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Volume 1 Number 7
March winds; April showers; May flowers, I sure do miss
Here in Florida we usually tell the seasons by the changing
colors of the license plates.
April is the driest month of the year. Hard to believe
that we are only a three hour plane trip from NY.
Now I'm wondering ... where do you go to retire when
you live and work in
Yahoo.com has made some changes. To get to the photos
Note from Mary O'Shaughnessy Cleary
Q and A
The News in Brief
Letter from Jeff White
Note from Mary O'Shaughnessy Cleary, Class of 1961
Let's all help Mary in any way we can. Her address Mcleary876@aol.com
" Class of '61 will be celebrating 40 Years. Many
people have asked for a reunion. Since I was involved
with running the three previous
reunions (10, 20 & 25) I have received requests
to start this one running. I feel I have been "reunioned
out". I can't seem to get
this thing going.
Maybe you can suggest a way I can contact just the Class
of '61 and see if anyone else is interested in getting
involved. I am pretty computer illiterate so I don't
know how to break down all of the email addresses you
have. I also don't know who is still on Classmates,
but I will list a memo there. Thanks in advance for
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Q and A
From: Suzanne Garrett Cullen '56
Re: Ray Muller's questions
Robert Chevrolet was the Stop and Shop supermarket?*
Scheiner's Drugs was on the west side of Broadway between
West Carl St.
and the street before Nicholai St. ( I cannot remember
the name) I'm not too sure about this Huettner's was
on the southwest corner of West Marie and Broadway
The Hudson dealer was on the northwest corner of Broadway
and Old Country Rd.
Bahrenberg's was one bakery and I do not remember the
other Sweet Shop was 2 doors up from the corner of West
Marie and Broadway on the west side (next to Bahrenberg's
A&P was on South Broadway at Lewis St. in the early
Bohack was on the corner of Broadway and Old Country
Rd on the east side but I do not know what replaced
These are my questions....
Do you remember Schwartz's Furniture Store, Kantor's
Tire Store, Olga's, and Beatty's Stationery Store, Starlight
Shop and Repetti's
Candy Store where we could get the penny candy and the
Greek's luncheonette too.
*By the way, I saw in our yearbook that Robert Chevrolet
was formally MacPherson Chevrolet on First St. Ask Ray
Muller if he remembers Lindemann's Soda Fountain (they
were next to the Hudson dealership on Broadway). They
only sold Horton's ice cream and the counter was made
of marble instead of Formica.
I am not too sure of the street names as I get West
Cherry St. and West Marie St. mixed up and I do not
go to Hicksville except to go to the dentist.
Hicksville is so different now....ever since they elevated
the railroad and took the whole west side of Broadway
to widen the road.
Thanks for the newsletter as I really enjoy it!
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NEW YORK - JUST A REMINDER
Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2001 16:34:30 -0500
From: June Cullen class of 1958
These are nifty sites - Do take the time to explore
all ... thought the
New Yorkers would enjoy these two sites:
Click here: NEW YORK, NEW YORK.
Click here: Welcome Back To N.Y. N.Y.
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The News in Brief
Sent: Thursday, March 01, 2001 2:43 AM
Subject: It's a girl!
> My son Jason and his wife Cheryl had Megan
Emily White at 6:55 PM in Murrieta
> CA. Megan was 7 lbs 13 oz and is 20".
> Baby, parents and grandparents are doing fine.
Jeff White '73
Mary Jo Crabtree Morrow '71 started playing the
violin in 3rd grade at East St. School in good old
Hicksville. Presently she performs with the Central
Florida Symphony Orchestra.
Bits of news: Wife Dorothy and I retired last July.
She was a teacher/librarian in the Half Hollow Hills
school district, and I was a
programmer (flight simulators) for Northrop Grumman.
