Amid the hustle and bustle of school life, we often neglect to honor one whose valuable contributions to our education should receive the highest of praises. With her help we learn not only to recognize good music and enjoy singing it, but also to realize its value to the advancement of civilization. It is to Mrs. Bailey, who combines her knowledge and love of music, with a keen mind and youthful spirit, that we, the Class of 1950, pay grateful and sincere tribute.
As we pause at this half century mark, we look back across the years to that June of 1900 when the 21 seniors of Gorham High School received their diplomas, as we, the Class of 1950, will soon be doing. In honor of this, the golden anniversary of their graduation, we dedicate this page. Several of these former students of Gorham High have achieved notable success in their various fields; and have all left a favorable impression on the world as they passed through. We sincerely hope that their example will enable us to do as well in the years that lie ahead of us.
The continual help and innumerable interests received through Principal Emeritus Charles C. Shaw have been greatly appreciated by the Class of 1952. Regular attendance at all high school activities, participation in many class benefits and a friendly, enthusiastic attitude toward all are among the things that make Mr. Shaw worthy of our tribute.
As we, the Class of '54, look back upon our four years at Gorham High School, we realize now more fully than before how much our parents have done for us. Their loyalty, devotion and sacrifices have made our graduation possible. Therefore, in full appreciation, we set aside this genuine tribute to those who mean so much to us - OUR PARENTS' CLUB.
We, the Class of 1955, pay tribute to two men who have given their utmost in service for the benefit of GHS and their unselfish and understanding guidance in all our school activities.
Mr. Burgess: Our memories of your guidance and enthusiastic leadership will always be with us as we strive for our goals.
Ms. Trethewey: Your cheerful and encouraging personality has added greatly in making our stay at GHS a memorable one.
Mr. Holden: To us you have given the first step to success - faith in ourselves and our fellow men.
We, the class of 1957, pay tribute to Mr. Holden and our Parents' Club. We have greatly appreciated their understanding guidance, generous efforts and unselfish interest in our school activities throughout the years.
We, the Class of 1958, pay tribute to you - Ms. Trethewey, Ms. McCauley, and Mr. Holden - in acknowledgement of your tireless work and willing cooperation with the students of Gorham High School. Your keen understanding of our school problems has won our sincere respect and admiration.
William Bradford Davis
"Billy"
Our Classmate
1941-1956
In order to carry out legislation proposed at the town meeting of 1956, a citizens' committee was appointed. Under the dynamic chairmanship of Mrs. Merle Brofee, this committee undertook the gigantic task of planning the replacement of the long outgrown facilities of the town high school. This committee, composed of people with varied backgrounds and interests, left their leisure and personal goals aside as they united forces in an effort to fill what they considered the town's greatest need. Many hours of planning, discussing, persuading and convincing resulted in achievement. Today Gorham High School is a modern building with up-to-date facilities, well on its way to being one of the first fully accredited high schools in the state.
We, the seniors of Gorham High School, gratefully pay tribute to the Gorham School Board and the Building and Planning Committee for giving so generously of themselves to provide us with the tools of education. We will try to prove worthy.
Coaching, teaching, belonging
1955-1960
Your delight was in giving. You shared with us your love of literature; you taught us the rules of the game of life. Our paths have crossed briefly but we have gained. You gave yourself...and that has made all the difference.
Since "Schola" was born in 1912, it has been minting memories that all graduating classes will never forget. The actions of past senior classes who have graduated from the old firehouse, the old high school, and the new GHS will ever live on the pages of all Scholas. Now with a new frontier ahead of us, the class of '62 salutes the 50th anniversary of the Schola.
We, the students of Gorham High School, should like to express our appreciation to Ms. Rutherford Hanson for her great devotion to the betterment of our education and character. Ms. Hanson, as head of the English Department, has introduced many new teaching methods. One of these improvements is the quarter-point credit system. She is presently trying to add a speed-reading course to the curriculum. Over a period of years, Ms. Hanson has served as class advisor four classes. Presently, she is advisor to the National Honor Society. In past years, she has also been advisor to the Future Teachers of America. Among her many honors, Ms. Hanson has received the Valley Forge Foundation medal for her outstanding teaching. Gorham High School is extremely proud to have this opportunity to pay tribute to such an esteemed member of its faculty.
