tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71762510782803108102024-03-16T11:52:11.449-07:00Glen School Class of 1967 - Ridgewood NJWelcome to the Glen School Class of 1967 blog! We need photos - anybody who has class photos or candid photos from 1960-1967 please email them to cmad@ntplx.net so we can include them here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-37613169818013535012013-08-20T17:06:00.004-07:002013-08-20T17:06:49.692-07:00Robert A. Potdevin, 86It is with regret that I post the passing of Jan Potdevin's dad - Robert A. Potdevin - he was 86 years old. He was the CEO of the Potdevin Machine Company in Caldwell, NJ. Mr. Potdevin lived in Ridgewood for 62 years!<br />
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Please keep Jan, Jim and their family in your hearts....................... I will post the obituary when the paper posts it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-87532724108189377892013-07-02T10:33:00.000-07:002013-07-02T10:33:15.665-07:00Glen School Goes To the Central Park Zoo!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Above, the entrance to the Central Park Zoo in New York City.<br />
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For just about all of us, field trips at Glen School were not only fun but the places we visited were always memorable - we'd break into small groups headed up by someone's mom. We would visit art museums, we recorded a school play at Seton Hall (aired on FM radio at the exact time that John F. Kennedy was assassinated!) and we went to places like the Central Park Zoo in New York City. <br />
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Katie Knight sent me a collection of pictures she had from various times in Glen School - I am including 3 of hers from our field trip to Central Park Zoo. Even the bus ride in those big coach buses was fun!<br />
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Above, a 1960's view of the amusement area.<br />
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Above, the dedication in 1926 of the Balto statue - 10 months after Balto's infamous 600 mile journey in Alaska.<br />
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Probably one of the most notable statues at Central Park is the one of "Balto the Sled Dog" - the statue of Balto is dedicated to the courage, dedication and intelligence of all sled dogs.<br />
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In 1925, Balto led a team of dogs through 600 miles of blinding blizzard to deliver diphtheria medicine to kids isolated in Nome, Alaska.<br />
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He was arguably the most popular dog in the country after his story hit the news, prompting New Yorkers to raise funds to have him immortalized in bronze. <br />
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Above, the Balto statue as it appears today.<br />
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Above, riding Balto in the early 1960's. Photo courtesy of Katie Knight.<br />
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Above, my Glen classmates taking a turn on Balto! They include from l to r: Lisa Faeth, Sue Nunno, Carl Vrabel, Beth Perdue, Penny Ward and Jill Neandross.<br />
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Above, Karen Eide posing on Balto the Sled Dog. How many kids have climbed on this statue since 1926?! Photo courtesy of Katie Knight.<br />
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Above, Balto in the winter snow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-43135864975737308992013-05-16T20:33:00.003-07:002013-05-17T08:05:16.008-07:00Glen School Goes To Camp Green!For those of us who attended 6th grade in Ridgewood in the late 1950's, 60's and early 70's, going to Camp Green for a week will be fondly remembered - it would be close to our last time together as Glen School classmates - we had been classmates for 7 years - K-6. <br />
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As short as it was, many people who attended Camp Green through the years have returned to the site at one time or another, often trying to find Cooper Hall and trying to place where their dorm once stood. I haven't dedicated any of my blog posts to anyone before but I feel wanted to dedicate this one to Beth Perdue. I know Beth loves the area so much. Not only did Beth so enjoy camp when we went there back in the spring of 1967, but to this day Beth still enjoys countless walks with her dog in the picturesque setting - conjuring up wonderful memories of her own family and reflections on her past. This is for you Beth...............<br />
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Above l to r: Some of "The Glen" girls (still the best!) Beth Perdue, Katie Knight and Ann Rimmer at Camp Green May, 1967. I love this photo! Thanks for sending it Katie! Beth and Annie are wearing their camp sweatshirts and hats, Katie is wearing her sweatshirt - I think every one of us bought those at the camp store. At the time they taught us how to use a checking account - we had temporary accounts set up by our teachers and it was the only way we could make purchases at the camp store.<br />
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If you were a 6th grader in Ridgewood back in the day chances are you went to Camp Green and spent 4 nights and 5 days away from home. For us, camp started Monday May 8, 1967 and ended Friday afternoon May 12. <br />
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When I was in the lower grades at Glen School, camp was something I always heard about and couldn't wait to do myself! I had no clue what they did there but it was a week away from home and that sounded exciting! The idea that the 6th graders would get to go away for a week together (really 4 nights and 5 days) was pretty cool and by the time I was 10 (I started 6th grade at age 10) it was all I could think about that year in Mrs. DeJongh's class.<br />
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Mrs. DeJongh's 6th grade class Glen School - soon off to Camp Green. Photo supplied by both Karen Eide and Beth Perdue.<br />
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Front Row l to r: Karen Eide, Mary Ann Vaz, Corinne Frank, Jennifer Rudy, Linda Pursiano, Kara Degraw.<br />
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Second Row l to r: Ed Nalbantian, Ricky Flannery, Barbara Durheimer, Katie Knight, Ann Rimmer, Cara Worthington, Beth Perdue, Linda Bowers, Greg Rehe, Mrs. DeJongh.<br />
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Back Row l to r: Jim Smethhurst, Carl Vrabel, David Chandler, Randy Sharp, Wayne Bond, Jan Koper, Charles Voorhis.<br />
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Above Mrs. Bleeden's 6th grade class Glen School. Photo supplied by Artie Brierley.<br />
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Front Row l to r: Irene Williams, Betsy Kline, Penny Ward, Lynn Malley, Linda Breitkruz, Lori Abrahamson.<br />
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Second Row l to r: Martin Vaz, Cary Hoff, Sue Nunno, Jill Neandross, Beth Daly, Lisa Faeth, Bruce Meneghin, Mrs. Bleeden.<br />
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Back Row l to r: Frank Fortino, Bill Lavery, Bobby Stewart, Artie Brierley, Ken Merrill, Frank Petrucci, Alex Kramer. <br />
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Year after year in the spring, the bus and the Ridgewood Public Schools truck would pull up to the circle in front of our school in the early morning to take all the 6th grade graders to Camp Green. Mom's would drop off their kids and wave their goodbyes, etc. When our own turn came, the guy driving the open air truck would load up all our duffel bags and we said our own goodbyes to our moms. It was quite the adventure and there was lots of anticipation. Although, there were definitely more than enough verses of "100 Bottles of Beer On the Wall" - yes we sang the song using the word "beer" and it was no big deal but we sang and sang..............and probably drove the bus driver crazy!<br />
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To raise money for camp, our 2 6th grade classes ran various fundraisers. Among them were a bake sale, candy sale and a book fair in the gym - probably the only reason I remember the book sale is because I was on duty with Sue Nunno and our picture got in the local paper. I actually was wearing a sport jacket and tie - wow! Check out the nerdy photo - Sue's lookin' better than me in that one! What made this sale so unique is that we as a class would select and order the books we sold - we did the displays and we did the advertising via posters and flyers.<br />
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Above is a clipping from one of the Ridgewood papers showing Sue Nunno and Ricky Flannery working the book fair to raise money for Camp Green. The book fair was planned by us. We selected and made the book purchases, advertised it with flyers and posters and worked it. I remember being proud about how we had so much input in these fundraisers. The paper said our week of camp would be in April but we actually went from May 8 - 12, 1967. Click on to make larger to read the clipping.<br />
