Jan 31, 2004 - Cabrini High School was reduced to a mound of rubble today.  

While some of us had grown accustomed to glancing at the old school nestled in the woods off Allen's Road whenever we passed by, even though empty and desolate looking it was still a place that held many countless memories on the road to growing up.  We had embedded within the walls twenty three years of laughter, fun, games, study, prayer and singing.  Even sadness and tears at times.  We had given it character while at the same time that character was reflected back.

After I had made it to the school ground I was surprised to meet some of our former teachers there also and one other former student Blaine Joyce.   As we stood there, Mr. Jones, Mr. Doody, Mr. Spencer, Mr. Matthews, Blaine and I, watching our old school crumble I imagined the culmination of hustle and bustle, the chatter and laughter of its students and teachers through the years.  

Another surprise came when Mr. Doody told me that Bill Perrett was operating the dozer!  A joke or two was passed around between us as Bill continued his work.

With the last of its foundation being poked and prodded by the dozer, the sounds of shifting metal and brick echoed throughout and around it also releasing the once familiar activity it knew along with it.  ...But as Linda Kays Randell said, "its spirit and memories will live on".