Anne Sullivan Kinsella, 1959
(HX) (need email address)
James Gorman, 1966
Carol Wills Erlwein, 1959 (NY & FL)
Kathy “Cookie” Koziuk
Hannaman, 1960 (FL)
Jim Wise, 1958 (TX)
Susan Handwerk Ackerman, 1975
Bob Casale, 1961 (HX & PA)
Ruth Olsen Collins, 1956 (L.I.)
Tom Skelly, 1964 (SC)
Roger Weiss, 1969 (MA)
Mark Leippert, 1978 (L.I.)
Bill Fogelberg (VA)
Joy Watson Haller, 1958 (FL)
Marilyn Bowles Nejman, 1966
Carol Dichtenberg, 1976
Christina Moulton Morian, 1968 (TX)
Lisa Neuenhoff Esposito, 1973
“Murry” Dalaimo (need new email
Christopher Composto, 1979 (HX)
Belated wished to Ken Doris, 1963 – Nov.
12/1/1962 – Chet and Betty Nichols
12/5/1981 – Kathy “Cookie” (Koziuk) and Roy Hannaman
12/6/2003 – Pam (Kurth) and Robert Baker
12/21/1954 – Gwen (McCue) and Roy Schaaf (FL)
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Welcome to Our New Readers
John Turi, 1961
Anita Turi Leone, 1964
Patricia O’Rourke Hoffer, 1965 (SC)
Ken Marcus, 1967
Jim Mattis, 1971
Phil Watterson, 1978 (HX)
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I wanted to note the passing of Sue Smith (class
of 1971) this past Aug 2004. She passed away in
Ariz. I believe the cause was cancer.
Jim Mattis (class of 1971)
INTRODUCING THE TERRY FARRELL SCHOLARSHIP FUND
A Scholarship Fund has been established in the memory of Terry Farrell
(HHS 1974), a decorated member of Rescue 4/FDNY and Chief of the Dix Hills
Volunteer Fire Department. Terry, along with 342 of his brothers perished
on September 11, 2001 in the
World Trade Center attack.
The Scholarship is open to the children of all active, retired, disabled
and deceased FDNY Members or Volunteer Department Members residing in the
4 Counties of Long Island. (Nassau, Suffolk, Queens & Brooklyn) http://strongpointdesign.com/terry_farrell/index.html
Photo Memories of Terry
Terry was a proud, dedicated and highly motivated Firefighter as captured
these photos. View photo gallery http://strongpointdesign.com/terry_farrell/photos.html
All applications must be received by July 31. The award can be used for
all levels of school from entrance through College. Get the application http://strongpointdesign.com/terry_farrell/application.html
Support the Terry Farrell Bone Marrow Program
Shortly after joining the New York City Fire Department (FDNY) in 1989,
Terry Farrell, who lived in Hicksville, volunteered to be tested as a potential
bone marrow donor. Farrell was part of a new program initiated by a fellow
firefighter who had lost his sister from leukemia. Four years later, Farrell
was notified that he was a positive marrow match for Chantyl Peterson,
a 6-year-old girl from Las Vegas, NV who was deathly ill with T-cell lymphoma.
When asked if he would undergo the painful transplant procedure, Farrell's
decision, as he referred to it, was a "no brainer." He believed
that whatever discomfort he might experience was of no
consequence if the little girl's life could be saved. A year later, Farrell
was notified that the transplant had been a success and a tearful reunion
took place between Farrell, Chantyl and their families. Chantyl was treated
to a tour of New York City, a fireboat ride
and lunch with Farrell at Windows on the World at the World Trade Center.
On September 11, 2001, Terry Farrell went to the World Trade Center once
again, this time as a member of the FDNY's elite Rescue Company #4. On
that tragic day, Farrell, 342 of his brother firefighters and 60 police
officers, lost their lives when the Twin Towers collapsed. Farrell's death
marked the end of a life dedicated to the welfare of others.
Prior to his service with the fire department, Farrell had been a New York
City Transit Police officer, serving in the Emergency Services Unit. In
the community, he was a former chief of the Hicksville Fire Department
and was the 1st Assistant Chief of the Dix Hills Fire Department at the
time of his death. Farrell was also a tireless recruiter for the FDNY Bone
Marrow Program. He would address every new class of probationary fire fighters
and stress the importance of registering as a potential donor. Every time
he would retell the story of Chantyl Peterson, Farrell would beam at the
memory of that little girl. Farrell's efforts, and those of the bone marrow
program's founder, retired firefighter Mark Kwalwasser, have resulted in
many happy endings. To date, 35 other firefighters have successfully donated
their bone marrow to save the lives of strangers.