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Above, a 1962 map of Ringwood Manor and Camp Green.<br />
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There was talk about Camp Green from the time we returned from Christmas vacation til the time we departed for camp that May (1967). One of the things our teachers required of us was the keeping of a daily camp diary of our experiences at Camp Green which would be graded. The great thing about camp was that every 6th grade in town would partner up with another school in town - we had quite a few grade schools in town. At Glen School - where I went - we had 2 6th grade classes: Mrs. Bleeden's and Mrs. DeJongh's. I think we paired up with Ridge School but I may be wrong about that one - if anyone knows the answer please let me know!<br />
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I'll admit that while I was excited I also had my share of trepidation - what would I be eating (I was such a picky eater), what guys would I be rooming with - how many of us in the room, what would our schedule be like. But it wasn't "I'm gonna miss home" or anything quite so melodramatic - I was definitely psyched to be going away!<br />
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But before I write about ours and others camp experiences, allow me to give you a short history of Camp Green itself.<br />
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Camp Green - as it was known during the Ridgewood Public Schools camp years (8th graders used it as a science retreat as well), was nestled in the thick, forested hills and ponds in Ringwood NJ at the base of the Ramapo Mountains - 45 miles from Manhattan. It had a total of 11 buildings, which included a vast rustic hall (Cooper Hall) complete with moose heads, stuffed birds and numerous other pieces of memorabilia from past science classes at Cooper Union. There was Hewitt Hall which was where the camp store was. There was the dining hall and the dorms or bunk houses.<br />
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The property that made up Camp Green was formerly a working farm for the estate of Ringwood Manor when it was still owned by the Hewitt family as their summer residence. Years later, the youngest Hewitt child, Erskine Hewitt, donated the estate which is today known as Ringwood State Park but it did not include the portion that was known as the working farm. This portion of the property was willed to Erskine's nephew Norvin Green. Norvin eventually began slowly donating the property in 1940 to Cooper Union Institute in New York City. For many years, Cooper Union utilized the buildings and the site for summer classes in engineering, nature, surveying, the arts, etc. <br />
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Above is a postcard depicting a "Surveying" class for Cooper Union students at what we knew as Camp Green when the camp was known as "Green Engineering Camp".<br />
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In fact, an event of major importance occurred the weekend of May 27, 1950 at what became to be known as the "Green Camp of Engineering" (well before Ridgewood started to have their 6th graders go to camp). On this day - May 27, the first and founding meeting of the SWE - the Society of Women Engineers took place - a sort of convention. More than 60 people - mostly all women - participated in this weekend retreat. The young women hailed from the regional areas of Boston, Philadelphia, New York and Washington DC. The SWE is today the driving force that makes engineering a highly desirable career aspiration for young women. It empowers young women to succeed and advance and be recognized for their contributions and achievements as engineers and leaders. Today the SWE is a very strong and notable organization.<br />
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Above is a "Green Engineering Camp" memory book from 1947. After Norville Green donated the remaining property to Cooper Union, the property - which was once a working farm - would be used for retreats and classes.<br />
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Above, main campus of "Green Engineering Camp".<br />
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Above, school spirit with an old Cooper Union pennant.<br />
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Above, close to 60 young women arrive from the region to attend the "Society of Women Engineers" (SWE) SWE founders weekend at the camp site May, 1950.<br />
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Above, young women attending the SWE founders weekend make their beds.<br />
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Above are all the young women who attended the SWE founders weekend at the Green Engineering Camp May, 1950.<br />
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There were cookouts.<br />
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Outdoor gatherings. <br />
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Above, the SWE ladies play badminton - May, 1950. Cooper Hall is in the background.<br />
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Above, the SWE play softball at the Green Engineering Camp - May, 1950.<br />
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Above, Louise Davis of the Society of Women Engineers speaks in Cooper Hall during the SWE founders weekend - May, 1950.<br />
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The young women of the SWE listen while Louise Davis speaks in Cooper Hall - May, 1950.<br />
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While I am not sure of the year, Green Engineering Camp became known as Camp Green to the various schools that participated in the science and nature programs yet was always known as Green Camp to the alumni of Cooper Union - who even today gather at Ringwood State Park for annual reunions - official and otherwise - celebrating their own time there. <br />
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For us, the camp was not just about learning science, surveying and map making - it was also about learning to be responsible for ourselves. We each were given tasks like kitchen duty - we were called "cruisers" on days when we had kitchen duty which included setting the tables, serving food and cleaning up. <br />
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We were each given a checking account (which I think the teachers managed) - the account held probably $10 or $15 and this is how we purchased our souvenirs such as our sweatshirts and camp hats - in fact it was the only way we could purchase things. We would sit in Hewitt Hall and write out our checks "Pay To the Order of...." at the Camp Store. We also had campfires, talent shows and a square dance which we prepared for during the school year. The whole experience was one of having fun, learning life lessons and learning about some very interesting subjects and worrying about setting yourself up for rejection at the dance!<br />
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Some of the notable landmarks of Camp Green aside from Cooper Hall & Hewitt Hall were Alumni Bridge, the outdoor campfire site, Sally's Pond, the Ringwood Creek, the pine forest, Ringwood Manor and the cemetery. <br />
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Two other famous landmarks - the eagle statue (2 have adorned the entrance to Skylands Manor in Ringwood, NJ - there was only one eagle statue when we attended camp) were among 22 total eagles that once perched atop the old Pennsylvania Station Building in New York City before it was demolished in the early 1960's. The New York Times described the demolition of Penn Station at the time as "......a monumental act of vandalism." <br />
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Above is the famous eagle statue we all climbed on during 6th grade camp at Camp Green. Photo courtesy of Karen Pursiano who attended in 1968.<br />
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Above, another view of the eagle in 1969.<br />
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Above, a Cooper Union outing on the eagle circa 1970. Photo owned by Penneagle.<br />
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Of the 22 original stone eagles, about 14 of them would survive and find new homes. When we attended Camp Green, there was one eagle that we climbed on and took pictures of. After about 10 years at the camp, Cooper Union decided to bring this one back to the city at the time of the sale of the camp property and it found a home in a courtyard of a building owned by Cooper Union on Third Avenue. When that building was sold, Cooper Union ultimately placed the eagle we all climbed on atop its new academic building in 2009. Interestingly, a pair of Penn Station eagles had been discovered discarded in the Meadowlands of New Jersey where they were rescued and placed at the entrance to Skylands Manor in Ringwood where they sit today and have for many years. Each one is approximately 5 feet tall, with wingspans that measure more than 70 inches and weigh nearly 5,700 pounds! But back to our own story..............<br />