Mark was our very special son and brother. It seems when you have a child you know will not live long, you want the most out of life for him. His time was quality time. He lived life to the fullest. He taught us the real meaning of love. He didn't waste his time feeling sorry for himself. He lived his life one day at a time. His faith in God was astounding. I'm sure his faith carried him through his trails with cystic fibrosis, to the end he was looking forward to seeing his God. One of the things Mark asked us to do was let the kids at school know he was a Christian, this was very important to him. Thank you Gorham High for being Mark's very special friend. I never once heard Mark speak ill of anyone at school. If Mark had been well and lived he would have wanted very much to serve his country. He had posters of the Army, Navy, and Coast Guard all over his room. We are still getting mail from the service. I'm sure Mark would have told his classmates, "don't waste time feeling sorry for yourself when you have trails in life." Mark, your time counted for something.
We dedicate our senior section to the friendship we had with our fellow classmate, Mark.
-The Senior Class of 1986
The Senior Section of the 1988 Schola is done in memory of Terry Duran in hopes that we may never forget her - as a fellow classmate or as a dear friend.
Loui Schwicker
Kevin developed leukemia in the fifth grade. He never liked to talk about it, although everyone knew. When he was in remission he attended school and went out with his friends.
During his last battle with leukemia I went to visit Kevin. When I arrived at the hospital he apologized and said he was too tired for visitors. I was disappointed but knew it must be tiring to go through the long treatments.
About a month later Kevin returned to school. He never seemed to feel well. His friends never thought there would be a time without Kevin. We all believed he would be here for our senior year; and for all time.
Yearbooks came out and Kevin, when asked to sign one, would reply "I'll sign it later, ok babe?." How do you say your final goodbye? When Kevin was released from the hospital this last time he knew he wouldn't live much longer. The chemotherapy hadn't worked this time. Kevin never said a word. There wasn't anything for him to say.
We broke for summer vacation believing that Kevin would return in the fall. One bright sunny day the call came: "Kevin is gone." I have never had to deal with death, so I offhandedly replied "Gone where?." The leukemia had won.
A small group of Kevin's friends gathered at a floral shop. My eyes began to water when we told the florist what we needed but no tears fell. The fact that he was dead still had not hit me.
That evening we got into our cars and drove to Lewiston for Kevin's wake. We gathered in the lobby waiting for who knows what. At last I got the nerve to walk up to the casket and look at Kevin. He looked very peaceful as if he were sleeping, although I knew he wasn't. I turned and ran out of the room. I went outside for a breath of fresh air. Many of Kevin's friends stood in the parking lot. No one wanted to discuss what was going on.
I went in to say my final goodbye to Kevin. I knelt before the casket and said a prayer. As I looked up it seemed to me as if Kevin were made of plastic. I then realized this was no longer Kevin. He was in Heaven with God. I rose and went outside. I never cried once that whole day.
Later, I sat in my room thinking of my upcoming senior year. Finally it hit me Kevin would not be returning in the fall with the rest of us. I sat there thinking of all the time I had spent with Kevin. Before I knew it I was crying. I then realized those times were over and I must let go of him.
Ms. Hannigan, the advisor to the Class of 1993, did an extraordinary job this past year. On behalf of the Senior Class, thank you for all the dedication and hard work you have done for us.
Mr. Willett has not only been an advisor to the class of 1994, but also a friend to all who have known him. Mr. Willett's sense of humor and smile have been an encouragement to everyone. On behalf of the Senior Class, thank you for all of the time and hard work that you have done for us.
Many people didn't know Rob well and many never got a chance to know him at all. Fortunately, I was one of the few who was able to. When Rob first moved here, he was immediately accepted and well-liked by everyone. He was the nicest guy you could ever hope to meet and no one ever had anything bad to say about him. Unfortunately he wasn't fully aware of all the people who loved and cared about him. The one person he touched most deeply was his girlfriend, Monique Gaudet, who has suffered a greater loss than all. She knew a side of Rob that no one else did, and because of the sudden end to his life, no one else will. We are all very sorry about what happened and I am sure everyone will miss him a lot. Even though he is gone from the earth now, his memory will always live on in our hearts.
We love you, Rob
Love, your friends at GHS
Dear Mr. Clark,
Since the day I was a freshman in high school, you were always there checking in, making sure everything was going well. Then at the beginning of the year, for some reason, I realized you were not here. Well, it definitely hasn't been the same without you, especially in math...Sometimes you and I both didn't get it, but you never gave up, and you made sure that in the end everything was good. Well, now I have decided to check up on you and hoping that in this case, everything will end up good as well. And yet, here we are once again, not knowing why things worked out the way they did and not having an answer, but don't give up. There are so many more things to learn in life than what's inside a book. I find that the biggest lessons in life are in life itself. You were a teacher to us all in both these cases.
