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Volume 2 Number 5
Diane Burke McGinn 1960, L.I
Dorothea Keegan Mollberg 1960, Fl
Tom Manaskie 1960, L.I.
Denis Rossi 1953
Suzanne Garrett Cullen 1956, L.I.
Belated birthday greetings to Tony and Eileen
(Walter) Toscano who share a January 2nd birthday.
34th Anniversary wishes to Eileen
(Casale) and Jim Mahan, Nevada
Frank and Jesse James committed
the first daytime bank robbery on Feb. 14, 1866
The celebration of Valentine's
Day started in the time of the Roman Empire.
Americans send an estimated 900 million Valentine's
Day cards each year.
The amethyst, February's designated birthstone,
is the symbol of sincerity. This gem was said
to be a favorite of both Cleopatra and St. Valentine.
A Note from Linda
Where Have You Gone Dottie Brooks,
by Bob Casale
A Note from Linda
To everyone that sent well-wishes, many, many thanks
- it was greatly appreciated.
To Pat and Bob, a great job the past few months and
thanks for taking up my slack.
Now that the rotator cuff is on the mend hopefully
I can give up the dinky exercises that I have been doing
and go for the burn again. The Orthopedic Doc made me
feel that it was not a ladylike thing to have happen
to someone my age. He said, "Geez, who do you pitch
for? Never saw anyone your age do this, much less a
woman". I said to him, "Listen here, until
you've seen me pitch you can't say that". We cleared
the air after that and got along just fine. I hate people
under 35, or maybe he was 12 he looked so darn young.
Do you remember the Big Duck in Flanders? He is now
becoming landmark status and now has a gift shop in
his belly. When I was in Sag Harbor last week I found
out that he was built in 1931 on a duck farm in Riverhead.
He was moved to Rt 24 in Flanders in 1936 and used as
a (what else) poultry store. Thought he looked pretty
good for a 72 year old, 20 foot concrete Duck.
Towns that we drove thru on the way to Sag Harbor were
towns that I remember as just Pine Barrens. Well they
are building Castle Wannabees all over the place and
lots of strip malls, never saw so many car dealerships
in my life. Never thought when I was a kid that I would
be able to drive out there and in one day be able to
buy a car, get Indian or Chinese Takeout and a Tatoo
all at once. Isn't progress grand! Have to figure out
on my next trip out there what kind of Tatoo I should
get. Probably a baseball & bat - that should really
shake the Doc up.
Signing Off - Spitball Linda
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Hi, I am Janice Breeden Manaskie ( Class of 62)
and my husband Tom Manaskie graduated in 1960. Thanks
for listing me for the newletter, never knew it
existed. Tom and I didn't attend the "big reunion"
although we still live in Hicksville. Many we talked
to told us it was more of the classes of the late
60's and 70's.
My husband coaches at good old HHS, has been for
over 20 years. Girls Soccer and Softball. Mr. M
as he is known is being honored by the HHS Booster
Club at the Milleridge this Feb 23 as the "Coach
of the Year". Would love to have this in the
newsletter so some of his old classmates can know
Thanks again and let me know if I can help in any
way with the newletter.
Ken Strafer, class of 1962, has recently been promoted
to Vice President and Director of the Washington
Office for E-Prime Aerospace Corp. This keeps him
traveling between the Kennedy Space Center in Florida
and Washington, D.C. at least every other week.
Ken also wrote:
By the way, just for the book, my brother Raymond
graduated in or about '67
timeframe and he is today V.P. for Personnel of
LIRR. My youngest, William, (can't call him kid
brother anymore) who graduated in or about '70 is
a senior engineer on the line (Hmmm, family business?).
Dear Pat, Linda and Bob...
I am happy to announce that my husband, James Cameron
Mahan, was confirmed by the United States Senate
early this morning and is now Federal Court Judge
James C. Mahan, Nevada District. He is moving into
his chambers over the weekend and will be begin
administering his new duties on Monday. Naturally,
we are excited and I just wanted to share this news
with all my friends from Hicksville and especially
the class of 1959 at Hicksville High School.
Jim was a District Court Judge in Nevada and will
step down. His appointment as Federal Judge was
announced by the White House several months ago,
but his confirmation was not completed prior to
the Christmas recess. President George Bush was
a little disappointed that the confirmation was
Thanks and keep up the good work. We love the newsletter.