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The eagle pictured above was the original one we all climbed on. Cooper Union moved it from Camp Green in 1973 to a courtyard of a building it owned. When that building was sold the eagle was cleaned up and placed atop its new academic building in 2009.<br />
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Above, after Cooper Union had come to take the original Camp Green eagle back to the city, a pair of Penn Station eagles were discovered dumped in the Meadowlands of NJ. They were rescued and placed at the entrance to Skylands Manor.<br />
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On the day we left for camp, I brought my duffel bag to school on the morning of Monday May 8, 1967. I handed it to the guy loading the truck and of course mine was one of the first bags on which meant it was gonna be on the bottom of the huge pile of about 40+ bags - but I didn't give it much thought at the time but it would come back to haunt me that I gave the guy my bag first! Then it was off to Camp! I do recall the great excitement and fun we all used to feel when we boarded a bus - sometimes coach-style buses - for field trips to New York City but Camp Green was even more exciting - especially knowing we wouldn't be coming home til Friday!<br />
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Above, the truck gets loaded with all the kids duffel bags as the parents mill around to say their goodbyes. This was the 1964 6th grade from Somerville. From the leaves it appears they went in the fall.<br />
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Above, 1964 Somerville 6th graders wait to load the bus for the trip to Camp Green.<br />
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Above is the Camp Welcome Song. Sung to the tune of the song "Ol' Texas".<br />
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Below is a condensed version of the daily events based on my own memory and camp diary:<br />
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MONDAY MAY 8, 1967<br />
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When we arrived at the camp, we stopped at the boys bunkhouse building first of course and when the guy was done unloading duffel bags mine was still on the truck! When I told the driver that I needed my bag he gruffly told me "....sorry chief you'll have to pick it up at the girls bunkhouse....." - seriously?! So I wasn't there 5 minutes and I had to walk all the way to the girls bunkhouse, wait for the guy to unload the rest of the bags for the girls and turn around and walk back with my duffel bag - not a great start here! <br />
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Above, l to r Greg Rehe, Jim Smethurst and Wayne Bond in our bunkhouse at Camp Green. Our dorm mom was Mrs. Hamill.<br />
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Anyway, we didn't have time to do much other than throw our bags in our rooms and meet up with Mr. Johnson who took us on a tour of the camp. We had the longest walk to and from our bunkhouse through the pine forest. After the tour we returned to our dorms, where we met our dorm mom Mrs. Hamill and made our beds. I remember Greg Rehe, Jim Smethurst and Wayne Bond were in my particular building and Tom Gorenflo who was from the other school and in a bunk across from me - I idolized Tom - he had a serious girlfriend and I was so impressed by that! I was going "steady" (well, at least I gave my id bracelet to Cindy Pomeroy) but Gorenflo and his girlfriend were actually going out for real - he would always see her when we hooked up with the girls for the various things we did. I think I slept on the top bunk but unsure about that. I do know we always talked a lot even after lights out. We always had to make sure everything was clean and neat and we would get rated on how well we did that and how quiet we were. <br />
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But back to our first day. Once we had our dorm rooms squared away and beds made, we went to the dining hall where we learned the rules of the kitchen. We learned how to properly set a table and also that it would be us at various times during the week who would serve our classmates and clean up. <br />
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Lunch immediately followed and then we joined Mr. Johnson in Cooper Hall for more background on Camp Green. Immediately following this, we went to the camp store which was located in Hewitt Hall where we learned how to use a checking account which was the only way we could purchase items. Following this, we had a rest period followed by dinner in the dining hall - rest period was typically 1 hour..<br />
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After dinner - according to my diary - we went to Cooper Hall where we acted out two plays and recited poetry. Next was our first campfire and someone by the name of Mr. Lindy spoke about campfires - how to safely start and extinguish one. After the campfire, we walked about a quarter of a mile back to our dorms and turned in for the night. Despite Mrs. Hamill having to come in and tell us to quiet down, she awarded us an "Excellent" that night and according to my diary, "That day was great!"<br />
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Above, the outdoor campfire site at Camp Green.<br />
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TUESDAY MAY 9, 1967<br />
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Upon getting up, I made my bed. We joined up with the girls and Dr. Ann Dunham for an early morning bird walk where we spotted and learned about birds such as: the Yellow Warbler, Barn Swallow, Red-Winged Blackbird among others. Then we took a walk through the pine forest which I recall as being fun in itself - there we spotted the Canadian Goose - the forest seemed huge and home to another world. <br />
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After the walk, we all headed for breakfast in the dining hall - lots of walking since our bunkhouse was further away than the girls. Following breakfast, we met up with Dr. Strong, Miss Illiesen and Mrs. DeJongh and headed to the Ringwood River - alternately known as the Ringwood Brook or Creek locally - where we learned how to pan for iron ore and we learned how to sketch trees, flowers, birds and rocks. We would also find pieces of coal. This was followed by lunch. I really enjoyed panning for iron ore but had little luck although my diary states that I found a "half a piece of iron ore".<br />
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Above, while not a scene from Camp Green, all the 6th grade classes tried their hand at panning for iron ore during camp week.<br />
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I'm not sure what day we did it but I do recall learning about map drawing and surveying. Erskine Hewitt had made maps for George Washington - so there was much history at Camp Green about this skill. We would gather up all our measurements and meet in Hewitt Hall where we made charts using the measurements we found.<br />
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Later, we pruned trees for firewood and enjoyed our rest period. Then it was dinner and square dancing - I don't know who was more nervous the guys or the girls but I do recall that I was very apprehensive about the square dancing - nervous about rejection. Refreshments of punch and cupcakes were served during the dance and then we turned in for the night - our dorm got another excellent from Mrs. Hamill!<br />
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WEDNESDAY MAY 10, 1967<br />
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After making our beds, we had breakfast in the dining hall which according to my diary was "....French toast, cocoa and Rice Krispies." On this day, we headed over to "Sally's Pond"where had a "Pond Ecology" class. Using nets we caught tad poles, insects, salamanders and fish. We would discuss and learn the origins of what we caught. <br />
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After a lunch of Sloppy Joes, we did live tree identification followed up by a slide presentation on trees and flowers. Rest period was next. This night at dinner I was a "cruiser" which meant I helped set the tables, served dinner and helped clean up when we were done. After dessert we went to Cooper Hall where we sang songs. That night my roommates and I got our 3rd excellent from Mrs. Hamill!<br />