I find myself always asking how math is going to help me when I get out of school. Well, I've thought about it and decided that unfortunately life is like one big math test. It's hard, you can't get away with cheating, sometimes you make mistakes you can't erase, it is full of problems and riddles that have yet to be solved. It doesn't always provide the answers to your questions, and it is possible to fail. But, I reluctantly admit that there are benefits to it as well. For example, you can always use trial and error when making your decisions. The number two is even better, because when you've made mistakes you can't erase, you always get a second chance. You can review and revise the things you already know to help solve problems. You can always ask for help on questions in order to find the answers, but sometimes it is hard when there is more than one answer to choose from. And yes, it could be all a trick question.
When you are stuck you can always go back to the basics. Multiply love by a thousand, divide hate by itself, add love and kindness, and always subtract the negative from the positive. As bad as you may be at all of this, if you try and practice hard, then success is one of the probabilities. No, we all can't get straight A's, but hopefully with the help of people like you we can get something out of it, walk away with a better level of understanding than before, and finish with a good report. There are a number of things that you have helped me with; I can't count them all on one hand. Calculators don't always work while you're trying to count your blessings. So all in all, I would just like to say thank you for not only being my school teacher, but also teaching me lifelong lessons along the way. Many years from now I will look back on my notes and recall all the things you did for me. I will remember what a great, thoughtful, and dedicated teacher you really were. It will take us all a little time to move on to the next point, but I want you to know that you will be on my mind and in my heart each step of the way. Thank you once again for everything you have taught me.
With much love and great thanks, CC Frick
Mr. Bennett taught us all a valuable lesson about the human condition. He taught us that even though we live in a world where microscopic organisms can take the life of a strong human being in a year's time, we should continue to live life with purpose and dedication. He taught us that regardless of what life throws our way, we should continue to fulfill our obligations to the people around us. Most of all, Mr. Bennett taught us the importance of courage and fortitude. For these lessons, and his math lessons, we have all been enriched for the rest of our lives.
-John Drisko
The big cheese, it just fits! If you have ever known someone who loves following trends, crowds or directions Lauren Hawkes is the complete opposite. Her smile could brighten the worst of days, and her laughter was as contagious as yawns. Whether you were a classmate, a friend, or an acquaintance, she probably touched your life in some way. She had no problem with speaking her mind or just being a complete fool in front of anyone. If you ever wanted an honest answer or you just needed a good laugh, Lauren was the right person to go to. She was always the life of any party. Lauren was the type of kid that didn't let anything bring her down; it was her way or the highway. Many of us lived our lives revolving around her, whether she wanted the attention or not. She lived her life without a care in the world until she was diagnosed with leukemia.
Through her three year battle with cancer she remained positive. She could always bring a laugh into her sterile, white hospital room with her stories of evil nurses and rogue doctors. She brought smiles to the entire hospital as she walked down the hall with her IV pole in one hand and a string of ducks in the other. Nobody would bother asking, that was just Lauren. Her time with us here on Earth came to an end on July 21, 2003. We would like everyone to remember Lauren as the girl that could make any room brighter, the one that could get a laugh out of every awkward situation, the one that taught us all to live life to the fullest because you never know how your hand could be dealt.
"Life is like pudding: all mushy, but yummy." - Lauren Elizabeth Hawkes
May your smile in Heaven shine as brightly as it did here on Earth.
Brandi Coleman was born on July 31, 1989 to Charles and Gail Coleman. She has an older brother, Marcario who is currently in the Marines, a younger sister, Dezi Coleman, a sophomore at our high school, and a younger brother, Charlie, who is in eighth grade at our middle school. She was training to get her black belt at Fournier's Karate School. The black belt was presented to her family after the accident. She was also in the public safety class at Westbrook Regional Vocational Center. She had such a big heart and loved everyone that she met. She loved to be outside, go skating, to be with her friends from Westbrook, and she always had a huge smile on her face. You always knew when she walked into a room because her smile would light it up. She was a best friend to everyone and will forever be greatly missed and loved by many.
