Saint Augustine's School

A Letter to the Editor

The Main Entry to Saint Augustine's School

As kids, we normally went in through the doors that opened to the school yard. They seem to have been bricked over, another sad sign of the times.

East end of Saint Augustine's School

In 1953 I was in this school yard, early morning, on a cold and drizzly day when I spotted my dog "Tiny" on the other side of the fence, on Maple Avenue. "Tiny" had been missing for four days. It was a joyful reunion at the gate on Clifford Street. And I was late for school that day.

East end.

The doors opening to the school yard have been bricked over.

The Church

The Time Machine, indeed.

Anna Sewell and H.G. Wells, together as time stands still.

The Cafeteria

I received my polio vaccine right up there near the stairs in 1951.

Alumni

Lost in time, former students of Saint Augustine's School tour the classrooms and hallways.

Saint Mary

Alumni

Statues adorn the hallways.

The Cloakroom.

Winter coats and rubber boots filled the cloakrooms in winter. Now it's backpacks.

Alumni

Alumni

Alumni.

Alumni.

Class of 1959

Had I not moved from Hartford, I would have graduated with this class. In November of 2015 I had a half hour conversation with my first grade Nun, Sister Donald (to me), now Sister Maureen Carmody. She lives at the Saint Joseph's Home in West Hartford.

The main entry.

There were many, many students at Saint Augustine's. These are the sinks in the boy's room.