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Above is the Camp Green dining hall where we ate meals everyday. The doors to the left is the kitchen. Each of us would become cruisers for dinner where we would learn how to set a table, serve our classmates and clean up. This view is from 1950. <br />
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THURSDAY MAY 11, 1967<br />
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Thursday - our last full day at the camp - was supposed to be a busy one. We got up early, made our bunks and headed for breakfast in the dining hall where we dined on pancakes and sausages. Then we went to Cooper Hall where they set out sandwiches for our all-day hike. It started out ok but by the time we had reached the pine forest it started to rain hard. We ate our sandwiches under what little cover we had. All of the girls returned to camp with Mr. Johnson. Some of the guys went further up the mountain (which I believe is Cupsaw Mountain) and the rest of us walked back - soaked to the bone! When we returned to Cooper Hall we took all our wet coats and boots and returned to our dorms where we had an extended rest period of nearly 3 hours instead of the usual 1 hour. I had been looking forward to the hike and was disappointed it got cut short due to the weather. For dinner that night, Mrs. Hunt was supposed to have driven us because it was still raining but her car broke down and we walked in the rain again. After dinner that night, we headed to Cooper Hall for an indoor campfire in the large fireplace - it was the perfect night for it. At the campfire, Mr. Gleason told stories and according to my diary it was "real fun". After getting 3 excellents in row - my bunk mates and I received a "very bad" from Mrs. Hamill - we must have been pretty loud that night I guess - but the rain kept us cooped up all day.<br />
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I do remember chatting up Tom Gorenflo about his girlfriend............<br />
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FRIDAY MAY 12, 1967 - LAST DAY OF CAMP<br />
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Well, we got up for the last time at Camp Green made our bunks and performed dorm chores before going to breakfast. We returned to Cooper Hall for a talk by Mr. Johnson. On this - our last day - we headed to Ringwood Manor and visited the grounds of the estate including the cemetery. Afterwards, we had lunch for the last time in the dining hall. Then we headed back to collect our things and load up our bags on the truck and get on the bus. I probably tried to ensure my bag was not on the bottom this time. According to my last diary entry "....it was fun while it lasted."<br />
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Above, an early turn-of-the-century view of Ringwood Manor.<br />
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Above, this view of Ringwood Manor was taken by Karen Pursiano in the Spring of 1968 when she and her 6th grade class from Glen School went to Camp Green. <br />
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Above, Ringwood Manor as it appears today.<br />
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The grade on my diary was an S- ...ouch! Mrs. DeJongh never really liked me much anyway and never made herself available for help despite being asked - especially with math which I wasn't very good at. She was extraordinarily hard on me. I do remember that many of us were jealous of Mrs. Bleeden's class (our other Glen 6th grade class). This is terrible but I will never forget toward the end of the year when Mrs. DeJongh went to get something out of her desk drawer. She wasn't watching what she was doing and she pushed her hand into a box of pins - she screamed out and I couldn't help laughing! Sweet unitended revenge! Hey - I know that's not nice.............<br />
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Above, my infamous camp diary - not very well-done by any stretch...............<br />
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I must admit my diary was pretty plain - no pictures just text. Linda's Pursiano's sister Karen went to Camp Green in April, 1968 and sent me a copy of her camp diary 3 years ago - and it is amazing compared to mine! Pictures, sketches, well-written. <br />
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Above, the cover of Karen Pursiano's camp diary which was extremely well-done and chocked full of information.<br />
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Karen's diary was a much more detailed one whose descriptions were great! For example:<br />
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April 22, 1968<br />
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".....pine forest is so pleasant to walk in...............sounds of the waterfalls is always in the atmosphere."<br />
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Karen goes on to say that on Tuesday night they put on a talent show where some students played instruments, sang and performed a ventriloquist act.<br />
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On the day of the all day hike Karen writes "I was so tired and weak that I thought I didn't have the strength to walk back. I can guarantee you that I had no trouble getting to sleep that night."<br />
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On the last day of her camp experience, Karen writes:<br />
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"We were all so sad to leave Camp Green, but we knew we possibly could return some other day. Then the driver came and started the bus. Everyone waved to Mr. Johnson, Dr. Dunham, Mrs. Henderson and all of the other helpers of the camp. Slowly the driver pulled out of the camp. We had come to the end of our wonderful experience. Goodbye Camp Green!"<br />
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Above, the last page of Karen Pursiano's camp diary.<br />
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Glen School classes would practice square dancing before leaving for camp.<br />
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Above, Mr. Harrison - 6th grade teacher from Glen School at Camp Green with his class. His and Mr. Montick's class would enjoy their experiences at the Camp in the spring of 1969. Photo taken by and property of Kathy Wescott Burke.<br />
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Above, Cindy Pomeroy - 6th grade Glen School 1969 - wins the panning for iron ore contest for the girls! Also shown is George Yacowicz who won for the boys. It is thought that the girl sitting down on the left is Judy Willson and Cindy Ward standing up. Photo taken by and property of Kathy Wescott Burke.<br />
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Above, Andy Wright who attended Camp Green in its second to last year of operation and wearing the infamous sweatshirt. Andy went to Glen School. Not sure if Andy was modeling the sweatshirt for the Camp or what! Photo property of Andy Wright.<br />
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CLASSMATE CAMP MEMORIES 1967:<br />
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CHIC VOORHIS - "I was pretty into fishin' back then. As I recall, they didn't let us bring fishin' poles, so, I brought a hand line. I baited it, tossed it out in the pond, went to the mess hall. On the way back from dinner, low and behold, there was a big catfish on the end of that hand line! Nice memories - Wayne Bond was soooo jealous!"<br />
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BILL MONTICK Glen School and Willard School 6th grade teacher writing to both Margaret Silvers and myself - "Margaret and Rick - Haven't thought of Camp Green in years but if my memory serves me correctly, it was owned and operated by Cooper Union College. They had staff up there and then Ridgewood brought in their own naturalists. Jenny Scherr and Ann Dunham were two of the women who worked for Ridgewood Schools.......Do you remember Ralph Bogertman? He was the Director of Science for the school system and always did a unit on mapping at the camp. He was always one of my favorites, both as a friend and as a mentor. Unfortunately, all three of the people I've mentioned have since passed away."<br />
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BETH DALY - "I only remember that Camp Green was my first trip away from my parents!"<br />
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BRUCE MENEGHIN - "Wow, Camp Green! Yeah, I've got plenty of memories from there. Remember getting challenged to find the small tree planted in the crook of a larger tree? I think it was Gary Vukov who spotted it alongside the road to the main hall. Also, I remember resounding choruses of "Age of Aquarius" from the boys dorm..........and the old German dorm mom who hid her eyes when she stood at the doorway to tell us to shut up!"<br />
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KATIE KNIGHT - "I remember the square dances with the other school, the big dorm rooms with metal beds all in a row, the dining hall and all those nature hikes. Really enjoyed that camp."<br />