Nick Townsend loved music, Chinese food, tea, and red bandanas. It didn't take much to realize this kid was special. He didn't stick out in a crowd...mostly because he wasn't the tallest kid in the class. You wouldn't see him at lunch with a crowd of people, he would rather take his lunch and eat with his favorite teacher, Mr. Howard. He could take any hard situation and make it seem like it was nothing. We didn't get to spend as much time with him as we wanted, but we can take the times we did spend with him and make them last. RIP Nick, you will be forever missed.
The saying goes that "the optimist sees the roses and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns oblivious of the rose." Timothy Stickney was an optimist's dream. Instead of seeing a single rose he saw bushels and gardens full of roses. Being upbeat wasn't just a hobby for my brother, it was a full blown occupation. Often I would wake up early, grouchy and tired and there he would be, happily watching part of his favorite movie, his wide toothy grin splayed across his face. He was always eager to start the day, seeing it as his own adventure. My brother had a love for many things, one of which was school, and there was no better community for Tim than Gorham High School. I've heard horror stories about bullying at other schools, and when he first joined me as a student I was worried that not all our classmates would be accepting. Eleven years of education have long since put these fears to rest. The entire town of Gorham has always been extremely accepting and welcoming of my brother. Despite his autism, he led a normal and happy life. He had friends inside of his classes at school, but he also had many friends outside. One of the most refreshing things I enjoyed about my brother was how quickly he made his friends.
There were so many different facets to my brother it's hard to describe them all in a few simple paragraph. He loved classic Disney movies, Jimmy Neutron, and computer games. He could skate circles around me on the ice, and if it were possible to survive on a diet of only French fries and chocolate ice cream he would have done it gladly. I don't know if I'll ever be able to paint a perfect picture of him, or instill his essence in the strangers I meet. I don't know if I will ever be able to describe the joy he brought into my life, or the fun we had together. I don't know if words can ever be that strong. However, I know I'll keep trying. My brother's time on this earth ended sooner than any of us wanted, and it is a tragedy that has rocked my world these past few months. To me Timothy was more than my brother, he was one of my best friends. It is painful when I think about not seeing him in the upcoming years, but I know that he will never truly leave me. His memory and his spirit will stay with me as I make my way through life. I love you buddy, you will always be in my thoughts and prayers.
Although Mrs. York was at Gorham High for less than 2 years, she made a difference. Most of her time here she was not only teaching, but courageously fighting cancer. Even though she had to miss school for medical treatments, she was always thinking about her students. Often when she was at school she was not feeling well, but still she did a terrific job and maintained an upbeat attitude toward her students.
In her brief time here as a staff member she volunteered her services regularly. She joined the math curriculum committee, offered to speak at the Parents' Nights and attended the eighth grade transition meetings. She worked on establishing PLATO as our credit recovery system for math courses, and created assessments for our new standards-based reporting system. If there was work to be done, she was first to volunteer.
From the students' perspective, she was caring and consistent. With high expectations for all of her students, she always did her best to help them learn mathematics and to wind their way through life's lessons. She enjoyed her students and wanted them all to shine. She was willing to give one to one assistance to anyone who was struggling with math concepts and time to anyone who needed to talk. She stepped into an advisory group and brought them together like few others. They took turns bringing in snacks and played games, and they actually made t-shirts touting their pride to be in her group.
Prior to arriving here, Mrs. York had worked at Gorham Middle School, and for years before she had taught in Millinocket. She was a three-sport athlete in high school and showed us her stuff at the faculty game during a pep rally just months before we lost her. She projected good health, exercised and did all of the right things to stay well. She adored her family - her husband Andy, a police officer in Westbrook, and her two sons Drew and Alex. Family time meant the world to all of them and their love for each other was palpable.
Those who were lucky enough to know Dawn York will not forget her. We are painting a mural in the math hallway to remind us of her love for mathematics and teaching. Also the Dawn York Memorial Scholarship is in place to reward a student who lives by our school's five guiding principles for an ethical and involved school citizen. Dawn York lived and breathed respect, honesty, courage, compassion and responsibility. We all wish she could still be here so we could thank her for all that she gave us.
-Susan McCarthy
Stephen...
A young man who loved life. He loved snowboarding, sports, the beach, his friends and family. His real passion was riding his dirtbike and just being outside. He had a great sense of humor and his laugh was contagious. His smile was bright. Stephen was fortunate that on his journey he accomplished many things and through the challenges he faced he never gave up. He would be proud to be with all of you at graduation to continue into his adult journey. Love and live in the moment...that is how he lived, never looking ahead or looking back. Just one day at a time to do the things he loved the most. He is in the hands of God but he will be with you at this special time. He was lucky to have all of the class of 2012 in his life.
