This is a condensation of the March 2005 newsletters
Newsletter Editor: Frank Barning 1960, fbarning@yahoo.com
Male bonding at Los Angeles reunion
By Frank Barning
The March 5th reunion held in Los Angeles attracted 10 Division grads from the classes of 1960-62. Planned by Russ Green (1960), this successful mini reunion would be a fine model for other local gatherings.
Attendees met at the Lobby Court, a cocktail lounge, at the West Century Plaza at about 2:30 p.m. After four hours of chatting, the party moved to a Chinese restaurant in nearby Santa Monica. That lasted about 3 hours.
Although 10 people seems rather small, it worked in that everyone had a chance to spend time with all the others. The timeframe seemed perfect, just long enough. The lone disappointment was that the only two women to express an interest were prevented from coming because of last-minute emergencies.
There has been some interest in a Florida reunion, because so many of us live there. If someone would come forward to coordinate such an event, it would be promoted in The Newsletter.
Ken Plass (1960), who lives in the State of Washington, is willing to travel to a reunion in the west. He was not available for the LA gathering, and has suggested a meeting in Las Vegas. John Gentleman and Phil Adrian live there, both class of 1960. Alumni from around the country might fly in because any excuse to go to Las Vegas is a good one. Once again, a coordinator would be required.
Plass suggested a golf outing, a good idea, but who would make it happen? There are other events such as a picnic, dinner-dance, etc. that would give a local reunion a larger scope. Once again, you need a volunteer to work out details. Keeping it simple worked very well in Los Angeles.
Attending were Green, Larry Bory, Don Davidson, Jeff Lincer, Tony Ciervo, Jim Anton, Rich Humbert, John Stalberg and myself. Ed Gifford, who lives on Long Island, flew in to visit Lincer and to attend the reunion. Bory lives in Virginia and the gathering was his idea. He was visiting the Los Angeles area on business and to visit his daughter.
Hopefully, the LA experience will inspire other Division reunions. Certainly, there will be others in Los Angeles because of the initial success. Green observed that everyone wanted to get together again.
If you have any thoughts about local reunions, send them to the newsletter.
Lunchtime in Levittown
Question: A lot of interesting things happened during lunch at Division. Do you have any special memories of lunchroom happenings?
Melissa Shaffer Mayernik 1962
Skippy McCarthy sat a few seats away from me - he would walk by, stop just behind me, and lean over close to me so that I could enjoy his Old Spice aftershave! My reaction was always uuummm... It was always great! Joe Hochen sat across from me and had one joke after another. One year I sat with Carol Geseking, and she would fill me in on exciting gossip about the "rocky/hood" crowd... another favorite at lunch time was simply driving off premises for some McDonald's...
Memories are made of this
Phyllis Hirsch Smith 1960
I have been married to the same man, Greg, for 42 years. I met Greg thru Cathy O'Brien Sabo's husband Andy. Greg and I have two children our daughter Donna is divorced she has a son Christian 7 and a Daughter Claudia 4. Our son Scott is married to Micki they have a son Ethan 8 and a daughter Hannah.
Greg and I have been self employed since 1967. We own an auto body shop and a mechanical repair shop, our son works with us. We live in Patchogue on the Great South Bay across from Davis Park on Fire Island. We also have a condo on Siesta Key Sarasota that at times we rent and other time we use for ourselves children and grandchildren.
I was forwarded the newsletter by my friends Jackie Lamb Pottgen and Mary Anne McNally Donato. I have really enjoyed reading everyone's opinions and memories. I remember so many people and feel like I was connected to them in different ways while growing up in Levittown. My family moved to 58 Honeysuckle Road in 1947. I remember got to a little schoolhouse for kindergarten and probably the lower grades.
We lived by the North Village Green and hung out there at the pool, play ground or bowling alley and later at the lounge. We also hung out an the Azalea pool, the Community Church, went to Jolly Rogers, walked or road bikes to Salisbury Park, danced in Billie Jean Divone's garage. I was sorry to hear of Chris Wilkens passing I remember walking from my house to hers I believe she touched many of us in different ways.
I remember parties at Pat and Billy Stanley's. I remember when Pat married Al Smith at 17. I remember working with disabled children thru a youth group run by a man named Johnny Cochrane. I remember friends getting together at my house to give Dave Monelt Memorial Class 59 a going away party when he joined the Marines. I remember sitting with so many friends and discussing boy friends and girl friends and giving advice it is amazing how little I knew and how much advice I dispensed. I am grateful I grew up in Levittown overall the experience was great.