Regards from Las Vegas
Eileen Casale Mahan 1959
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CLASS OF 1962
Dear Pat, Linda and Bob,
One of my classmates forwarded me the newsletter
and it was great to read! I'm Joe Carfora, president
of the Class of '62. We are planning our 40th Reunion
on August 10, 2002 at the Imperial Manor in Bethpage,
beginning at 7 p.m. Thanks to Marcy (Lipschutz)
Seus, Karen (Hubner) Jenkins and Janice (Breeden)
Manaskie, our reunion planning is nearing completion
and it sounds like we'll have a great weekend in
store for all who attend. I live in Michigan these
days and have been doing all I can via email, which
is a great tool.
We've been using classmates.com so far to get the
word out. They have over 200 of our class listed
out of 510, not bad. Plus, there are literally thousands
listed from all HHS classes on the site. If a person
is listed, you can email them individually, plus
we've posted our reunion to their bulletin board.
We will have a mailing going out soon as well.
I certainly would be pleased if you could post The
Class of '62 Reunion on your next newsletter and
also please put me on the HICKSVILLE NEWSLETTER
distribution list. I'd love to continue receiving
So far, we have roughly 35 confirmed attendees (not
counting spouses or significant others) through
our first posting on classmates.com and we haven't
even done our mailing yet, so we are encouraged.
Our committee thought a reunion of just our class
would bring a good turnout, as did our 25th in 1987.
I will canvas the committee about opening up invitations
to at least the Classes of '61 and '63 to capture
classmates from just before and just after our class.
Class of 1962
29761 Harrow Drive
Farmington Hills, MI 48331-1965
Roy Garman ROYNNAN@aol.com
Dana Hayden Jackson firstname.lastname@example.org
Janice Breeden Manaskie jmanTgm@aol.com
John Grillo email@example.com
Karen Hubner Jenkins firstname.lastname@example.org
Marcy Lipschutz Seus MommaSeus@cs.com
Sue Hodges Mruz email@example.com
Steve Smith firstname.lastname@example.org
CLASS OF 1957
I've been communicating with some of the class of
'57 members and we're toying with the idea of a
reunion. I've managed to locate quite a few people
and I have a list of names and addresses from our
last one in '87. Many more of them are listed on
Classmates.com and will be easy to contact. What
I'd like you to do is put out a feeler in the next
Newsletter to see if anyone knows of the whereabouts
of '57 class members and if any readers are '57
graduates and are interested in attending a reunion
this year. Any responses can be sent to me by e-mail
(Editor's Note: Since this was written, we have
received word that Phil has been sick. We wish him
a speedy recovery. As of 1/26, Phil is home from
the hospital and doing well.)
CLASS OF 1952
"I am living in Atlanta, GA for the past 30
years. Retired, married, and have 3 children and
2-step children. We are trying to get up a reunion
for either the 3rd weekend or the 1st weekend in
Oct. We have located about 10 or 12 people so far
around the country that are interested. If anyone
from '52 that reads your newsletter is interested
they can contact me at: Nick34@mindspring.com
Norm Nichols, HHS Class of 1952"
The response to that offhand remark to having a
multi year reunion in Florida has brought a lot
of positive comments and questions. Does anyone
want to tackle the job of getting such a reunion
off the ground? This newsletter will be happy to
do whatever it can to get out the word. If you live
in Florida, please send us your name and address
and we will get it to the committee.
That's what you call positive thinking!
Class of 1956
Jack DeVaul sent some pictures of the reunion held
in November 2001. You can view the pictures at http://photos.yahoo.com/grandmagadget
Regretfully, we did not receive the names of
the people in the pictures in time for this newsletter.
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From Bob Casale
My photopoint.com website is gone, probably never
to return. The carrier pulled the plug back in December
and never gave an indication that the site would
become available again. Another site was located
that explained the facts...regarding photopoint...they
will make every effort to "try" to return
the photos submitted, but will not, ever, be back
I spent hours building an inventory of photos for
everyone to enjoy. Much time was spent organizing
various albums and importing and exporting into
the more than 20 different albums that were established...all
gone. I can accept the fact that I spend several
$, too, and they are not making any restitutions.
I intended to continue building the albums, especially
the Hicksville High School albums, to the point
of including hundreds of pictures. I have to start
over. What a bummer!
The only fortunate thing is that I have back up
photos...a lot of people were using photopoint for
storage and their precious pictures will be lost
forever in space...
Last month eleven newsletters were undeliverable
because of the changes in such ISP's as @home.net,
excite.com, att.net and a few others. If you know
of anyone who has not received their newsletter
and would like to continue, please tell them to
send a change of address to email@example.com.
Don't forget to send us your month and day of birth,
if you would like to be included in our birthdays
of the month list.
