This Website is for the alumni of Ridgefield Park High School Class of 1967.  RPHS1967 was the 50th and LAST class to graduate from the "old" school.  For many of us, we went to school together for 13 years – K-12 (Ridgefield Park and Little Ferry).  We were young together and we have shared memories. 
 
Freshman year started by learning our way around the buildings, changing classes, and getting to know each other.  This was the first time LF and RP went to the same school; remember the yellow buses lining up in front and bringing LF kids to RPHS?  By November, we had settled into our new routines and were looking forward to Thanksgiving weekend. Then, on the 22^nd, the announcement came over the PA system that President Kennedy had been killed in Dallas.  The reality of the violence that continued in the 1960’s became part of our lives. Do you remember what class you were in that day?
 
Vietnam - that was our generation’s war.  Almost three million young soldiers were sent to Vietnam which included not only young men, but also women; 300,000 women served, primarily as nurses.  Over 50,000 never returned home; too many are still MIA.  The names of the missing and lost are on the Wall.  It is fitting to remember those from LF and RP that were lost.  Their names are on the Winant Avenue Bridge that connects LF to RP on Route 46 as it crosses the Hackensack River. 

• Ridgefield Park:  PFC Richard Leonard Boltz, PFC Robert Alvandra Cuccinelli, CWO Robert James Hoffman, PFC Lawrence Joseph LeDone and SP7 Michael Romano Jr. 
• Little Ferry:  SP4 George Arthur Baker

1964 brought us the Beatles and the British Invasion of music began.  We watched them on the Ed Sullivan Show. The New York Worlds Fair -CYO trips took us there from RP and LF - what fun it was.  We had our folk music and protest songs became the new “National Anthems” the answer is blowing in the wind!

Sophomores in 1964-1965, classes in nearby churches and the library and later trailers on the high school grounds.  Washington Grammar School is closed (condemmed). All those fire drills. Tragically just before the last day of school  our classmate, Jerry Tyska,  drowned in the Hackensack River.   Juniors in 1965-1966; Class rings ordered, driving permit tests taken, college PSAT tests and much more.  1966-1967  The final year of high school.  Many of us had part time after school jobs, some were lucky enough to have cars and  always looking for a parking space near school, yearbook, class trip, Senior week, final exams...and then Graduation!

Like the generations that came before us, we walked the hallowed halls of the old school, laughed, cried, learned and finally graduated. Some classmates served in the military some were sent to Vietnam. And the wars in the middle east continued, making the cover of Life and Look magazines the month we graduated in 1967.
 
We share so many memories from our high school years.  Life, laughter, first loves, friendships, and yes, tragedies.  May all the memories we shared be a blessing to us now as we look back upon our lives. It is true, as much as things change they stay the same; there is new music, new protests, new wars but what binds us – family, friends and country remains the same for many of us.  

Thorton Wilder so eloquently wrote in his play Our Town:
“Does anyone ever realize life while they live it...every, every minute? I want you to try and remember what it was like to have been very young.   You're just a little bit crazy.  Will you remember that, please?”