Branden Denis was a silent, yet effective leader on and off the field. On the field, you knew that you could trust Branden to play smart, effective, and make the opposition fear him. In the weight room, he was always that one teammate, who wanted to help everyone around him succeed and work hard. By challenging myself and many other teammates on our team to try and outlift what he was lifting, he always had his mind on competition. If anyone on the team was struggling through a practice, or having a rough game, Branden would always be the first teammate to go confront them, and encourage them, and motivate them to work and play hard. You could tell Branden anything, because you could trust him. He was a great teammate, and an even better man. The teammate who I, and many other players on our team looked up to, now watches down upon us and protects us. - Rob Pellerin
I will always remember you as a great friend and teammate. You were the hardest worker and I will always cherish the moments we had. You'll always be with us. - Stephen Burns
Branden was cool, calm, collected, no matter what. Even through the toughest I could depend on his word, because with his word I got the actions. - Banza Mutombo
Words can't really describe how sad and broken I feel with you gone. You were the person I looked up to. You were one of the strongest people I've played with, yet you had such a fun and relaxed personality. Everyday I think about you and it still hurts. I remember senior night, the last time I saw you. You weren't able to play because you were recovering from getting your wisdom teeth out. Minutes before the game started you came up to me and told me that this was the night. The night the entire team, the entire school had been waiting for. You kept my head on straight when I was getting frustrated. Finally, we won. The happiest moment of my life. You came up to me, hugged me, and said "I told you this was the night." At the end of the night I remember the very last thing I said to you. A simple sentence. "I'll see you Monday." Little did I know that it would be the last thing I'd ever say to you. You are Superman. I know you're up above protecting us all. One day the team will be together again, and when we are, I feel sorry for whoever gets in our way. Fly high. Rest easy, Branden. You'll always be missed.
Forever your brother, Trevor Nelson
Pooch has been my mentor for many years now. He taught me about Gorham when I came here 7 years ago, about laws and law enforcement, but most importantly, he gave me permission to be the type of principal I wanted to be.
You see, as a classroom teacher for many years, I made building positive, enduring relationships with my students and their families my highest priority. When I decided to go into administration, I worried that I wouldn't be able to maintain the relationship-based approach that made me a successful teacher.
As I worked with Pooch and saw how he, as a uniformed police officer, expertly built relationships, maintained relationships, and used his relationships to guide young people, I realized two things:
I could be the principal I wanted to be, and
Pooch and I were a great team.
Over the years, Pooch and I developed an incredibly strong friendship. Just as he did for so many of you, he helped me feel confident and believe in myself.
A GHS staff member told me that she thought she was Pooch's favorite. I was a little taken aback, because, honestly, I thought I was Pooch's favorite. As I read through dozens of Facebook posts about Pooch, I realized that all of you think you are Pooch's favorite.
The truth is that he loved us all...we were all his favorite. It is one of the many things that made him so special: his heart was so big that he could love all of us, take care of all of us, make all of us feel safe, make all of us feel like we were his favorite.
Pooch, thank you for teaching us to believe in the power of relationships. Looking at all the people who came here this morning to celebrate your life, no one could ever doubt that you made relationships the cornerstone of your life.
Thank you for showing us, that it is not only possible, but that it is good to love and to dedicate our lives to community. You have dedicated your entire life to loving and giving to the community of Gorham. Seeing the outpouring of love for you and what you've done over the course of your life gives us all something to aspire to.
Your life's work inspires me as I believe it does for the entire community of Gorham.
Thank you, Pooch.
-Brian Jandreau
Darrin Hart graced GHS with his presence for 13 years. Morning routine brought him in early and he'd immediately commence with brewing coffee and making popcorn, filling the hallways with the homey scent that students and staff began their day with. At the heart of every home is conversation and Darrin could always be found in the middle of it. He loved to talk about history, the Red Sox, music, or movies, especially Wes Anderson films and his all time favorite, It's a Wonderful Life. As easily as he talked, though, he also had an ear for listening. His warmth and kindness drew in all who crossed his path, but especially those who were searching for a comfortable and accepting place to simply be who they were, with no judgment or worry about fitting into any particular mold. Darrin had a way of shining a light on the best that a person had to offer. He'd celebrate a victory, soften a defeat and be right there the next day to walk whichever path lay ahead with anyone who needed a friend to travel it with. Though he enjoyed a bit of lighthearted teasing, which was completely worth enduring in order to watch his face explode in laughter, he was equally as quick to seek help for a student or staff member he was concerned about.