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Where Have You Gone Dottie Brooks, by Bob Casale
Where Have You Gone, Dottie Brooks
"Puppy Love," playing on the radio, was echoing
throughout the house. The words of this now classic
Paul Anka tune said it all and rekindled the pangs of
love that tore at my heart when I was 13. Should one
classify it as strange, at age 59, that a particular
memory of someone whose mere presence awakened you to
new sensations should enter the picture. Strange only
if you think memories are meaningless. The song continued,
"And they called it puppy love, Oh, I guess they'll
never know, how a young heart really feels, and why
I love her so."
Dottie Brooks lived a few doors down the street from
me on Berry Lane. The first time I saw her is etched
in my mind because she was walking past my house just
as I was exiting the front door. I had been to the main
office of the new high school, on Division Avenue, the
day before and was told to board a school bus on the
corner of Memory and Spindle. This would be my first
day with new friends. It's important, too, to make a
good first impression.
I knew where to go, so just walked at a comfortable
pace a few steps behind the girl with golden hair. There
were a few people gathered on the corner at the bus
stop talking amongst themselves. When Dottie arrived,
all eyes fell on her and a new guy stumbling onto the
scene. I didn't actually stumble, but, in my effort
to remain anonymous, sorta tripped over my own feet.
Now that's what you call a grand entrance. I hope people
remember me as the graceful sprinter and not the klutz
I appeared to be. My face was tinged with red and I
caught a glimpse of Dottie smiling. That was the first
time she noticed me! The guy I almost knocked over was
Bobby Gillette and he was not only kind enough to catch
me before I hit the ground, he also allowed me to sit
with him on the trip to the high school.
Many weeks went by. In the morning, I would wait at
the window looking up the block watching for Dottie
to leave her house. The first several times I walked
in front of her...then behind...then it happened. With
deliberate precision, I timed our meeting outside my
"Do you mind if I walk with you," I asked?
"Not at all," was her response while displaying
a whisper of a smile.
This would go on throughout the winter months of 1955
into 1956. We would walk and talk for a few blocks to
the bus stop, then she would meet with her friends.
I would see her in school occasionally and she would
acknowledge seeing me. There were several times when
I was doing chores around the house when she passed
by with friends. We would chat for a few minutes, then
she would be gone.
Spring arrived and I became heavily involved with track.
Classified as a junior high school student, and attending
the new high school, I had to go across Jerusalem Avenue
for practice with the other junior high students. This
meant I would not be taking the bus home from school
and would not see Dottie in the afternoon. It was a
tremendous sacrifice and the real first test of my growth
years and new found responsibility.
Suddenly, track was over and school was out for the
summer. I wasn't devastated because Dottie lived a few
doors away and there would be plenty of opportunity
to see her. That was not to be.
A few weeks into summer vacation, I stopped back at
my house for lunch. The first to know there is a change
in the way you do things is your Mom. Mom's have a special
sense that knows something is different. Maybe it was
because I was dotting all my "I's" (no pun
intended) and crossing all my "T's" or showering
3 times a day. She had this smirky smile on her face
and was holding an envelope and shaking it and sorta
listening to see if there was something inside.
"The mailman dropped this off this morning, but
knocked on the door before he left the envelope. Wanted
to know if there was a Bob Casale at this address. I
told him yes."
She handed me an envelope with my name on it. There
was no return address, so I just ripped it open and
read the invitation...
"You Are Cordially Invited To Attend A Party At
The Home Of Joan Sabatella," for sometime in July.
What a great thing. And I can remember seeing Joan and
Dottie talking at school quite often, so, I imagined
that Dottie would get an invitation, too.
Mom was smiling when I explained what was going on.
She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and went about
her business. There was a note to RSVP with a phone
number. I called. YES!!! Dottie would be there. My little
heart was pounding in anticipation. How would I possible
survive the next several weeks waiting for the party
At the time, I think Robbie McCotter was dating Joan
Sabatella. He's not sure because I asked him that question.
He doesn't remember the party, either...but I do, vividly.
Who else would be there?? Dottie, Dottie and Dottie.
That's all that mattered. I arrived a little early and
waited patiently for others to arrive. A few gals and
a couple of guys showed up and little groups started
to form...girls on one side....guys on the other side,
near the food. I remember lights and balloons and the
beautiful Saturday night with a starlit sky. What a
perfect setting. There she was, coming through the door,
her face radiant in the dim light, her hair reflecting
the colors of the rainbow. She walked straight toward
the cluster of girls standing nearby the victrola.
I don't remember the songs that were playing. I was
mummified, standing there, and then my record started
to play. I walked over to Dottie and asked if she wanted
to dance with me.