In defense of the Rocks
From Tom Paturzo Baker 1960
I enjoyed knowing the Rocks and was not afraid of them. I found them capable of compassion and all other decent human qualities. The leather jackets and motorcycle boots were a defense against the slings and arrows of our society. They were part of our teenage culture, a refection of the film media, “Blackboard Jungle” and the “Wild Ones.” The movie "Grease" finally corrected the myth.
Al Smith was a friend of mine; he died at 29, and was a Rock who had many excellent human qualities. I could name others who would never harm anyone and treated all with respect. Most of the Rocks lived in a façade of toughness as a means of self-defense. They lived in as much fear as anyone; we all had fears and identity problems in those days.
I always liked people who were different; it would be boring if everyone were the same. They challenged our cultural mores and norms and made me think. I liked to talk to the scholars for the same reason; they were not geeks, simply people with different points of view.
Some Rocks made the transition into adulthood, graduated from high school, college and a few became teachers. We should avoid stereotyping the Rocks as a group. I never regretted knowing the Rocks personally; most would standup and help you if you were in trouble.
Arnie Galeota 1961
IN RESPONSE TO WARREN ZARETSKY'S MEMORIES OF "BUMPY, "LUCKY", "BUGSY" AND "ROCKY" ... BETTER KNOW AS THE "WRECKING CREW, I TOO HAD A SIMILAR ENCOUNTER MAINLY WITH "BUMPY".
I LIVED ON MISTLETOE LANE WHICH WAS LESS THAN 1/2 MILE FROM BUMPY'S HOUSE ON CORNFLOWER RD.
FORTUNATELY THERE WERE 5 OR 6 OF US WHO LIVED ON THAT SAME BLOCK, THE ALBAUM BROTHERS BEING TWO OF THEM. WE WERE ALL EVERYDAY FRIENDS PLAYING SPORTS UNTIL DARK, NOT INCLUDING BUMPY.
THE ALBAUM BROTHERS WERE IN THE SAME CLASS AS BUMPY SO THEY KNEW HIM WELL ENOUGH TO SAY HELLO WITHOUT RUNNING THE RISK OF GETTING THEIR LEGS BROKEN.
ONE MORNING WE WERE WALKING TO SCHOOL AND WE CAME UPON BUMPY'S HOUSE AND HE WAS COMING OUT TO MAKE HIS TREK TO DIVISION AVE. ONE OF THE RARE DAYS HE DECIDED TO ATTEND. WE WERE ABOUT 15 AND HE WAS 28 I THINK.... JUST KIDDING.
AS WE'RE WALKING BEHIND HIM DON ALBAUM, IN ALL OF HIS
PLAYFUL ANTICS YELLS OUT, "BUMPY IS NOT A FAGGOT ARNIE"!
WELL.... BUMPY TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS AT US AND SEES IT'S DON AND SMILES....
I RETURNED HOME TO PUT ON A CLEAN PAIR OF UNDERWEAR.
WHERE ARE THEY TODAY?
Division Rocks……
By Frank Barning, Newsletter editor
One of the most responded to topics since the Newsletter began last summer is “The Rocks.” They were those tough-looking guys (and some dolls) who frequented our school and community.
They were called “Rocks” because they considered themselves to be “hard” guys. By today's standards, they were pretty tame, but back at Division in the 1950s and early 1960s, they certainly stood out from the rest of us who were mostly pure white bread.
Below are comments about these dark denizens of Division. Your comments and memories are welcome.
REMEMBERING LEVITTOWN'S ROCKS
From Skippy McCarthy 1962, Marion, Indiana: jmccarthy1@indy.rr.com
In the Newsletter article "In Defense of the Rocks", Tom Paturzo Baker states, "I enjoyed knowing the Rocks and was not afraid of them". Well hell, if I had Tommy's 18 + inch biceps in 1957, I wouldn't be so "SCARED" of them either. In 1957, you could pick me up by my hindquarters and still have a free hand for groceries. And that's no lie. No one yet has mentioned the toughest and probably most gracious of them all, and that was Billy Kelly. Pound for pound he was probably the toughest of that whole group. However, the wild nicknames like Bugsy, Mousy and Lucky seemed to highlight the others.
I got to know Billy, for some unknown reason, when I was at the North Village Green one day & he realized my name was McCarthy & like he, an Irishman. He obviously couldn't smell my fear as a lion could. He asked questions of me (1957) that at this moment I can't recall, and we had an amicable exchange. Over the next few years we'd see each other here and there & I would always respect his domain, & he would acknowledge and say hi. And surprisingly it would never change.