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BETH PERDUE - "Camp Green was held at Ringwood Manor which is open to the public. The Barn now has art shows and was the (girls) dorm during our camp days. I feel like I remember Camp Green vividly as on off-the-scale great time. I sure wish school budgets could still provide that. I do live (in the area) and have spent many hours strolling the grounds at Ringwood Manor for the past 21 years."<br />
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BETH PERDUE (I had written Beth again asking if she could identify a couple of photos and she wrote this) - "I sure wish I had some pictures of Camp Green. I don't remember much but I do remember that it was one of the best weeks ever! Maybe that's why I go there almost every day to walk the dog. It's still a place I love."<br />
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DIANA WAGNER (Glen School Class of 1969) - "I remember using early geometry to figure out the distance to some building over a pond and of course dorm living with bunk beds. I think Trisha Daly and I shared a bunk. I also remember some of those Willard (or was it Orchard) kids smoking cigarettes and of course the early hook-up between some of the Willard and Glen kids."<br />
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MISS BEATTIE our 3rd grade Glen School teacher who had also taught a 6th grade class - "I don't remember it being called Camp Green but since I taught 6th grade my last year (at Glen School) I went to the Cooper Union camp in Ringwood for the week. It was a great experience and I remember Charlotte Nash who was the math specialist teaching us all how to be surveyors. Something I haven't needed too much in my life I must admit!"<br />
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KAREN PURSIANO - Glen School Class 1969 - "I went back to Ringwood State Park with my husband and son about 5-8 years ago. I think out of all my experiences at Glen, that was by far the greatest. It was the "right of passage" - in a sense our unique Glen way of graduating from childhood. Anyway, I was looking for the old dormitory with my husband. It was gone, but it was kind of eerie. There was something - I cannot remember exactly what - a marker or plaque on the ground that marked the exact spot where the camp once stood. Maybe I will go back this Spring and see if I can find it. Do you remember the old scary cemetery there? And collecting pieces of coal. Dreading having to eat oatmeal each morning! I still have my piece of coal that I dug up. Of course the cemetery and the Manor House are still there......" <br />
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CARA WORTHINGTON - "The best - so much fun! I loved the freedom we had to explore and be outside. I know we learned a lot, but it just seemed like a great time."<br />
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KEN MERRILL - "Large gathering of classmates for all meals. Never sleeping very well!"<br />
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OTHER RIDGEWOOD SCHOOL MEMORIES:<br />
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DEBRA SOVOIA WHELAN - Ridgewood Class of '73 - "I went to Camp Green with Willard School - I think it was in Spring of 1967. We panned for gold, had square dances - we practiced with our partners for a long time at school before the week of camp. My partner was James Stevenson. Had the nature walk that we had to write down our observations on trees, birds. I think that we had all kinds of plans about staying up all night and sneaking out but I think we didn't want to get into trouble or we were too tired - not sure but nothing bad sticks out. I just remember that we were panning for gold or some kind of metal and it was fun. It was different than anything we had done in the backyard or the neighborhood.................."<br />
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DOROTHY BERGER KEHE - "I went to Somerville School. We went in 6th grade. I still have the little notebook we were supposed to keep for the week. I was in the group Ringwood Rattlers. I Remember gathering at Cooper Hall for meetings in the evening. Hikes, ghost stories. Fun! We would share what we learned that day and sing a few songs. I also returned again to Camp Green in 8th grade for Science Camp. I attended BF. We were lucky to be a part of an archaeological dig of one of the iron forge furnaces. I have an article from the paper about it. A Mr. Robinson was the lead archaeologist that helped us. I believe Ringwood Manor is now a state park. Don't know when the trips for schools was stopped. Fun times and great memories."<br />
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CHRISTINA BUCK ARMSTRONG RHS Class of 1967 Christina went to 6th grade camp at Camp Bernie but attended science camp in 8th grade at Camp Green - the pictures Christina provided are of Camp Green but in 8th grade - "I know that I went to Camp Bernie in 6th grade (camp 1961), (but) I went to 8th grade science camp at Camp Green. .........here is some of what I learned about my experiences at 8th grade science camp at Camp Green in April 1963. Anything in quotes comes directly from my diary......I loved it. We were there for four days. GW and BF kids were there together. GW girls slept upstairs and BF girls downstairs in a building near the dining hall; boys had to go through the pine forest to get to their cabins. At meals, 3 BF boys would sit with 3 GW girls, etc. - all assigned alphabetically. This resulted in some proprietary feelings and "How dare they" when 3 particularly desirable GW boys were all at one table with 3 BF girls! (That's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the drama that went on!) My evaluation of ecology was that it "stank". There was an hour of recreation each day. It included softball for the boys (using a hardball instead) until we took it away from them with a little game of keep-away! We also played a mob game of basketball - girls against the boys."<br />
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DIANNE MILLER RHS Class of 1967 - "I came to Union Street School after my classmates went to Camp Green - darn!! (Dianne did go to 8th grade science camp at Camp Green) ".....I loved the camp! The big ol' dining hall, the bunk beds. There was a forest nearby. At least, I remember it that way.....One night I woke when everyone else was asleep. I told a boy I'd meet him in the woods. I didn't go. I'd never met a boy alone anywhere before, but enjoyed being asked........"<br />
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JENS LARSON RHS Class of 1977 - "My 6th grade year would have been around 1971 - I was at Willard. I remember the director of the camp knew all the kids names the first day we were there and we had never met him before. I thought it was magic! I don't remember his name though."<br />
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MARY STPEHANIE HOOD RHS Class of 1973 - "Although I went to Camp Green a long tome ago (1967), I remember eating oatmeal every morning for breakfast and learning how to write out checks for purchases. I also remember how tall the evergreen trees were and how soft the fallen needles were when we walked on them." Mary went to Somerville School for 6th grade.<br />
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ANN LARSON RHS Class of 1970 - "Wow memories galore! I went with Mr. Slicker's 6th grade in 1963..........Worst memory from 6th grade (camp) was the day they forced all the girls to take showers - no separate stalls! Best memories were from the National Honor Society "retreat" there in Winter '70. With snow on the ground, we wished we had sleds. The caretaker helped us break into a kitchen closet to get serving trays for the purpose!............."<br />
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ROBERT EISENHARDT RHS Class of 1973 - "I went in 6th grade from Ridge School. I never EVER had better oatmeal for breakfast than at Camp Green. Now for Ringwood Manor, go there for the Christmas celebration, it runs for 2 weeks in December and is well worth the trip. I also visited Camp Green a few years ago and was given and was given a walk-thru by staff - wonderful visit."<br />
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LISA MEHLMAN BRAUN - "My mom and I went to Camp Green for an Ethical Culture retreat type of thing when I was around 12 or 13 I think - so maybe around 1971. I remember my mom stayed in a little cottage that I had to go through the beautiful pine grove to get to. I stayed in a big old building - in a dormitory - where bats used fly through - it was a blast! We had all kinds of neat activities - yoga, art. One day we went to a quarry type pool to swim......mostly all vague memories - but very nice ones!"<br />