"Sure, Bob," was her reply. "Excuse me
There we were, in Joan Sabatella's back yard, in the
summer of 1956, on a beautiful Saturday night, dancing
to My Prayer by the Platters. What I remember most is
the silence. I don't think we exchanged more than a
few words while we danced. Toward the end of the song,
Dottie told me that her family was moving to Deer Park
on Monday and tomorrow would be her last day living
in the house on Berry Lane!!!
Where have you gone, Dottie Brooks???
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Subject: Stuff... rated PG13
Thanks to June Olsen Cullen, class of 1958 for this
Here's some "old" time humor from the original
TV Hollywood Squares show. These are from the days when
game show responses were spontaneous and not scripted
like they are now.
Q: If you're going to make a parachute jump, you should
be at least how high?
A: Charley Weaver: Three days of steady drinking should
Q: True or false... a pea can last as long as 5,000
A: George Gobel: Boy it sure seems that way sometimes...
Q: You've been having trouble going to sleep. Are you
probably a man or a woman?
A: Don Knotts: That's what's been keeping me awake.
Q: According to Cosmo, if you meet a stranger at party
and you think he's really attractive, is it okay to
come out directly and ask him if he's married?
A: Rose Marie: No, wait until morning.
Q: Which of your five senses tends to diminish, as
you get older?
A: Charley Weaver: My sense of decency.
Q: In Hawaiian, does it take more than three words
to say "I love you"?
A: Vincent Price: No, you can say it with a pineapple
and a twenty.
Q: What are "Do It," "I Can Help"
and "Can't Get Enough"?
A: George Gobel: I don't know but it's coming from the
Q: As you grow older, do you tend to gesture more or
less with your hands while you are talking?
A: Rose Marie: You ask me one more growing older question,
Peter ... and I'll give you a gesture you'll never forget!
Q: Paul, why do Hell's Angels wear leather?
A: Paul Lynde: Because chiffon wrinkles too easily.
Q: Charley, you've just decided to grow strawberries.
Are you going to get any during your first year?
A: Charley Weaver: Of course not, Peter. I'm too busy
Q: In bowling, what's a perfect score?
A: Rose Marie: Ralph, the pin boy.
Q: It is considered in bad taste to discuss two subjects
at nudist camps. One is politics. What is the other?
A: Paul Lynde: Tape measures.
Q: During a tornado, are you safer in the bedroom or
in the closet?
A: Rose Marie: Unfortunately, Peter, I'm always safe
in the bedroom.
Q: Can boys join the Camp Fire Girls?
A: Marty Allen: Only after lights out.
Q: When you pat a dog on its head he will usually wag
his tail. What will a goose do?
A: Paul Lynde: Make him bark.
Q: If you were pregnant for two years, what would you
give birth to?
A: Paul Lynde: Whatever it is, it would never be afraid
of the dark.
Q: According to Ann Landers, is there anything wrong
with getting into the habit of kissing a lot of people?
A: Charley Weaver: It got me out of the army!
Q: Is it possible for the puppies in a litter to have
more than one daddy?
A: Paul Lynde: Why, that bitch!
Q: While visiting China, your tour guide starts shouting
"Poo! Poo! Poo!" What does that mean?
A: George Goebel: Cattle crossing.
Q: It is the most abused and neglected part of your
body - what is it?
A: Paul Lynde: Mine may be abused but it certainly isn't
Q: Charley, what do you call a pig that weighs more
than 150 pounds?
A: Charley Weaver: A divorcee.
Q: Back in the old days, when Great Grandpa put horseradish
on his head, what was he trying to do?
A: George Gobel: Get it in his mouth.
Q: Dennis Weaver, Debbie Reynolds, and Shelley Winters
star in the movie "What's The Matter With Helen?"
Who plays Helen?
A: Charley Weaver: Dennis Weaver - that's why they asked
Q: Who stays pregnant for a longer period of time,
your wife or your elephant?
A: Paul Lynde: Who told you about my elephant?
Q. When couples have a baby, who is responsible for
A: Charley Weaver: I'll lend him the car. The rest is
up to him.
Q: James Stewart did it over twenty years ago when
he was forty-one years old. Now he says it was "one
of the best things I ever did." What was it?
A: Marty Allen: Rhonda Fleming.
Q: Jackie Gleason recently revealed that he firmly
believes in them and has actually seen them on at least
two occasions. What are they?
A: Charley Weaver: His feet.
Q: Do female frogs croak?
A: Paul Lynde: If you hold their little heads under
water long enough.
Q: Imagine you are a child in your mother's womb can
you detect light?
A: Paul Lynde: Only during ballet practice.
Pat Koziuk '56
Linda Piccerelli '60
Bob Casale '61
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