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| Are you experienced? Suzanne Dumont, age 16, at a Greenwich Village head shop. |
Tell us about your
career.
I taught a variety of English courses to students in grades 6-12
for 33 years. For most of
those years, I taught middle school. But, I retired in 2013 when teaching
became mostly about data and there was no more room for any choice of material
and creativity. I loved
teaching for the first 28 years, so I guess that’s a win. I never expected to
be a teacher, I had been in the business world for two years after high school
working for Bell Telephone and Allstate. Two very good solid jobs, but I just
realized that world was not for me, so I quit. Somewhere in there, I graduated
from Douglass College and got a teaching degree from Kean. Before teaching, I
dabbled in film and tv production. But I finally became a teacher somewhere
around 1980. Teaching gave me many great emotional and funny times with my
students and my colleagues. I miss it terribly but not the effluvia that came
with it toward the end. In the final analysis, it was extremely fulfilling.
Where have you lived since
graduating?
I live (in what two people have told my husband and me
separately) a town that looks like a Norman Rockwell painting – the town of
Cranford, NJ. It’s starting
to look a little less that way, so I’ve been slightly politicized into keeping
it that way. I also lived
in Los Angeles where I flitted around working for a film company, and a
marketing company right near Melrose Place. My apartment wasn’t in Melrose
Place but quite like it actually, only with more of a Latino touch and in
another apartment with some other people. L.A. is the first place that I
learned that the Melrose Place tv show’s tagline, “Where your friends become
your family” was actually true. But L.A. was not my “scene” to live there full
time. If I were a rich girl, I’d do a few months each year. But, I’m not and
I’m pretty “Jersey.” So, here I am 45 minutes from Broadway and the shore and
the mountains….love it!
What was your sense of
community in your class/in the school at NPHS?
I was neither in the popular crowd or the scorned, picked-upon
crowd. The only two people that even remotely picked on me were Rod Lent and
Ned Fitzgerald, but they were just doing it in a teasing, fun way. I was kind
of shy, so I was very quiet. I was a late bloomer. I just had my own friends
sort of like everybody else did. And then, I also had kids in class who weren’t
necessarily my friends, but I talked to and with whom I was friendly.
What experiences in high school, positive or negative, helped to
shape you as a person?
I think I lived in kind of a bubble because we went to almost an
all-white school, But, since Plainfield was basically our downtown, it kept me
out of that bubble somewhat. Also, I rarely knew what religion people were. It
never seemed to come up. I knew I was a Presbyterian, but I rarely went to
church, so I only knew a few more people who were my religion. And I saw a few
kids going to St. Joe’s church, so I knew they were Catholics. In fact, I
wanted to go there once with a friend and she said “No, only Catholics allowed.”
That hurt my feelings and actually angered me. And as far as the Jewish kids
went, there was no temple in North Plainfield (I didn’t even think about it
until Howard mentioned it to me). I had no clue who anyone was and I just
accepted everybody and in that way, I think it shaped me because I had very
little prejudice in me. Also,
I think finding the “hippie” crowd was good for me. It kind of expanded my
mind, social group and personality, Man!
Do you have any regrets
about your experiences during your high school years?
I just wish that I had been a little bit more outgoing as I really
found out that l had a lot more to say. But, I certainly got to that later.
Although, my senior year was a lot of fun, like it was for a lot of kids
because if we were doing okay, we did a lot more fun things, like “gypping”
school and joyriding, often down the shore.
Now, 50 years later, has your perspective on
your high school years changed at all? If so, how?
Now I know, there had to be some people who felt left out because
of their religion. Also, the handicapped were left out for a long time. So, I
think a bit more diversity would have been good. Other, than that, I had a
great time at the dances, mostly, l liked school and when I didn’t feel like
going, I didn’t. I had my
nefarious ways. Basically, it was sometimes fun, sometimes embarrassing and
sometimes boring, just like most school experiences for your average kid. I
feel like I was your average kid.
What is your fondest memory of your years at
NPHS?
When they sent buses to the school to
take us to Zacherley’s Disco-O-Teen
television show in Newark. I got to do a commercial with Zach, see him w/o his
makeup, dance on a box to the Critters or Doughboys. It was super fun. I never
knew how that was arranged, but I’m glad it was. I had already loved Zach and
his movies and got to sit on his lap (before he became too fragile) later on in
life several times at conventions.
What was the craziest or stupidest thing you
did in high school?
I and I think Colleen Bersch had to give an oral speech in
“Granny” Wilcox’s sociology class. We picked doing something about the “new”
music scene. I was always very into music. So, we’re up there reading and
discussing some lyrics we had come up with and how they fit into our youth
culture society. We did The Who’s “My Generation.” Then we did the Jefferson
Airplane’s “We Can Be Together” and I calmly read the line “Up Against the Wall
Motherfucker.” I was trying to relate it to the youth I’d met on the streets of
New York City who were passing out leaflets saying, “Up against the wall
motherfucker…the new Indian is born…this time we win.” And the struggle the
youth felt that they were going through because of the war and “the times they
were a changing.” I could see some kind of violence was about to come down on
the establishment’s heads. I just figured that I could say the word
motherfucker because I was just quoting it. “Granny” almost had a heart attack and
I could see her face in the back of the room didn’t look well. But to her credit, she just blew it
off and tried to get onto the next speech right away. I don’t remember how
Colleen felt about the situation. I’ll have to ask her if she remembers it. Or
maybe I was with Karen Hultberg, or both. I’ll have to ask them. I never
learned my lesson though because I did it again at a friend’s house and I still
do it to this day. However, I did realize it was a mistake to say it in
sociology class.
