It was a magical time for all of us in ‘66;
Like a foggy dream, first day I recall a new high school,
Still all of us quite wide eyed and transfixed;
Remembering our Holy Cross class, young ones still too young to shave,
Trying hard to act grown up and be brave.
Some things in my mind stick out
Brother Stanley giving you the stern eye in the hall
Brother Rene also reminding us about discipline, I recall,
With his bolt gently riding across our foreheads;
Brother William Dooling, trying to teach us Spanish, & taking points away
The Holy Cross Man we all were trying hard to portray.
The bond we had together as a class
I had not experienced anything in my life like that before.
The camaraderie we had, and still do, when we together;
Long ago friendships with Felix, Mando, Charles, Ruben, Gilbert, Beany, David, & all my other Holy Cross brothers,
Learning virtues and skills
Setting the stage for our future and livelihoods.
Another foggy recollection
Were Holy Cross beanies, sock-hops,
Which I’m sure no longer exist.
But who at the time could resist
Popular bands, Sunny Ozuna, Royal Jesters playing inside our gym;
Were all like our teenage hymns.
Seeing all the guys for our reunion of 50+ years,
Takes us back to our teenage times & still does,
When we all were wide-eyed, and life was so care-free.
I suppose that’s why Holy Cross is so magical for me,
For it brought us back together as a family to a special place & time,
That will always be a treasured part of my lifetime.
Bob Collazo, 5/15/2021
Holy Cross Class of 1970
