memorable, too. The quality of the education I received from Delbarton was not realized by me until years had passed and I could compare the vast array and depth of knowledge I left Delbarton with versus the people I had to hire to work for me. (Quite sad actually). I view the gift Delbarton gave me as second to none! College was a mere extension of my high school routine, not the culture shock it was for others. Most of all I must thank my parents for that. Camping trips with Fr. Donal, football with Fr. Karl, soccer with Mr.Bandura, Friday night dances in the gym, ..... You all fit into these memories somewhere, and I thank you all for being a part of them. ”
From Jimmy Ferrante: “Whatever that three bounce game was we used to play on the pool tables with the balls but no sticks . The sense that you were in the presence of greatness watching and listening to Ray play “Classical Gas” on the piano. Creative Arts Festivals Coaches like: Harry Stillwell, Tony Paserelli, Mr. Mat & Staze, and the larger than life Bill Regan Saturday Classes The Tuck Shop Demerits and Jug Fr. Francis’ Funeral in the Abbey Church The recruitment officer from the Army who came to tell us about Vietnam “Recruiting” Tommy Elmer for a vacant wrestling weight class The Brother’s House Convocations in the Gym Fr. Alfred’s Tractor – what courage he had All Sports Dinners at the Martinsville Inn Deserts in general, but especially Coooookies. Thanks Tony, Barbara, Eddy, Theresa, & Lucille That F_ _ _ing Skylark “Plug it in, Crank it out” - Boo-Boo LaGrua 7th & 8th grade Algebra Plaid to the left of me, plaid to the right of me Delamater’s walk Fr. Martin’s simple grace and class Ducking out of the way while Fr Manus threw chalk, erasers, or anything he could grab at us. Fr. Rembert’s shoulder holstered 22mm Mr. PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Listening to Led Zepplin on the Library turntables Hanging out at Friendlys after everything Learning to hate Shakespeare in Fr. Regis’ class Learning to spell in Fr. Joel’s class Wondering if Brozyna actually did have dynamite planted everywhere The Booster Club Before our life after Delbarton even started – Colin White…Toto, we weren’t in Kansas anymore Parties, Girls, 18 year old drinking age! How much more we were prepared for college than most everybody else was in my freshman year Monkey Helmet – Sorry Frank Pep Rally – Senior Year Getting my driver’s license Every girl I asked to dance Looking forward to our 25th Reunion very much. My biggest regret all these years is the time I didn’t spend keeping in touch with my friends from High School and College. Better late than never! I hope everybody who can make it on October 7th will. But…I don’t want to be disappointed. What if Jack Anderson became a junk bond salesman? What if Yves became Euro-trash? What if Ray Burghardt performed on an electric piano? What if Dennis Valvano became a Latte drinking, mousse wearing, yuppie scum? Oh no, not my classmates. God forbid, what if Mike Mullen, John Macdonald, Rich Schubach, and Sean Hanifin all became lawyers? (Oops, they did).”
From Sean Hanifin: “Since I came to Delbarton as a sophomore (after a year at St. Benedict’s), my earliest memories are of summer football double sessions and Buzzy. I also remember, on my first day, mistaking Pete Nichols for a coach rather than a player. What I remember most are good friends and classmates and a fine faculty. I believe that, perhaps sometimes in spite of ourselves, we obtained an incomparably good education at Delbarton. I hope my sons (oldest bound for Gonzaga College High School here in DC in a few weeks) have as fond memories of their high school years as I do of mine.”
From Bill Stypa: “Vividly remember laying in grass by Old Main absorbing the sunshine during one afternoon of the last week of school and wishing my two years at Delbarton did not have to end.”
From Jim Breit: “tokyo bill (keeper of the brohers’ house), detention, tray duty, 6 long years of boarding, alot of fun times some of which the statue of limitations prevents me from revealing even now.”
From Dave Unkles: Recollections of Delbarton: Worst: Being busted by Fr. Andrew who caught me listening to Morse Code training tapes in the language labe, instead of the assigned lesson. Best: Fr. Beatus, his wisdom, priceless influence and gift of a lifetime. Others: Pat Carlucci’s multicolor dome-light dancing to music in the dark; The Dublin Pub; When Phil Rizzuto, Sr. joined us on the bench of a baseball game at Chatham, and argued against the ump who cited Carl Nelson with a bum-rap balk. Most Humerous: “Chinese Fire Drills” on return travel from J.V. Baseball Games; When Forrest distracted Mr. Brennan as Feraante stole desserts by-the-tray; “Junior Dapper Day”; When Lou Cino went eagerly to be checked for a hernia the first day that Mrs. Sheeran replaced Mrs. Christie as nurse; (Best Prank) launched a frantic Mr. Brennan in foot-pursuit of the tow-truck departing Trinity Hall with his Skylark on-the-hook.
From Christopher Greer: “I look forward to returning to Delbarton and seeing many of our classmates for the first time in 25 years - a span of time that hardly seems possible. Having often reflected on my time spent there I remain grateful for having had parents willing to sacrifice to afford me the opportunity. My experience at Delbarton was the cornerstone of my education through its demonstration of excellence and what it took to achieve it. Several of our classmates were positive influences in this respect.”
From Thomas Timpone: “WYOYFM - if you don’t know what that stands for ask Rudy A. John D. always smelling his socks and trying to learn how to play drums. Jim B. for the day we took off in his Triumph and did not return for 48 hours. Tom S. for taking off without me on the railroad tracks. Peter F. for not cutting his hair. Tim C. and Dennis V. for all the good pool. Bob R. for the George Benson and Estel S. concert we saw in Philly. Father Carl for visiting me in the hospital when I broke my leg skiing. Father Joel who caught me smoking and did not turn me in. Father Joel for letting us watch T.V. in his room Dennis V. for putting up with me for two years as a roommate. Tim C. and bob R. for putting up with me as a roommate. Father Joel for making me read out loud in English class {delude girl left defur in demote} Rudy A. for beating Jack A. for class pres. The great school sit-in. Phil R. for being too loud when we would go out to smoke a ---- at night. Mr. D for not finding Tom S., bob M. and myself in the woods during photography class.”
From Joe Joyce: “Thanks very much Frank “monkey helmet” Conklin (class of 19??) for your help with the alumni association! Is Cal going to show up?”
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