What was your proudest accomplishment in high
school?
(1) Getting home as early as
I could to see “Dark Shadows “and “Where the Action Is.” (2) Cutting as much
school as possible and never getting caught. I had so many secret, creative
ways. If I wanted to convince my mother that I had a fever, I put the
thermometer on my Sears Silvertone radio and let the heat from it take it up
really high. Then, I’d shake it down to usually 101. There were other ways of
getting out of school early after lunch some days, depending on my schedule.
(2) Sad to say, I never had a proudest accomplishment, except maybe stopping a
kid from being picked on and graduating with decent grades.
Who was your favorite teacher?
Everyone loved Mr. Blackman and Mr. Sincavage and so did I. They
were sarcastic, sardonic and funny. Plus, Mr. Blackman was cute, so that’s hard
to beat. I also liked Mrs.
Charters. Who didn’t? I
liked Miss Magod, my senior year English teacher. She was only there one year
before she got married and had to put up with Roddy Lent.
However, there was one teacher that very few people had or even
remember whom I really liked: Miss
Irene Gordon. She was my 11th grade
Spanish teacher. I can’t even find her in the year book. She always wore black and
white and everything she had was black and white, pens, car, EVERYTHING! Kids used to give her black and white tokens.
I did too. They got rid of
her really fast because she was a rabble rouser. I heard she wouldn’t do flag
salute in teachers’ room in the morning (that was the rumor). She didn’t
conform. One day in our class, she kind of expressed that she was an atheist and
I heard a wail from the seat behind me and the girl stood up, pointed a finger
at her and screamed that she was going to Hell. I went all the way through East End
with this girl and went to a really fun party at her house once. I knew that
she belonged to the Pioneer Girls, but I thought they just walked in the woods.
She was even quieter than me and Patty Williams. Who knew she was some kind of
deeply religious kid. I kind of calmed her down and class went on. I really
loved Miss Gordon because I knew she was a rebel. Who doesn’t like an
individualistic teacher like that?
What was your worst class?
I think, strangely enough, Mrs. Klerer’’s 11th grade English
class. She came from Greenwich Village and always made us sound like hicks and
she was so “artsy.” She seemed very stuck up.
It was the ONLY English class in which I got the grade of a 4! I’m sure
that that was because I disliked her and did as little work as possible. It
also didn’t help that I sat in front of Roddy Lent and he was always secretly
tormenting me in some way, like poking me with a pencil, although sometimes
that was good because I was falling asleep. Rod did jump out the window once:
end of the day. It was time to go home and he just exited through the window,
did a summersault on the ground and ran to a car. She hated him and I loved him
for making her angry and I didn’t have to get in any trouble. He did.
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Paris, 2016
Suzanne visiting the Père Lachaise Cemetery
at the tomb of French journalist Victor Noir |
What is your most powerful or haunting memory
during your years at NPHS?
Once I was in a car with my friend Marianne driving with some
football players from the class of 1968 after a game. Their testosterone was peaking and they saw a
guy from another team, alone, and they got out and beat the piss out of him so
badly that I think maybe even they were scared because they dragged him in the
car and sat him next to me and I got some blood on my clothes. Then they had a
discussion about what to do with him: dump him home, at the hospital or I
think, they dumped him in a wooded area, maybe near his home. That part is not
too clear to me, but I was scared to death with this half dead boy propped up
next to me in the back seat. They ignored us, like we weren’t there. I felt
like a scared little ghost.
How did growing up at a child of the 60s – and
all the social baggage and impact that it may have entailed – impact you at the
time and in your young adult years?
I was always fiercely independent and I
embraced the hippie, revolution, peace marching scene with all its cool music and
some of the drugs (I wasn’t a huge drug taker, but I had my share) with
enthusiasm. I went to Central Park, saw Abbie Hoffman and all the “Yippies” (I
still have my button), did the peace marches down 6th Ave. Hated the war and watching it on tv
EVERY night.
The Plainfield
riots affected me deeply, especially since the National Guard took
Susan Corus and me into protective custody after we had gone to see the now infamous
Jimi
Hendrix/Monkees concert in New York during the summer of 1967. The bus
driver made us get off on some lonely street in the West End of Plainfield and
we decided to walk to our respective homes when the National Guard found us and
took us to the police station and made us stay all night and we saw A LOT, and
as you can imagine, it was not pretty. I wrote a story about it because the
thrust of it was that I saw lives that were being led that were not like my
sheltered life. It really made me realize that there were other people in this
world who had different issues. Don’t forget; I’m only 16. I felt like a
ghost…a little white ghost.