Son Peter is in a rock band that was just signed
by Maverick Records (Madonna's label.) He starts
recording in LA in a few weeks. Daughter Christine
is a Hofstra graduate ('97) and a teacher's assistant
in Cold Spring Harbor school district and will be
finishing her Masters this May. Son Michael received
his BS in
business from Oswego State in '94 (same school as
his uncle Phil HHS '58) and is the owner operator
of Anselmo Landscapes, Inc., Huntington, Huntington
Station, Dix Hills area.
Mike Anselmo 1959
In reply to your email, this is Claramae Gross
Ceravino, Class of '64.
My husband, John, is also class of '64. We have
been married 31 years and have four grown children.
I lived on Old Country Rd., right by the entrance
to Wantagh Pkwy., in a big old farm house that was
105 years old when we moved into it, when I was
5 years old. Not too many kids would come over to
play because most parents wouldn't let their kids
cross Old Country Rd. Bach's Blacksmith's Shop was
on the corner, then Louis Wesnofski, who was a potato
broker, then us, then the Brumby Kennel, and
Krummanacher Florist. I moved to 6th St. when I
was 16, which is right off Division Ave. across
from the high school. John lived across Newbridge
Rd. on Milburn St
My name is Diane (Burke) McGinn. Class of 1960.
Have been in touch with; Judy (Grandy) Reid, Pat
Hanagan, Joann Gorman, Bruce Brady, Joe Germain,
Jean Lodato and Carol Barberi. Found a few of them
through Classmates.com.They are also class of 1960.
It was really fun to e-mail and catch up with everyone.
Hope this is of some help. I guess everyone knows,
Mabel Sassatelli Roth passed away in June. Was trying
to reach Linda Plotsky (I know she is in Florida
somewhere) and Dot Haggerty.
Our deepest sympathy to Ken, Gayle, Debra and John
Philcox. Their mother, Margrethe, passed away on
March 7, 2001. Mrs. Philcox was a teacher and director
at Trinity Lutheran School for 35 years.
Mr. Richard Evers (The Official Historian of Hicksville)
has published a book on the history of Hicksville
titled "Image of American, Hicksville".
The book can be purchased from Mr Evers for $20.00
at 24 S. Elm St, Hicksville 11801-4364
It is my understanding that there are many photos
from past to present. Mr. Evers was a teacher at
the Junior High and I am sure when you send for
the book he would be thrilled to hear from you.
Mr. Evers was my favorite teacher. Thanks to him,
no matter where I have lived, I have always searched
out the history of the area. (LPH)
Mrs. Evers died this past February. Following is
part of the article in antonnews.com about her.
Mr. Evers would probably enjoy hearing from his
old students at the above address.
NEWS: Long-Time Resident, Co-Author Anne Evers Dies
Long-time Hicksville resident Anne Evers, who co-authored
many Hicksville history books with her husband,
Richard Evers, died
Friday, Feb. 9 surrounded by family. She was 84.
Mrs. Evers was waked at Stocks Funeral Home. Father
celebrated her Mass at St. Ignatius Loyola Roman
Catholic Church in Hicksville Tuesday, Feb. 13 with
an interment following
at Calverton National Cemetery.
We received the following letter from Gene Yetter
Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2001 09:52:32 -0500
Great job with the newsletter. Thank you for the
plug of our Class of 59 site (www.comets59.org).
It's been fun putting it together. My first choice
for a domain name was "hhs59.org." That
name turned out to be already in use by the Highland
High School, Albuquerque, N.M., Class of 1959! I
wonder how many other HHS's there are out there.
But comets59.org will do fine as our domain name.
I am looking forward to many updates on our illustrious
members. If you haven't looked at the site lately,
I just added a golf page. I am hoping that many
of our classmates will come clean with their golf
memoirs. Tom Pilko has broken the ice and the story
of his life on the links has been uploaded. Tracing
the whereabouts of some of the missing classmates
is a problem, as I am sure you are aware. Carl Probst
is really the one who has been on that job for the
Class of 1959, with assistance from Joyce
Clements Anglim, Janet Luna Marcus, Eileen Walters
Toscano and a few others. Perhaps with the Hicksville
newsletter's reach among all the classes some of
the lost 1959 Comets will be identified and returned
to the fold. I'll be watching your issues for information.