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CORINNE CANALI - RHS Class of 1973 - "I remember Camp Green well! In fact, over the past 10 years I've driven up to Ringwood Manor and the outlying area behind it to look for the "old dorms"! Now I know why I couldn't find it. Had no idea they tore down much of it. I remember the walks, even time for artwork. In fact, somewhere I still have a sketch I did of the Manor that got me a commendation! I remember the hikes, the wandering off to the cemetery there and believing half the stories of the ghosts!"<br />
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Below are Sandy Brown's memories of Camp Green. Sandy went to Glen School and attended the camp in 1968:<br />
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"Well you asked for it! I typed up my Camp Green memories and will paste them below. It looks like you were just one year ahead of me.<br />
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"Such long awaited excitement for all of us - a week away from home and school! We brought our suitcases to school and kissed our mothers goodbye, all the time anxiously glancing over our shoulders at the school bus that would take us away to Camp Green.<br />
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"The giant dormitory where we deposited our luggage was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Janice Malley and I chose bunks close together and we'd talk quietly at night, after the lights had been turned off, until we were shushed. It was hard for me to sleep with all the noises around me.<br />
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"Every day was a new adventure and there was so much to do and to be done. Children from different schools took over the flag ceremony each day, as well as groups who would collect information for the weather report. Not much more involved than the wet rock/dry rock experiments, but it felt like an honor to be able to report our results for the whole camp's use.<br />
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"I remember they mixed up the seating in the dining room, so I had a chance to get to know kids from other schools who sat at my table. I sat across from Peter Wilkerson, who unfortunately had a broken leg in a cast. I can't remember what school he came from, but I do remember the endless "almost" flirtation we engaged in. And I remember the joy at being to step out of character and try on a couple of different persona's. Gone was the good Sandy. I distinctly remember the gross-out experiments at each meal, showing my table mates giant mouthfuls of masticated food! I was being bad! It was so much fun!<br />
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"I remember our biology-in-the-field-day with the woman doctor whose name I can't remember.......... taking us out, tramping around, wading in what looked to me like a swamp (Sally's Pond) to bring back a frog for us to marvel at. I also remember when we got back to the campgrounds and she removed her wading boots, there was a leach stuck to one of her legs Yuck! Total gross-out!<br />
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"And there was the day we learned about the ore in the area and panned for ore ourselves in the stream. We were given magnets, later, so we could entertain ourselves, collecting the tiny bits of ore from the envelope they had been put in.<br />
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"And there were the monetary lessons we learned from our first checking account and candy at the commissary! It was interesting to see the money in the account slowly disappear with those nightly candy bar purchases. A lesson in consequences. I felt so grown-up making out those checks for my small purchases!<br />
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"I distinctly remember Thursday was the day we hiked over to Ringwood Manor. Walk, walk, walk. That's what we did most of the day. Why do I remember that it was a Thursday? Well, because that was also the night of Camp Green dance, as though we had any energy left. Everybody jumped into those communal showers after the hike to get our hair washed and get prettied up as best as we could. I even tucked those despicable cat-eye glasses in my purse, hoping to improve my chances at being noticed. When Mrs. Bleeden asked about the missing glasses, I advised her I had somehow forgotten to put them on. Silly me!<br />
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"I remember the Talent Show at the end of the week. The boys from our 2 6th grade classes had something up their sleeves and I couldn't wait to find out what they were going to do. Although I seem to remember some of the teachers shocked us with their talents, nothing could have prepared me for all those boys singing "H-A-double R-I-S-O-N spells Harrison, Harrison " (Mr. Harrision was the other 6th grade teacher at Glen). The look on Mr. Harrison's face was priceless! I'm still amazed at their courage. Camp Green was unforgettable!"<br />
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Above, a 1962 version of a brochure for Ringwood Manor State Park and its surrounding sites.<br />
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Above, the second part of the 1962 brochure.<br />
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CAMP GREEN TODAY<br />
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In the Spring of 1973, Cooper Union's 1,000 acre Green Camp - affectionately known to Ridgewood, NJ 6th graders as "Camp Green" - was broken up and sold to the State of New Jersey. All but 173 acres were used by the state's Juvenile Justice Commission for a reform school called "Green Residential Community Home" - the center serves a maximum of 32 teens. The remaining 173 acres was designated as part of the park it is today I believe. <br />
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At the time in 1973, Cooper Union expected a windfall of $10,000,000 from the sale. While citing upkeep of the camp which was relatively small ($150,000 annually) - for school that was tuition-free and depended heavily on donations the sale would give them unprecedented cash for use at Cooper Union in the city.<br />
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Cooper Union actually attempted to sell the property in 1971 but was met with strong student and alumni opposition and resulted in the board holding off temporarily. But despite a $20,000 study of the camp the board was pre-disposed to the idea of the sale and the vote - 11 board members - would vote unanimously in 1973 to sell it and on June 28, 1973 it was shut it down. I like to think that the last ones to use the camp were 6th graders from New Jersey who experienced for the last time the benefits of Camp Green.<br />
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Below are more photos contributed by Christina Buck-Armstrong who attended 8th grade science camp in 1963 that make up our Camp Green scrapbook - enjoy and thanks Christina!<br />
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Above photo courtesy of Christina Buck-Armstrong - RHS Class of 1967. She attended BF Science Camp at Camp Green in 1963.<br />
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Above, a baseball game at Camp Green - 1963. Courtesy of Christina Buck-Armstrong.<br />
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Above, down time at Camp Green 1963. Courtesy of Christina Buck-Armstrong.<br />
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Above, outside Cooper Hall Camp Green 1963. Courtesy of Christina Buck-Armstrong.<br />
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Above, a scene at Camp Green 1963. Photo courtesy of Christina Buck-Armstrong.<br />
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Above, boys near the outdoor camp fire site at Camp Green 1963. Photo courtesy of Christina-Buck Armstrong.<br />
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Above, outside Cooper Hall Camp Green 1963. Photo courtesy of Christina Buck-Armstrong.<br />
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Above, having some fun at Camp Green 1963. Photo courtesy of Christina Buck-Armstrong.<br />
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Above, waiting to load the truck with the duffel bags and the bus to go home - Camp Green 1963. Photo courtesy of Christina Buck-Armstrong.<br />
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THE FAMOUS BLACKSMITH BUILDING<br />
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Above, the "Smithy" building at Ringwood Manor just around the corner to the left is Camp Green as it look in 1937. <br />
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Above, the "Smithy" as it appears today - this is the back view. <br />
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Above, the "Smithy" from the front as it looks today.<br />
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Above, this is a scene of Ridgewood kids in 1963 at Camp Green. On the left side of the photo is the "Smithy" from the back as it appeared at the time. Photo courtesy of Christina Buck-Armstrong.<br />
