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    ELIZABETH ROSS Madeleine Sophie Barat, Rose Philippine Duchesne, Janet Urskine Stuart, Mabel Digbey, Josefa Mendez etc KING class of '62Jul 22, 2016 at 11:50 pm

    Thank you Archivist, Mrs. Victoria Allen, for all your wonderful work on “Sports” at Greenwich. Now I’d love to share a little something with you about Sports at Greenwich in the early 60s and so help me God, every single word I’m about to tell you is true. At Greenwich, and probably at any of the other Sacred Hearts around the world, we wore white short sleeved shirts and green gym tunics with matching bloomers. If you were lucky enough to be a boarder you could take a shower after playing lacrosse, hockey or basketball. If you were a “dayhop” you’d change out of your sweat soaked shirt, put on your uniform to go home in feeing sticky and smelling like something your mother didn’t want in the house. Most importantly for my tale is that the tunic had to be long… enough so that when you knelt to pray (?) it touched the ground. The length of the tunic is one of the topics I want to tell you about.
    I shall never forget the look on the face of Margaret Brown, RSCJ (my life long nemesis*) when during a hockey game against The Rye Country Day School she saw me talking to a group of the girls from RCDS. “Do you KNOW those girls??? Are they FRIENDS of yours?? How do YOU actually know them?” she stuttered with her eyes about to bulge out of her head. I explained that as I lived in Rye (which as our mistress general she already or should have known) and told her (without mentioning my fellow Ryeite classmates, Anne Harris or Sandra Steinthal, who had actually gone to RCDS in Junior Kindergarten) that most of them were my oldest and closest friends who I rode bikes with, learned about the disgusting facts of life from, went to day camp with all summer, at the same (close to Episcopalians only) beach club, took golf lessons with at the same (close to Episcopalians only) golf club, held boy-girl parties with and dated the same boys with because every night since the 9th* Class I’d been going to dancing class at RCDS ( “Our Crowd” only Jews and a few Irish Catholic boys admitted).
    I thought I’d gone far enough and figured I’d better not mention that by 1st Academic most of the boys I knew (again close to Episcopalians only) had already left for their non-Catholic prep schools. I also didn’t mention that I learned about the disgusting facts of life from one of them who luckily quickly agreed with me that our parents didn’t do that. Nor did I mention to her that I didn’t know why all my friends laughed when my best friend took us into her father’s bedroom to show us something that I later realized was a condom. I guess I was surprised enough to see her parents slept in separate bedrooms. When my grandparents had money they had separate dressing rooms with comphy chaises so they could read late at night and not keep one another up but Ambassador X (shall we say) had a king size bed. I definitely didn’t mention that although my mother was a Child of Mary, she was a convert, raised in Canada as an ANGLICIAN which you may know is as close to Episcopalian as you can get!
    Oh, I’ve almost forgotten to tell you what upset Mother Brown so. RCDS’ tunics only covered their bloomers!!
    Another thing. I love the photo of girls at the pool, which came to my attention when I was looking on-line for something that had nothing to do with King’s Ridge, as Greenwich was originally called, or swimming pools. The photo was probably taken in the late 1940s or 50s but it was built by the original owner of the estate. Greenwich didn’t open until after WWII when Maplehurst, up near the G.W. Bridge in the Bronx, was closed and it wasn’t called King Street until the 50s.
    Once again, thank you so much for giving us this trip down memory lane. Especially since anyone from my days knows I hated gym…..didn’t even have a gym tunic and hid out with like minded students wherever we could after 3pm. When my class came back from summer vacation in 1961 the new building covered the pool which, as far as I was concerned, rang the death knell for my swimming at school. I got out of swimming by yelling out “STANDARD” every time my name was called for swimming. STANDARD meant you had your period and therefore couldn’t go in the pool. Why Mrs. Melford didn’t know some of us actually braved the risk of losing our virginity and wore Tampax I’ll never know. Only now I’m wondering why no one realized or bothered to help a young girl who had her period from late September through late May. Anyway, my Episcopalian friends in Rye and I only swam in saltwater pools…straight from Long Island Sound. After all, fresh water pools were for people who couldn’t get into OUR clubs !!!!!
    Best to anyone reading this.
    E. King Class of 1962

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    Victoria Allen (School Archivist)Nov 5, 2014 at 3:10 pm

    what a very nice article! most interesting and I loved the use of the photos! VTA

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