Where We Lived
Sayville High School drew from Sayville, West Sayville, Bohemia, Oakdale, and Ronkonkoma. Some of us walked, others drove, car pooled, or took a school bus. As the population grew, new schools were built, and Sayville High now draws from a smaller area.
The map here can have a pinpoint for each of our homes. I’ve added a few pinpoints to give you the idea, though I might be wrong on the exact placement of some.
Goal: to include info on our class, not merely our class at the moment of graduation. We hope to include here anyone who dropped out, anyone who died.
To be added to this page: Your memories (from the questionnaire on our home page), and lots of pictures. The table that was once on this page has moved to “Our Gang Now” and “Still with Us”.
Favorite memories: Playing on the varsity basketball team. Playing in the band
Judith Levy Leipold:
While attending “Old 88″ ( the 3 story wooden school house, built in 1888) we thought nothing of walking to town, having lunch at France’s or Beers (choc. chip ‘freeze’ for 35 cents) then walking back to school. Lunch hour must have been a full hour!
The Class of ’63 was the last class to have kids bussed in from Oakdale, Bohemia, and Lake Ronkonkoma. We attended our village elementary schools and began getting bussed in Junior High School (before that level was called Middle School). We were the country kids, as opposed to the more sophisticated town kids.
During our junior year at SHS, Mwangi Manganjo, a foreign exchange student from Kenya, suddenly appeared on the Oakdale bus. We began our friendship. After graduation we continued to exchange letters, but we eventually lost contact with each other. His plans were to study agricultural engineering and return to Kenya to help his country with new technologies. Has anyone kept up with him?
Kathy Duggan Smith-O’Bannon
Favorite memories: Spending lunch, study hall, gym class and after school in the gym. Senior musical “Wish you were here “
Patricia Cuttler Hilton
Favorite memories: Dating Keith Drescher sophomore year thru senior year. Later we married but divorced 9 yrs later. He passed away 5/14/12. Still my best friend.
My friends Amira Carbonell, Ellen Briggs, Richard Torre. We had great times together and remain friends to this day
Susan Peters Ranghelli
Favorite memories: Wild and crazy pajama parties at Leslie Smith’s and the Roe’s house. Dancing at Fran’s Sweet shop on Saturday afternoons. Cheerleading at the football and basketball games. Hanging out with Margie, my best friend.
Susan Price Pople
Favorite memories: The parody skit we did of the teachers in front of the whole school - I was Mrs. Allen. Remember Mrs. Pisano loaned us her eagle purse and Mr. Czark loaned us his camel hair jacket. Any specific problems? Also: the musicals, orchestra and choir.
For me it was always about horses. Sayville had a lot of kids with horses. We could ride to the lakes and take them swiming. In the winter time we would all get together and ride through Camp Edy. Sayville was a wonderfull place to grow up. Although my wife Laura and I have lived a lot of different places. We will always have a special place in our hearts for Sayville.
Richard (Rick) Torre
Favorite memory: Going to Rainbow Gardens for drinks at lunch.
Cherie Zeller Cameron
Hanging out with my friends at lunch and on weekends.
The excitement of Friday night basketball games.
Talking my way out of not having a hall pass on many occassions.
Jake Kellas was the orchestra director, who greatly encouraged me in the field of music. It became my profession, and I retired from teaching in Detroit Public Schools in 2003. (I think) The many excursions to other towns, events, and camps were very formative, and are my strongest memories at this time. The fog is lifting, ahh yes, lifting. Remember the musical we did? Annie Get Your Gun??? I think. And we did a second on too………….too much fog. Dr. Bard from Patchogue came in to play the performances with us. I asked Mr. Kellas how he could do that with no rehearsal.. He answered that if you gather enough experience, it is possible. Now…. I understand.
I remember walking to school morning after morning, often carrying a cello. I cut through my grandmothers yard from mine, greeting the traffic safety guy at the light on Brook and Cherry. An old ruddy faced Dutchman, weathered from years on the bay, he looked out for me. I think his name was Mr. Seerveldt………..(fog)
Sitting with friends at lunch
Playing on the sports teams, and skipping out and a bunch of us going to Smiths Point Beach and can’t forget the Sunset Inn.
playing in the pit orchestra for Annie Get Your Gun…… I was awed by the ability of Dr. Bard, from Patchogue, to be able to sit in on the final reheasal and play the concerts. I asked Jake Kellas, our music teacher, how that was possible. He replied: “Experience”. Oooooh, I sooooo wanted to be able to do that someday. Closely related: the numerous extra opportunities to be musically involved outside of the school setting. Mr. Kellas made sure we got to many regional orchestras. I remember playing in towns on L.I., the Catskills, Buffalo, even Atlantic City, N.J. He even took me upstate to the Adirondacs, where he had some business with the family cottage. I guess Mr. Kellas was an influential figure in those years, along with Walt Tucker, Troop 100 scoutmaster. They set a standard which I now realize I have been trying ot maintain: I still have contact with my former students who are now playing professionally in Mariachi Gallos de Oro, keeping tabs on and encouraging them in like manner.