I was sitting on a toilet in my company's office building contemplating a section of the newspaper lying on the floor. It seemed like I was going to be there for a while so I decided to go ahead and read it. Unfortunately it turned out to be the Society section.
But the obituaries were there so I scanned through them, not recognizing any of the names until I stumbled onto "Douglas McCarty", in the text, of all places. I quickly checked the deceased's name again - Joy.
For almost two years I waited with them to catch the morning school bus to take us to Westbury. They became good friends. They were a minister's children and it seemed he kept a tighter reign on Joy than he did on Doug. I asked her out once and she said her father did not allow it. I found this unusual for a girl in high school.
Later, after I had left Westbury, she asked me to escort her to her prom. I was honored. After I picked her up she told me that it was because of me she was able to go. She and Doug had convinced her dad that I would be a gentleman. And so I was committed to be so. I had decided that we would kiss only when I was with her at her doorstep.
When that moment came and I bent down to kiss her goodnight, somehow I stumbled. I tried again but this time I could see she was pushing me back. She whispered her dad was watching through the peephole. That was the last I ever saw of her.
Joy was a lady, From the obituary it seemed she had a full life, with family and children. I hope it was a happy one. I hope to see her again someday when I move on to my next life. After all, she still owes me a kiss!
Joy was the first girl I ever asked for a date to go to the football game--She didn't say yes or no but asked me what religion I was--which was and still is Catholic. The next day in home room she told me 'no' because her 'Daddy" was a preacher and wouldn't allow it. I know she liked me as I did her--but that was the way things
were at times. I just was more upset with the 'no' more than the reason-since I was 16 and never dated.
Shortly thereafter, I was chased and hooked up with my first love Ricki Wheatcroft--for about a year.
I sure wonder where she is now. I have very fond memories for Joy--as she was such a down to earth
John Boyce (1963)
I was sitting on a toilet in my company's office building contemplating a section of the newspaper lying on the floor. It seemed like I was going to be there for a while so I decided to go ahead and read it. Unfortunately it turned out to be the Society section.
But the obituaries were there so I scanned through them, not recognizing any of the names until I stumbled onto "Douglas McCarty", in the text, of all places. I quickly checked the deceased's name again - Joy.
For almost two years I waited with them to catch the morning school bus to take us to Westbury. They became good friends. They were a minister's children and it seemed he kept a tighter reign on Joy than he did on Doug. I asked her out once and she said her father did not allow it. I found this unusual for a girl in high school.
Later, after I had left Westbury, she asked me to escort her to her prom. I was honored. After I picked her up she told me that it was because of me she was able to go. She and Doug had convinced her dad that I would be a gentleman. And so I was committed to be so. I had decided that we would kiss only when I was with her at her doorstep.
When that moment came and I bent down to kiss her goodnight, somehow I stumbled. I tried again but this time I could see she was pushing me back. She whispered her dad was watching through the peephole. That was the last I ever saw of her.
Joy was a lady, From the obituary it seemed she had a full life, with family and children. I hope it was a happy one. I hope to see her again someday when I move on to my next life. After all, she still owes me a kiss!
Robert Morrell (1964)
Joy was the first girl I ever asked for a date to go to the football game--She didn't say yes or no but asked me what religion I was--which was and still is Catholic. The next day in home room she told me 'no' because her 'Daddy" was a preacher and wouldn't allow it. I know she liked me as I did her--but that was the way things
were at times. I just was more upset with the 'no' more than the reason-since I was 16 and never dated.
Shortly thereafter, I was chased and hooked up with my first love Ricki Wheatcroft--for about a year.
I sure wonder where she is now. I have very fond memories for Joy--as she was such a down to earth
nice person.
Bob Morrell
Douglas McCarty (1962)
Joy McCarty (Black), my sister, passed away in summer of 1998
Doug McCarty