Certainly, it may be said that if the youth of our generation had a single social community center, that would have been the YMCA on North Main Street. I go back to the days when "boys' swim" was done "au natural" to phrase it delicately; I was never quite courageous enough to question if policy was identical for the girls.

Those employed there did such a wonderful job with us kids. To be sure, they served as good examples for all of us, but especially to kids like myself with no fathers at home. I still have strong pleasant memories of them now, 60 years down the road. There was Tommy Clinton, John Tennant and Dave Farnell working the desk to "buzz" us through the door to the locker room, where genial old Bill Thurber would safely lock away our "valuables" until we were leaving. There was Bill Bungard, Gene Clark, Bill Hewitt, Romeo Bergeron, Joe Cardinute, Harold Hayes and Bob Lepper. I'm not sure if Bob was actually a paid employee or not, but if not he certainly should have been. It seemed he was always at the Y and always agreeable to teaching us the finest techniques of wrestling. The wrestling team of Bob, Ted Whitehouse, the Paradis boys (Ed, Dave, Bill and later Alan) Paul Ouellet, Chico Gonzaleves and Dick Wallace captured more than their share of New England wrestling championships, believe me.