One afternoon in 1960, I'm 16 years old, and at my house on Periwinkle Road, around the block from Azalea Field, when my 10 year-old brother Gerard (Jerry) comes home crying about a group of guys who took his football at Azalea. My WW II generation father looks at me and says, "Skippy you need to go over there and get Jerry's ball back." NO PROBLEM... as I'm walking from our house to Azalea I ask my brother who was it that took your ball & he says "Some guys named Mousy, Lucky, Bugsy... etc" talk about your legs starting to turn to Jell-O. So on one hand I have to face the wrath of "Joe McCarthy Sr. " or on the other the "Rock & Rollers" of Bugsy, Lucky, etc. My life, as short as it was at that time, started to pass before me. When I arrived at Azalea my worst feelings proved accurate. There were Mousy, Lucky, Bugsy and others from their crowd. Fortunately, there also was some pretty good guys from their crowd like Ernie & Gabe Navarro & Billy Kelly. I saw Billy & approached to explain my predicament & immediately I had the football back. He was an OK guy, in my book, & I often wonder whatever happened to him.
Yes, I was in the class of '62, unlike Tommy in '60, but as a younger observer at Azalea Pool & other places, we had the advantage of seeing and being there for all kinds of events. Al Smith, who was held in respect by the Rocks, was a great husband and father and left this world a heck of a lot sooner than he should have. May he rest in peace.
Arnie Galeota 1962
My response to Skippy McCarthy's comments:
I would have to agree with Skippy's evaluation of the futility of trying to stand up to these guys who were street wise and street tough.
I too was slight of build with no muscles to be found. Through a lot of hard weight lifting, Tom Paturzo Baker had gotten my share of allotted muscles and some of Skippy's too. His biceps were as big as my waist at that time so naturally these "rocks" gave him his due.
I would agree with Tom that they were trying to make a statement with the attitude they carried around and by the way they dressed. Anti establishment became fashionable with the showing of movies "Rebel Without a Cause", "The Black Board Jungle" and "The Wild Ones" and the tremendous popularity of Elvis Presley.
Being a scrawny kid who had barely experienced the world I wasn't wise enough yet as to their motives. All I knew was that they were different from most of the people I hung with and I kept my distance as a matter of survival.
I do remember Billy Kelly well. I went to Northside School with him and we were friends, not close friends, but friends. He was always a little distant.
When I was in my senior year I had heard rumors that he was seen many nights walking the streets of Levittown after he had been drinking and beating up total strangers for no apparent reason.
It was a rumor never substantiated with any photos but he was a loner and he did seem troubled. He had done some boxing and he was tough so the rumors were believable.
As for my story on Bumpy, I stand corrected. It was Mousy that lived around the corner from me. Bumpy did come from the other side of Levittown, the Memorial side. Al Smith was close to Bumpy, but Al didn't seem to have to prove anything. He knew he was tough and he never went around intimidating people. He was a nice guy who did have a good marriage with a nice family and was tragically taken all too soon.
Let us not forget guys like Joe Detore who had the need for attention and fulfilled that need by doing outrageous things. He was very short but compensated for that by being strong and aggressive. Sadly he too has passed on. I'd like to take this opportunity to say congratulations to Jim McGrath who is retiring after 40 years of teaching and coaching wrestling in Ralston, Nebraska. Some of you may remember Jim as a state champion wrestler in the late 50's.
Michael Haag 1961
I knew Billy Kelly, but it was really my father who knew him well and liked him. Part of the connection was my mother, who was born in Dublin, maiden name Maguire. But there was also my father's upbringing. I mentioned how his father emigrated from Hermuthausen in Germany to London, married there and then emigrated further, to America. He died young, age thirty, of typhoid, in Hannibal, Missouri, and his widow, my grandmother, who was only twenty-five, returned to London with her three children. That was before the First World War. Times were very hard, and she raised her children in the toughest part of London, the East End, where my father learnt to stand up for himself -- which meant learning how to fight. I think he recognised something of himself in Billy Kelly, especially so when Billy took up boxing. My father always thought Billy was very bright, not to mention charming, and encouraged him to keep on with his education, to make something of himself.
