Education

St. Pat’s Students Enjoy Tea with Seniors

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YORKTOWN, N.Y. - The St. Patrick’s School fifth-grade class hosted the 35th annual Senior Tea on Wednesday, Oct. 14. The event welcomed more than 150 seniors from a variety of neighborhoods and senior facilities, such as Jefferson Village, Beaver Ridge, Drum Hill Residence and Yorktown Senior Center. The students also wrote stories about their “Golden Guests” who would be enjoying the tea, such as grandparents, relatives and neighbors. 

“All of our guests were so delighted to be around the smiling faces and wonderful service of our students as they enjoyed baked goods and refreshments,” said Regina Murdock of St. Patrick’s School. “The children were so happy to be a part of this fine, long standing tradition at St. Patrick’s School. We look forward to many of the seniors coming back next year!”

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