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CAMP GREEN - EPILOGUE<br />
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Many former Ridgewood students still make treks to Ringwood State Park searching for "their" old camp. (The girls might be surprised to know that the old girl's dorm is now an art gallery there). But we're not the only ones, Cooper Union alumni also cherish their time there.<br />
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Here is a short write-up about Cooper Union alumni and Green Camp:<br />
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"Whatever memories alumni recount of Green Camp - be it the halcyon days of freshman orientation, engineering survey classes, painting groups, weekend visits organised by student leaders or just the experience of a rural setting with other Cooper Union students - they all share their stories enthusiastically. And so it was during Alumni Day on September 20, 2009 when some returned and others experienced for the first time the history and beauty of the former site of "Green Camp" and the surrounding acres of Ringwood State Park, NJ. <br />
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"Ranging in class years from 1945 to 2008, alumni with family and friends took advantage of the pristine late summer weather to hike, picnic and tour the grounds and former estate of Abram and Sarah Amelia Cooper Hewitt's Ringwood Manor. <br />
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"Other highlights were the 43rd Annual Fall Open Juried Exhibition of the Ringwood Manor Arts Assosciation in the Carriage Barn Art Gallery (former dorm) and traditional 19th century blacksmithing demonstrations. But none topped the much anticipated trek along the historic carriage road to the site of the former Green Camp (Ridgewood's beloved "Camp Green") and the anecdotes regaled by Ron Weinstein (CE '67) and other alumni whose lives were transformed by this unique Cooper Union experience."<br />
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Above, the plaque that dedicated Ringwood Manor as a "Registered National Historic Landmark" in 1966, the year before my class would attend Camp Green.<br />
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Above and below Ringwood Manor in the winter. <br />
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It's funny how something that was part of our life for 5 short days can hold such great memories.<br />
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If you would like to add your experiences, photos or movies to this post please contact Rick Flannery at <a href="mailto:cmadbase@yahoo.com">cmadbase@yahoo.com</a>.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-24677079218134659772011-09-08T00:30:00.000-07:002011-09-08T00:30:45.865-07:00Found An Old Valentine!!Remember Valentine's Day in school? When we were kids in Glen School - at least up until the 4th grade, it was a pretty cool day of the year. The guys would make like it was really no big deal except for the party and the refreshments which WAS actually a big deal - the usual great mom-homemade stuff! But there were the cards too - always the cards! Don't kid yourself - we all couldn't wait to get a card from someone we liked! The beauty of it was that no one got left out - regardless. Everybody was expected to buy their annual Valentine cards and take the time to fill one out for each kid in your class and your teacher. <br />
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When we were in first grade and probably even second grade we even made elaborate boxes that we would drop all our written cards in and they'd be "delivered" to our desks by our classmates - "one for you, one for you......". <br />
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I bring this story up only because it made me remember an innocent time and made me smile. When my mom passed away, she had a bunch of my papers and things among her own. My mom would sometimes salvage things after I threw them away as I got older. Now please don't laugh, among the things that I found was a Valentine card I had saved as a kid - I placed it on my mirror and it remained there for a long time. Now believe me I realize this sounds really silly to most people but if you're even the slightest bit sentimental (I say that a lot!) you'll get it. Over time I forgot about the card of course - you're so busy living your life.<br />
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The valentine was from Karen Eide - even when I was little I didn't pretend to think it was anything more than 1 of 30 cards Karen may have written to each one of us - but it WAS from her and so it held a prominent place in the edge of my mirror. To find this among my mom's papers was the coolest thing - my mom knew what it had meant to me at one time and finding it just brought a smile to my face. There was a small packet of other Valentine's from everybody which was rubber-banded but Karen's was loose on top and I immediately remembered when I was like 8 or 9 or whatever sliding it into my mirror! <br />
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Going through a parents papers and things after they have passed away is not easy - you stuff a couple of boxes in the attic and say "One day I'll go through them" - well the day came and it is like revisiting the times when you were younger. My mom's and dad's love letters, letters mom got back from my uncle in World War II - I mean really special stuff. It's as if she was saying "Rick, you don't want to throw this out - you'll be happy you have it one day!" She's right - some things you just can't part with! She knew it would make me smile!<br />
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The innocence of one's childhood is special and the importance of this card to a little kid (me) I remember like it was yesterday! Growing up is sometimes difficult - always bumps in the road at almost every age it seems - but one's life is also filled with great memories. I remember how difficult it was to ride my bike around Karen's neighborhood and I already mentioned how I would never knock on Karen's door at Halloween despite going to every house in her neighborhood (can you imagine?) - but Karen was one person I never wanted to find out didn't like me - never wanted her to not say hi. <br />
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How great that life brings special friends back into your life - Artie understood it - he never stopped remembering while he was living for today. Like I told Cara, we're all like brothers and sisters. What saps we are sometimes but it doesn't matter - I stopped caring what people thought some time ago! Sorry Karen - hope this didn't embarrass you!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-27109184184557336042011-09-02T11:21:00.000-07:002011-09-02T11:21:15.091-07:00Show Me the Way To Go Home - From Glen School!At Glen School - most of us walked to and from school. We also went home for lunch. I'm guessing I walked back & forth to school 5,000 times!!!!! Is that possible? Well generally, we walked to school 2 times a day and home 2 times a day - 7 years (K-6) - 180 days of the year! <br />
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Above - Salem Lane - this path was taken by tons of kids who lived on the other side of Van Emburgh Ave, E Glen Ave, Allison Court or Gateway Road.<br />
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There were 3 paths we took for the most part. There was Salem Lane which Cara, Linda, Artie, Beth P, Jennifer, Betsy and so many others took home most of the time. <br />
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Above - the cement steps that lead to Westbrook Road. Merrill, Vukov, Rehe, Koper all took this way to get home. I too would sometimes take this route home talking with friends along the way and taking a half hour or more to get home!<br />
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Above - the same steps to Westbrook Rd. All the Salem Ridge kids would go to the right to Eastbrook, Norgate, Roslyn Rd and many others.<br />
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Then there was the West Brook Rd / Quackenbush routes. If you took a right when you got up the steps or simply walked across the baseball field toward the little tree in the corner - you were headed to Roslyn Rd, East Gate, Norgate, Eastbrook, Arrow Lane, etc - Margaret Silvers, Karen Eide, Chic Voorhis, Ann Rimmer, Katie, Hank, Doug and many others would take that route. If you went up the steps and headed straight you headed for Quackenbush, North Rd and E Glen Ave. <br />
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Above - the long, narrow macadam path I would usually take to and from school.<br />
