St. Stanislaus High School celebrates it’s 155th Annual Athletics Meet – Saturday, December 15th, 2018
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I remember the small pastry shop opposite our school. My Aunt who visited me once on a visiting Sunday took me across and bought me a small cake. The man at the counter was a really nice guy; he recognized me as a boarder. On Sundays he would come around and ask the Fathers if…
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