All the best,
SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT
Fri, 9 Mar 2001 08:12:11 -0500
"Hannaman, Kathy" AKA: "Cookie"
Subject: Helping others win. By Caring. .
Today's reality check and they call some of these
A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics,
nine contestants, all
physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the
starting line for the
100-yard dash. At the gun, they all started out,
not exactly in a dash,
with a relish to run the race to the finish and
win. All, that is, except
one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled
over a couple of
and began to cry.
The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down
and looked back. Then
they all turned around and went back......every
one of them. One girl
Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said,
"This will make it
Then all nine linked arms and walked together to
the finish line.
Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering
went on for several
minutes. People who were there are still telling
the story. Why? Because
deep down we know this one thing: What matters in
this life is more than
winning for ourselves.
What matters in this life is helping others win,
even if it means slowing
down and changing our course. If you pass this on,
we may be able to
our hearts as well as someone else's....
"A candle loses nothing by lighting another
Back to Back storms
Sat, 24 Mar 2001 05:44:34 -0800
Bob Casale <firstname.lastname@example.org>
It was late January, 1978. Most of the communities
on Long Island awoke
to a beautiful and horrific spectacle. A cold front
had slipped down from
Canada and met a mass of rain coming up from the
Gulf of Mexico. It was
not a significant amount of rain but the mixture
of temperature and water
coated everything in sight...trees, shrubs, houses,
power lines and all
the roads that were treacherous for cars venturing
out this particular
morning. It was beautiful to see. The sunrise was
magnificent because the
icing of everything in sight gave the effect of
being in a house of
crystals that glistened in so many different colors.
The unfortunate part
of such a storm is the power outages that result
from downed lines. The
problem was compounded because the temperature stayed
at or below zero.
Homes that lacked power, and heat, were freezing
up as well. The cold
that freezes water adds a little touch of expansion
insignificant little touch is enough to crack copper
pipes that carry
water throughout most homes to provide heat. You
don't realize the damage
exists until power is restored and houses start
to warm and leaks make
puddles that grow larger and spread water to all
points of the house and
it makes you cry...but the tears only make larger
As the island started to recover from the ice storm,
an early February
Nor Easter descended upon us.
My brother-in-law, Otto Gabrielsen, and I drove
into Long Island City
early that morning. The prospect of snow prompted
us to alter the
schedule our trucks would follow this day. We had
a business that
delivered carpeting throughout the five boroughs,
New Jersey and
Connecticut. We always started early but to insure
that we could get into
and out of New York City before the snow started,
we left at about 3 A.M.
We were in the city at 4:30, completed our early
deliveries by 6:00 and
were back at the warehouse in LIC before 6:30. The
snow was to start
around 9 A.M., so we opted to send our employees
home after we loaded the
trucks with the next day deliveries.
Around 8:30, a light snow began to fall and by 9:30,
sidewalks started to show some accumulation. Otto
and I decided to leave
and were saying goodbye when Jane, who worked for
asked if we could take her home. It was sorta on
the way, so we agreed to
drop her at home. She lived in the vicinity of Shea
Stadium. We jumped
into our van after putting about a thousand pounds
of cement and flash
patch in the back for traction.
The snow was piling up at a maddening rate now and
everybody that worked
in and around New York City was going home at the
same time, around 10
A.M. We worked our way slowly down Northern Boulevard
because the traffic
was creeping along. Visibility was bad and most
vehicles were not
equipped to handle this amount of snow in such a
short period of time.
People were already getting themselves stuck and
Otto, who was driving,
weaved his way through the mass of cars that just
couldn't move. The
time...about 11:30 A.M. Jane was great giving directions.