But at some point Billy Kelly disappeared from the scene. Dropped out of school and attempted a boxing career, I think. I know nothing about him, and indeed I had forgotten all about him, until these mentions of him in the Newsletter. He had the makings of success about him, did Billy Kelly, if he could have got out of his rut. Anyway, he did not become heavyweight champion of the world otherwise I would have noticed, nor president of the United States.
Frank Barning 1960
Most of us knew some of the “Rocks.” In junior high, Mousy (Joe Lulenski) entered my world and at first I was a bit scared of him. He was this skinny little guy who smelled of Lucky Strikes and always wore a motorcycle jacket. He also wore an attitude that told the world to screw off.
For some reason, out of nowhere, he wanted to be friendly with me and would give me a wave and a hello in the school halls most mornings. After getting comfortable with that, I started to reply “Hello Mousy.” After a couple of hello Mousys, he took me aside and said, “What's my name?” I replied “Mousy.” His reply was, “No, my name is Joe,” and he punched me on the arm.
The next time we met in the hall, I greeted him with “Hello Joe.” He grabbed me and punched me on the arm and stated, “My name is Mousy.” From then on, no matter what I called him, it was the wrong name and I got a punch.
After awhile, I got a smile with the punch and the punch became a tap. There never was any malice on his part and I looked forward to the exchange. I'm sorry that I never thought to ask him how he got the nickname Mousy.
The most well known of the Levittown Rocks was Bumpy, who attended Levittown Memorial, but roamed all over Levittown with his crew and was a legend. I recall that his name was Ed Whiting. Few know that the famous song, “Leader of the Pack,” was loosely based on Bumpy. It was written by Ellie Greenwich who graduated from Memorial in around 1957.
Susan Weldon 1960
i was in the same sorority as ellie greenwich at hofstra and she and i shared stories about bumpy. many years later she starred in a b'way play about her and jeff barry and i went to see it and waited outside the stage door. she remembered me and we chatted about levittown and hofstra and it was then that she told me that the leader of the pack was bumpy.
i was always fascinated by the "rocks" and got along pretty well with them. i loved al smith. he was a gentle man. lumpy i could do without.
Rich Humbert 1960
My memories of Mousy: Crusty but benign. For a while in junior high, he was my idol and role model... a short while. But I remember once while we were waiting for music class to start, Mousy sat down at the piano and began to play a really rockin' boogie woogie. As soon as, the music teacher, Miss Stahman, entered he stopped and slouched back to his seat somewhat embarrassed.
Sue Chasin Ross 1962
I remember all the names but Bumpy.... I remember almost being in "awe" of them... wanting to emulate one thing they did.... wear my collar up. (Obviously, not something deep or thoughtful) Who knew that would be considered "preppy" years later? They all wore there cigarettes rolled in their T-shirt sleeves... they had DA's... for haircuts... and plenty of Brylcream... or whatever.... to put in it to keep it slicked back. Looking back, they are almost a caricature of what the movies and TV have come to characterize over the years of that type of kid.
I doubt I ever exchanged one word with them.... but sure knew who they were. Was I scared... they all had reputations... so maybe I was.
I thought most of them went to Memorial instead of DAHS. I also wonder what happened to them and what they would have been like, if in school today? Were they the Levittown equivalent of NYC gangs.... being first generation Levittowners? I wonder what they remember of those days and if they realize what an impact they had on so many kids then.
It's funny how there are lines drawn in high schools... groups, crowds, whatever you want to call them... that attract kids of the same thinking. Having taught high school on Long Island for 20 years... they are easy to spot. Not so different from all those years ago... just different names and different styles. There are no longer "rocks or hoods", but jocks, Goths, preps, geeks, and the equivalent of them would probably be the ones some refer to as "dirtbags". We always want to find someone or some group to fit in with, especially in high school.
"Dirtbags" is a term I never used... the kids actually used it about themselves... and other kids would use it as a reference. I always enjoyed having them in class and they never gave me a problem. My Chairperson often made note of the fact that I got along so well with them. Maybe I was a "latent Rock" in my earlier life... who knows?
____ 1962
Some of the girls were "rocks" too. They wore heavy makeup, and that ghoulish white lipstick, and some had peroxide-bleached hair teased high on their heads, and wore leather jackets. Most of them smoked. The guys wore their hair in slick pompadours, and the collars of their leather jackets were always up, and they talked tough, like TV's Fonzie. But I remember that both the girls and the guys would terrorize me whenever I carried my violin to school. Playing the violin back then wasn't a cool thing to do, like it is today. So I used to have to cover my violin case with grocery bags on each end to disguise it when I walked to school. And I'd carry it in my arms, not by the handle. It looked like I was carrying a humongous loaf of bread, but certainly not a violin. Otherwise, if the tough kids -- the "rocks", saw me carrying a violin case, they'd threaten me in some way. They'd start out by saying, "Whatcha' got there -- a machine gun?" I was so afraid they'd wreck my violin. My father had forfeited his summer vacation one year to earn the extra money to be able to afford that violin. Therefore my mother hated when I left for school with the case covered with grocery bags. She used to yell after me, "I'm gonna stop your violin lessons if you're ashamed of your violin!"