In the aftermath of the terrible events of September 11, 2001, the Police
Emerald Society of Nassau County (PESNC) discussed ways to memorialize
the many men and women who died that day. Terry Farrell's brothers, Dennis
of the Nassau County Police Department and Kevin of the Metropolitan Transit
Authority Police Department, both members of the PESNC, decided a fitting
memorial to their brother would be to continue his work in the area of
bone marrow donor recruitment. Born was the Terry Farrell Marrow Fund.
For further information, call 1-800-933-BLOOD (2566), ext. 31.
Article in part from
Classmates Terry Farrell
There's a nice picture of Terry...some of the rescue unit...Terry and his
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News, Notes and Memories
I am trying to find my 'ex' sister in law, Norma
Langlois. I think her year was about 1965. We lost
touch after her brother and I divorced in 1975.
Online searches have not been successful. Is it
possible to put my request in the newsletter with
my email address? If so, will you please do so?
If you can't, I will understand.
Joan Komar Langlois, 1961
My news is fairly routine.... retired three years,
after 39 year career in banking. Two successful
children and four Grandchildren including twins
(boy and girl) for total of three girls and one
little fella. Often drive by our old High School
(now the Middle School) and think back to a happy
time. Conclusion...we were all very fortunate to
have grown up in Hicksville NY in the last "innocent" decade.
We were equally fortunate to have had the guidance of fine old-fashioned
teachers like Mabel Farley, Miss Burt, Miss Healey, Mr. Nazo, Mr. Rush,
and Mr. Gelumbo etc. Miss Farley was a Miss not a Ms, she was permitted
to read from the Bible in the Auditorium, they were not "educators" but
Teachers and they most definitely came to teach. And if they had a Teacher's
never heard about it. Teachers dressed like role models not like our pals.
We had not heard words like Astronaut, Velcro, Teflon, civil disobedience,
Blackberries or wireless communications. Most of us did not know where
Southeast Asia was. President Eisenhower beamed out at us from the Rose
Garden and seemed like everyone's kindly Uncle.
Inflation was low, jobs were plentiful, our GDP was cranking along and
folks were going to college on the GI Bill. We might have muttered behind
our teacher's backs but would not have dreamed of "dissing" them,
mush less threatening them. Sure we were naive, but that was because we
were allowed to be young. Looking back I realize that whatever learning
I failed to take away from that school was my fault, not the teachers'.
We had our ups and downs to be sure, (my first love ditched me in my Senior
year). But we had no fears about terrorism, pedophiles, addiction, red
States and blue States.
We were fortunate indeed and I am very grateful. Hope you are well.
Frank Scarangella, 1955
Just a reminder that the chorus that I sing with,
The Glass Menagerie, will be holding it's Winter
Concert on Saturday, December the 11th. It will
be held at St. Joseph's Catholic Church, which
is located at the corner of 6th Ave., and Washington
Place in Greenwich Village.
The program will consist of "The Missa Brevis
in F Major" by Mozart, " Laudate Jehovam,
Omnes Gentes" by G.P. Telemann and many other
holiday oriented pieces including our famous "Holiday
Admission is a suggested $15. I hope each and
every one of you can make it and really kick off
the holiday season.
Love to all
David Teitel, 1968
Mid Island Shopping Plaza Memories
When I find myself in today's claustrophobic indoor
mega malls during the holiday season, I fondly
recall Mid Island Shopping Plaza during this time
of year. No roof. The cold wind (and snow) raced
through the "mall," even though we didn't
use that term. The places to eat: That funky dessert
counter in Gertz. The smell of the candy in Newberry's.
The charbroil grill in the window of Arthur Maisel's
Restaurant. I have two words for you: Pizza D'Amor.
The lunch counter at Kreges. The Brown Cow near
the front of the bus stop. Shoes at Flagg Brothers:
$9.99. Personalized service at Andrew's mens and
boys clothing store, featuring a picture of Andrew
standing next to Ceasar Romero (who appeared in
the original "Oceans 11"). Electronic
City for the "hi fi" aficionado. Baracinni's
Candy. One day some few years ago I walked through
the place, and the only remaining store from the
was Lerners. But for those of us living in Hicksville in the late 50's
when it opened, it became the place to hang out.
Ken Marcus Class of '67
By the way, do you e mail the newsletter? If so, put me on the list and
keep up the good work.