"Otto, go left; go right; go left," until
we finally reached her block.
We got close to her house and then it was go nowhere.
We dropped her off
and waited to see if some of those stuck vehicles
would get unstuck.
Forget about it. We could move but couldn't go anywhere
were in our way.
We wasted about an hour helping push and dig, dig
and push, push and
dig...until, finally, we were able to get around
the blockage and headed
for Northern Boulevard, again. The plows were working
but only on main
roads because side roads were mostly blocked. We
got to Northern Blvd
about 1 P.M. and a plow was working...but heading
back toward Long Island
City, and we were heading East, toward Long Island.
For the next three
hours, we would travel approximately 10 miles, getting
stuck behind cars
that couldn't move. At one point, we helped dig
out a police car that was
stuck in a drift of snow. I think they were in hot
pursuit of a cup of
coffee when they slid sideways into a huge pile
of snow. We got them out
of their dilemma but were entering into a new dilemma,
Where, you ask, is that? At this point in time,
with about 15 inches of
snow on the ground, and still coming down like nobody's
"unknown zone" was everywhere...but our
"unknown zone" was (and just
visualize this) on Northern Blvd, at the top of
the hill in Queens and we
are heading east to the top of the hill on the other
side and it's
snowing like crazy and we can't see too much, but
there weren't too many
idiots who even wanted to attempt what we were about
to attempt. Just as
we were entering the "unknown zone," a
plow appeared at the top of the
mountain, and he said, "Get behind me and I'll
take you to the other
side." Guess what we did???
On the other side, the plow turned around and headed
back toward Queens
with a caravan of cars following close behind.
The roads on the Nassau side were barely passable.
We managed to limp
along as darkness was closing in on us and making
it even more difficult
to see. I would say it was around 4:30...conception
of time at this point
was unnecessary...getting home safely was the chore.
We made it past Lakeville Road and were heading
toward Manhasset. There
is another monster hill going east on Northern Blvd
that was just
impossible to climb. We tried three times and got
to a point where we
started sliding backward. Otto turned around and
we headed back to
Lakeville Road. There really weren't too many cars
on the road that were
moving...our Dodge van was doing real well and I'm
sure the extra weight
in the back helped tremendously.
Otto made a left on Lakeville Road and we headed
toward the Long Island
Expressway that was only about a mile away. Thank
heaven for no traffic
and a good head of steam and we made it to the entrance
to the expressway
that was off the service road just east of Lakeville
Road. The entrance
ramp had a decent coating of snow and our concern
was if we could make it
through and onto the expressway. Plus, what did
the expressway look
like??? We walked the ramp and found it probably
expressway was totally socked in and we decided
to stay on the service
road. When we made it back to the van, a strange
noise filled the air. We
turned to see a bright light heading eastbound on
light was attached to a plow...what a break. We
scrambled into the van
and pressed forward through the snow that covered
the entrance ramp and
made it onto the expressway that had just been plowed.
The plow had about
five or six vehicles directly behind it and we took
up our place in the
queue. The driver of the plow had orders...like
Horace Greeley said go
West, young man...this guy's boss said, go East
young man. and east he
went...and east....and east...all the way to who
knows where because we
exited right onto the ramp that leads to the Northern
parkway was plowed all the way to Wantagh Parkway...and
was plowed..all the way to Hempstead Turnpike. We
were flying along as
the snow continued to fall...all the way down Hempstead
Gardiner's Avenue to North Jerusalem...and I got
off and walked across
the street to my house at 7 Wafer Lane. It was almost
7 o'clock. What a
But Otto had to get home and he lived on 22nd Street
a little east of Route 107 near to Northern State
Parkway...Otto made it
to Route 107 in front of Sears, across from the
Mid Island Plaza...shut
the van off and walked the remaining blocks to his
That was the storm of the century...not like the
one that hit us a few
weeks ago. That's one trip I will never forget.
Class of '61
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