From Tony Moors, Levittown Memorial 1960
It's great hearing what grads remember from their high school days. There was an interesting subject that caught my attention. The mention of "Bumpy" brought back some memories. I heard he got that nickname after being hit by a 2 by 4 and not being phased. I remember driving the old '50 Hudson by the drug store at the corner of Division and Hempstead Turnpike. I think I was with Ronnie Sarra and Bob McGouey. As we passed someone mentioned they knew or talked with Bumpy's girlfriend, Bumpy wasn't pleased and recognized the culprit in my car. Next thing I knew we were being chased by a car full of maniacs. We went down the Turnpike into East Meadow and someone said "make a left".... it was a dead end! Around the corner came Bumpy and his crew but drove past me before they got out with their hardware (bats and such). Lucky for me I was able to put it in reverse and blast out of there. I guess they had enough fun for the night because they didn't follow. That was another fun night driving with a junior license in Levittown. I did have a great time as a kid. Bumpy, are you still out there? You never knew me but I would love to hear how life turned out for you.
By the way we are having a reunion for 1960-69 LMHS on July 23 at the Uniondale
Marriott, meeting the previous evening in the lounge. Any of you DAHS graduates
feel like stopping by? Anyone interested in locating someone from the
'60's classes I can help. We have directories on each class. Write to me at clemtony@juno.com.
My favorite high school moment
From Tom Paturzo Baker 1960: tjbaker404@aol.com
The varsity athletic schedule for 1958 was an ordeal, a losing streak in all sports. We were sophomores competing against juniors and seniors; boys were competing against young men. The football team lost to Clarke High School 48-0. The mighty Roger McNulty and his offensive team ran past our defensive line-up like a buffalo herd.
The doom and gloom was pervasive, but there was one bright spot in the winter wrestling season. The wrestling team was beginning to win matches, and once again, we would encounter McNulty. His “Greek God” like status challenged by one of our own, Perry (Bernstein) Burns. Perry's match is my favorite moment in high school. A magic moment created by one of my Division Avenue Dragon teammates. His match remains a time capsule in my mind; it was ten minutes we shared for life. I think about that night whenever I doubt the human spirit.
My Gladiator approach was a direct contrast to Perry's easy going and polite style. I trained with him and was concerned that he smiled too much at his opponents. Perry preferred to dazzle his wrestling adversaries with sportsmanship, charm, and gentleman like persona. I tried to teach him how to appear tough and mean. However, Perry never glared in anger at his wrestling competitors, just friendly smiles, ear to ear.
Perry was not the Hulk Hogan body type. His strategy was to dance around his opponents until they got dizzy. Perry wanted to capitalize on his superior cardiovascular endurance, style and technique. He would lure his fellow wrestlers into friendly counter-traps, then apologize for winning the match. His approach was beyond my gladiator mentality at the time. I felt this strategy would last all of twenty seconds against the Long Island Wrestling Champion, Roger McNulty.
Roger was not the typical varsity athlete; he was a warrior and gladiator of the sport of wrestling. He was a dedicated professional athlete with the chiseled body of Mr. Olympia. McNulty was an undefeated wrestler since his freshman year and New York State Championship. Roger applied a devastating Olympic Split; he would tear his opponents in half. Wrestlers would scream in agony! One wrestler begged for mercy and submitted because of the intense pain.
I was concerned for Perry's health and safety as he stepped out on the mat. His mother groaned when McNulty removed his jacket; the audience was concerned. Roger glared at Perry with his meanest warrior face; Perry just smiled back at him.
The stands were packed and electricity was in the air, as Perry locked horns with Roger. The flickering gymnasium lights added to the tension. The match was David versus Goliath; we expected the worst, while hoping for the best. If Perry lost by a pin, we could not win the match. Perry started wrestling furiously, and then attempted a takedown. Roger countered and looked surprised at Perry's attack. Everyone else melted into the mat and collapsed before Roger's intimidating appearance and reputation.