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Thanks to the author, Diane Dean White, for her permission
to reprint this story.
The FIVE and DIME
I don’t see them very often nowadays, but most
baby boomers remember them. They were located on the
main street of most towns and in each city. They went
by a variety of names, but they always appealed to
us for one reason on another. They may have been known
as the Ben Franklin Store, S. S. Kressge, Woolworth’s
or just the drug store on the corner. They often had
doors that were large and hard to pull, or more often
the kind that revolved and one person at a time went
They were a place where young children could buy a
small turtle or a goldfish for ten cents and carry
it home in white small cartons. Teens gathered to try
on some neat sunglasses or glance over the latest shades
of lipsticks. Most trips ended at the soda fountain
over a cherry Coke or a hot fudge sundae. The main
idea was that so many items were sold for such a small
price and you could get a variety of things at the
Five and Dime.
Mothers would come in and check over the yard goods
and look through Vogue, McCall’s and other books
with patterns. One area displayed a variety of favorite
magazines. It was a time when we knew the store manager
or owner, and we always said hello and acted polite,
because the storeowner also knew our Mom and Dad.
Often the Five and Dime had a counter with stools
and sometimes booths where we could order fries, cheeseburger
and a shake. They also had a daily special, for workingmen
who would frequent the Five and Dime. Women in starched
uniforms and aprons would wait on the customers. Their
hair was done up and covered neatly with a hair net.
The booths with the large seats were big enough for
three girls on one side and three guys on the other,
and a dark green or gray shade, and the seats moved.
A small jukebox with favorite selections was at each
booth, which was the main reason we’d opt for
that seating arrangement over the swivel stools at
the counter, or the heavy straight chairs at a table.
When the Thanksgiving holiday came we knew where the
decorations were kept, as harvest scenes with pilgrims
and turkeys and pumpkins were placed in a central location
for all to see. Very often a large box for canned food
donations was placed for customers to remember those
less fortunate, and people back then always did.
We never saw a Christmas decoration until the first
week in December, and we could hardly wait to see the
toys and items that were so popular that year. Usually
there was a manger scene with a bright star over it,
and Mary, Joseph and the baby Jesus was sat up as a
welcome display. A real Christmas tree would be covered
with lights ten sizes larger than the ones we see today,
but that was popular back in the 50’s. Some tinsel
and an angel on top would complete the décor.
The special town tree would be located exactly where
it grew, and that might be anywhere along the main
street, away from the parking, but in view for all
On a special night the store might stay open a little
later to invite customers to shop a little longer.
The smell of freshly made popcorn, peanut brittle,
hot chocolate and coffee would remind us that the time
of year for being extra good was here. We’d look
at a special pair of skates or see a train set with
a whistle tooting, as it made stops along the tracks,
while in the background a record with Gene Autry would
play, as he sang “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.”
In the late 60’s land developers began to visualize
a compact shopping experience, where customers could
go into a variety of stores. And after parking their
car, they could go from one end of a mall to another,
being able to purchase everything from clothing, to
bath and bedroom linens, with a maternity shop, jewelry
store and often a few small specialty shops. By the
mid 70’s they were going up all over and the
small Five and Dime Stores were beginning to become
a thing of the past.
When we pass through a town today, and I see a Five
and Dime, or what used to be one. I often ask my hubby
to stop, because I know there are so few left, and
there is something nostalgic about a visit back to
the 50’s where Sso much fun and great buys could
be found at these places.
“Honey, do you want to go over to the mall and
look around,” my husband will ask. And I think
of how much we have lost to progress, while my mind
goes back to a simpler time and memories of a juke
box playing "Mr. Blue", and all the great
things found at the corner Five and Dime. © Diane
Dean White 2004
Diane is a former newspaper reporter and freelance
writer. Her work has appeared in numerous magazines,
books and publications. She and her husband are the
parents of three grown children and two grand-gals.
Diane is the author of the book Beach Walks, a compilation
of heartwarming short stories, and a novel released
in October 2004, Carolina in the Morning. For
more information you may visit Diane’s online
home at www.DianeDeanWhite.com or
contact her at email@example.com
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Ray Muller writes that the Class of 1955 has a reunion
planned for October 12, 2005 at Captain Bills, Bayshore,
NY. If Ray Muller or the committee has not contacted
you, use the following to do so, Hhsclassof55@aol.com
Pat Koziuk Driscoll, 1956 (FL)
Linda Piccerelli Hayden, 1960 (NJ)
Bob Casale, 1961 (HX)
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