Sometimes, the smallest things unlock the biggest memories. That’s exactly what happened when I recently came across my old 7th grade yearbook from Michael J. Whalen Jr. High School in Hamden, Connecticut, dated 1974–1975. One look at the rounded architecture, the blacktop surrounded by snowbanks, and the signature curved front of the building—and suddenly, I was transported back in time.
This blog post is my walk down memory lane. If you walked these halls too, I hope it sparks a few memories of your own.
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🎠The Daily Michael J. Whalen Experience
Inside the yearbook are black-and-white snapshots of everyday life:
- Crowded hallways between periods
- Cafeteria scenes with kids laughing over trays of pizza
- Shop class projects, math drills at the chalkboard, and the school nurse checking pulses
- Teachers leaning in to help during library sessions
It was a time of corduroys, thick-rimmed glasses, and hand-written notes passed in class. We lived for gym class, lunch break, and trying to be first in line for the best chocolate milk. My favorite were the Chocolate chip Cookies.
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📸 A Roaring Piece of Michael J. Whalen Jr. HS History
This cast iron plaque of the fierce Panther—our proud Michael J. Whalen Jr. High School mascot—was handcrafted in shop class by my brother back in the day. You could hear the pride in his voice when he brought it home, still warm from the mold, the Panther’s snarl as strong as the Michael J. Whalen Jr. HS spirit we all carried through those halls.
It's more than metal. It's a memory forged in fire, echoing with school pride, locker chatter, and the clang of class changes.
👉 Did you have a class project you were proud of? A teacher who encouraged you? A moment that still sticks?
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With your permission, I’ll feature one or two stories in the next blog post.
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