Darrin was almost always in motion, coffee cup in hand, Sox cap on his head. He'd travel the halls to every corner of the building, gracing all he passed with a quick nod, warm smile and hearty hello. His booming voice and strong Boston accent echoed as he passed, leaving smiles and laughter in his wake. His warm presence was such a steadfast gift that it became part of the fabric of our day at GHS. Darrin hailed from Arlington, MA, was a veteran of the US Army, graduated as a history major Summa Cum Laude from UMass Boston and spoke three languages, including Portuguese and German. In addition to his constant presence in the CBE room at GHS, he also devoted a good deal of his time outside of school to working with children with special needs.
It's a difficult task to capture the depth of the impact that Mr. Hart affected on the GHS community. Though much of his work was completed in the midst of single students or small groups of teens at any given moment, the sum total of his impact stretches beyond the classrooms and halls of GHS. It is said that a simple act of caring creates an endless ripple. If that is true, Mr. Hart's legacy of kindness generated swells of goodness that will live on in the hearts of those whose lives were forever changed by his compassion. His gift will be passed on to future generations of students and staff searching to discover their most authentic selves and the gifts they bring to the world.
-Deborah Gaudette
Ms. Carroll was an amazing person, who was always thoughtful and caring. She helped me through bad times, and were it not for her, I would not have graduated high school. I will never forget her.
-Jeremy D
I remembered her chocolate band-aids and how they really helped.
-Anonymous
She helped me stay focused on my work. She really cared about me.
-Gigi B
She was always there to brighten my days, during what felt like the darkest hours of my life. I will never forget how much she meant to me and my brother.
-Emily D
I was always happy around her and she made me feel better. I will remember how much she loved her ducks and her students.
-Adrienne B
She always knew how to help even when you felt you were lost. She knew how to work with struggling students. She truly had a kind soul that you didn’t find often.
-Angela S
Rest in peace to our 2019 GHS Alumni
HENRY O'NEILL
My family has been dear friends with Henry and the entire O'Neill family for well over a decade, stemming back to the old GYSA and youth basketball days. Henry was a dear and loyal friend to my son, Tom, for as long as I can remember. What I loved about Henry the most was the fact that he was the best and loudest cheerleader for his friends, his teammates, and those he held closest to his heart. Henry was a fixture at almost every athletic event at Gorham High School and his passion and loyalty for this school were apparent. If you didn't know him well, you may say that he was quiet and shy, but beneath that surface, there was a talented, kind, and unique individual who knew how to enjoy life. I will always hold Henry and his family very close to my heart.
-Neile Nelson
JACOB DUPUIS
I have had the pleasure of being dear family friends with the Dupuis family since Jake and my son, Tom were three years old. Since the day I met him, Jake was as bright as he was personable. Always with a smile on his face, Jake had a joie di vivre that I simply can't explain. He was larger than life, smarter than most, always up for an adventure; usually planning the next adventure before the current one was even completed. Jake loved his friends fiercely and absolutely treasured his family and the adventures they shared together. He lived his life with an excitement and an appreciation for the finer things. I will forever hold Jake and his entire family close to my heart.
-Neile Nelson
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Brady was a remarkable student, yearbook leader and friend whose light brightened every corner of our community. He had a quiet way of making the world a better place, through his warm smile, his thoughtful gestures, and steady presence.
As a student, Brady was thoughtful and brave. Even on days when he wasn't feeling his best, he showed up for others. He had a way of bringing joy into the simplest things, whether it was asking for the latest pictures of my golden retriever or insisting on playing musical theater songs, no matter the mood. That was Brady - finding happiness and sharing it.
For the past two years, Brady led our yearbook team with that same kindness and enthusiasm. He was so proud to be part of something that brought people together and showed off what made Gorham special. Brady truly loved this school and everyone in it. His pride and school spirit were contagious, and he inspired everyone else to care just a little more, too.
Brady showed us how to live with kindness and courage, even in tough times. He taught us to be gentle with ourselves and with others, to find joy in small moments, and to celebrate what makes each of us special. Though he's no longer with us, his spirit will always live on in the memories we share and the lessons he left behind.
We'll miss you, Brady. Thank you for everything you gave us.
Mrs. Jessica Nutting and the yearbook team