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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 Florida??? (PKD)
Yahoo.com has made some changes. To get to the photos
Note from Mary O'Shaughnessy Cleary
Q and A
The News in Brief
Back to Back Storms
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,
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, but 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 times, 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 with
Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said,
"This will make it better."
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 change our hearts as well as someone
"A candle loses nothing by lighting another
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Back to Back Storms
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 and that
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 puddles.
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
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,
streets and sidewalks started to show some accumulation.
Otto and I decided to leave and were saying goodbye
when Jane, who worked for Consolidated Carpet, 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 because people 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,
the "unknown zone." 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 business...the
"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
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
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 on the back
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 passable...the
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 the expressway...the 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 State Parkway...the
parkway was plowed all the way to Wantagh Parkway...and
Wantagh parkway was plowed..all the way to Hempstead
Turnpike. We were flying along as the snow continued
to fall...all the way down Hempstead Turnpike...down
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 trip.
But Otto had to get home and he lived on 22nd Street
in Jericho...that's 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 house!!!
That was the storm of the century...not like the one
that hit us a few weeks ago. That's one trip I will
Bob Casale - Class of '61
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