McNulty inflicted multiple and relentless assaults; he tried every trick in the book. It was too much to ask that he take that kind of assault for eight minutes. At the end of the first and second period, everyone was surprised to see Perry on his feet, bleeding, looking dazed, but still smiling.
The coach walked over and said, “Remember, you cannot get pinned. If you can prevent that, we will defeat this team.” The tension reached a new crescendo as the crowd roared. Perry's mother left the gym because she could not bear watching the match any longer.
The buzzer sounded in the third period after eight agonizing minutes. The match ended, with Perry surprised and dazed. We all swarmed Perry in the moment. Perry earned the respect of everyone, even though he lost. It was a profile in courage; we beat Clarke High School. It was a right of passage that night. It was everyone's night. Most of all, it was Perry's night.
Reunion cruise: for information, contact Jackie Lamb Pottgen 1960: Japottgen@aol.com
DAHS website for all classes: http://www.divisionsocialstudies.com/blue-dragons/
Susan Villatore 1962
Phyllis Hirsch Smith's mention in the Newsletter of working with children, when we were just children ourselves, brought back a flash of memories to my mind. I can picture the places we went to, the children we worked with, and the satisfaction that it brought us all. I believe that is why I have always wanted to be a teacher. I was maybe l2 years old, and in 7th grade. My best friend Susan Chasin and I had the privilege of hanging out with the "older" kids. They were maybe 13 or 14 even.
Don't know how it happened, but we used to go to Laurel Lane school on Saturdays, and volunteered to work with young retarded children. I can picture the children there and remember the excitement one of the mothers showed me, when her child came back the following week and actually remembered my name. There was a building somewhere off of Wantagh Avenue, maybe an old school house that housed the camp that I worked at one summer with some of the same children. One of the boys I was assigned to was legally blind and had many other issues. I loved my job. I actually got paid that summer, because I remember I had to get working papers. I must have been l4 at that time.
As a group, we also went to St Mary's orphanage, somewhere in Huntington, I believe. I remember the bunks where the kids slept, and the smell that wasn't so pleasing. I remember playing outside on the grounds with them, and the cafeteria. I think it was a home for just boys. We would spend the whole day with these underprivileged children and then go home to our safe havens in Levittown.
Did we understand the impact that these deeds had on these children, or really how much it effected our lives? I am not sure. If anyone else remembers this experience, I would love to hear any information that you can add. Phyllis mentioned Johnny Cochrane... who was he, and how did we come to work with him?
Concerning the late Sterling Morrison
From Rich Humbert 1960
Sterling (1960) lived near Ken Hoopes and Stew Ronk south of Hempstead Turnpike as I remember. That crew along with Jimmie Tucker, were always up to pranks and exercising their curiosity. An older and very nosy resident cramped their style, spying on them and shouting imprecations, calling mothers, and an occasionally police call. It came to pass that Sterling had managed to get hold of a book on Demonology from the Hofstra library. It was decided to confound the old codger, peering through his living rooms drapes, by enacting a ritual from the book. It involved lighting 3 small ritual fires in a triangle, chanting incantations, tossing lumps of sulfur into the fires which caused bursts of smoke and flame, all the while slowly shuffling around the fire. The idea was to harass/scare the spy.
At the appropriate moment, the demon was supposed to appear in the smoke and flames, and at that moment he could be directed at whosoever was the target. At that moment, while nothing biblical happened the group sicked the demon on the nosy neighbor. That night his car was totaled. No one fooled around with the book again.
Barbara Bond (1960) is moving to Arizona
I'm retiring as a Medical Social Worker for the Suffolk County Bureau of Public Health Nursing, moving to Sun City West (CSW) from Long Island in April. I decided not to wait until the next incentive or to the end of '07 (going to be 64 April 3rd & want to enjoy the rest of my healthy years). Looking forward to living near my family (Mom 84 & Dad 86 live in SCW, my 42 year-old daughter Traci & her family live in Glendale (20 minutes away from SCW), & Bob (also class of 1960) & his wife Pat live in Scottsdale (45 minutes from SCW).
Larry Bory 1960 writes…
The one thing I am clear about is that our teen experience created a fundamental humanity in all of us that served us well no matter where we traveled. I believe that the Levittown experience allowed us to accept many people of all backgrounds wherever we are. This quality is not one learned in a classroom or in a book. Ultimately life experience is the greatest teacher, but only if one is open to the
lessons.
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posted 2005.07.10 - last edited 2008.04.11
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