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Then there was the long macadam pathway that led to E Glen Ave - this is the route I took most of the time but I also took Westbrook to Quackenbush if I happened to be walking home with Gary Vukov, Ken Merrill, Jan Koper - they lived along the way. For me, taking that route was not a long distance but it would take me longer to get home because I would get side-tracked trading baseball cards or talking with friends or exploring the woods or the field by the Breitweiser's!<br />
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Going home for lunch was great! You had basically an hour and you'd get home pretty quickly. I would often run home if there was a new song I liked on the radio - WABC-AM radio in NY tended to play their popular songs at specific times! Otherwise you'd watch a favorite rerun of a tv show then take the walk back to school.<br />
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When you got to ride your bike to and from school that was even better!<br />
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When walking along those 3 paths today - they really haven't changed and they bring back a lot of memories of running home to catch the end of a World Series game on the radio or if it was the fall, getting home to play football while there was still enough light! Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-27272887723378466542011-08-17T12:47:00.000-07:002011-08-17T12:50:18.414-07:00The Glen School Checkerboard!Yes, I know this is a fluff story - but I was at the school recently (passing through as usual) and taking photos. Roamed around behind the school and saw that the checkerboard is still there - well kind of. It's a bit over-grown. The original (I think) alternated between cement (white) and macadam (black) and had a corner that was filled with sand - the sand is still there too but grass has filled in. <br />
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Above a photo of Glen School just before it opened in 1959 as construction was winding down. You get a great view of the checkerboard as it looked when new! We probably played some sort of game incorporating the boxes. The large white box at the top corner was sand. The perimeter has now filled in with trees and brush over the years.<br />
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The perimeter that has a little slope used to be wide open and led to a small creek where we used to hang out looking for salamanders and turtles. The perimeter has been completely covered now. Like all things, our playground seemed so big back in the day but is pretty small - it was a lot of fun though! If I remember right we had an amazing swing set, a well-made, colorful slide, see-saws and monkey bars. Just about every good weather day would be spent out there!<br />
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Above is the checkerboard as it appears today (August, 2011). I was psyched to see it still there despite being over grown.<br />
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Above the back of Glen School from the checkerboard. The three doors you see represent our first, second and third grade classrooms (left to right).<br />
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Above the checkerboard during the winter - photo was taken in December, 2008.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-79358465651839482362011-08-11T20:05:00.000-07:002011-08-12T07:57:08.685-07:00Grace Hensley: A 1st Grade Class Update!The blogosphere - there are so many blogs out there - some for politics, some to talk about one's interests. Then there's this kind! I'm not saying this is the best kind but I started this almost 3 years ago and never expected much from it but selfishly it has brought a lot to me. I mean imagine my excitement when my first grade teacher - Pat Mercer emailed me back in early 2009 and said "This is Pat Mercer" - whoa! <br />
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Well the good things keep coming! This next story is one of those you wouldn't think would happen but hoped would. It's an update to an earlier story about our first grade class - you can find the original story about our class using the search box on this blog.<br />
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Grace Hensley - born Grace Mulligan - she probably would've given anything to be a teacher but for one school year - Glen School 1961-62 - she was just that! She was my first grade teacher's right hand that year.<br />
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You have to understand our first grade class was huge - 32 kids in all and Pat needed help! Well as luck would have it this was the year Grace - age 50 - was looking to go back to work and applied at the Ridgewood, NJ Board of Education. They immediately sent her to Glen School.<br />
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Above is our first grade class - Pat Mercer is on the left and Grace Hensley on the right! <br />
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Above photo: back row l to r: Raleigh Hensley's sister-in-law Bertha, Grace's husband Raleigh Hensley, Grace's daughter Jane, Grace Hensley. Front row l to r: Kathy's cousins Sally and Jimmy, Kathy Hensley. This was about the same time Grace would have been assisting Pat Mercer in our first grade class.<br />
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I regretted not having enough information about Grace and as with other favorite Glen School teachers who have since passed away - I always hope a family member will Google their mom's name and find the blog and that's exactly what Grace's daughter Kathy did!<br />
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With the help of Kathy, here is a wonderful and heartbreaking update to the Grace Hensley story.<br />
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Grace Hensley was born and raised in Jersey City, NJ and graduated from Dickinson High School. Grace always had fun telling everyone that she attended school with Frank Sinatra - which she did, though Sinatra was younger.<br />
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Above is Dickinson High School as it appears today - gone are the rolling grassy slopes and in it's place - parking lots of course!<br />
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Grace met her husband Raleigh at an Uncle's house and they were married in 1943. Raleigh was from Kentucky and was in the Army at the time. He was stationed in Paramus, NJ (he manned a searchlight for an anti-aircarft group - yes in Paramus, NJ!)<br />
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Above is Raleigh Hensley in the Army.<br />
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Upon getting married, Raleigh was shipped off to Europe where he served in the war.<br />
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As a young wife, Grace came to love interior decorating - much to Raleigh's dismay. At least he got to paint - but then Grace started hanging wallpaper (which she was quite good at!)<br />
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Grace also loved to cook and entertain family and friends - she loved her family more than anything.<br />
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Grace and Raleigh would settle into domestic life and had 2 daughters - Jane born in Jersey City, NJ in 1948 and Kathy born in Ridgewood in 1952.<br />
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The Hensley's would reside in Jersey City (Grace's hometown) for a while after Raleigh's return from the war until Raleigh was discharged from the army. <br />
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The Hensley's would move to Ridgewood, NJ in 1950 and bought 108 Circle Avenue! Can you imagine the cost of that house in 1950? $9,000!!!! It's just crazy what our folks paid for their homes in those days! Anyway, Grace and Raleigh truly made this home their own and Kathy recently took a picture of it when passing through during her reunion weekend in 2010.<br />
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Kathy's own 2 children would be born in Ridgewood as well despite the long trip from Vernon, NJ which is where they lived!<br />
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About being assigned as a teacher's assistant Kathy's says of her mom:<br />
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"....I know she loved her job.....as I said, that first year was the best. What a wonderful way to get back into the workforce.......to have a job she adored!"<br />
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Above is the Ridgewood, NJ Board of Education offices where Grace worked from 1962-1977. The 1961-62 school year would be the only one that Grace would be in a classroom, but she would remain with the Board of Education in Ridgewood as a secretary until her retirement in December 1977 when she and her husband Raleigh left Ridgewood for Hamburg, NJ. <br />
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Above Raleigh and Grace Hensley.<br />
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After she moved away from Ridgewood, Grace kept in touch with the many friends from work - she truly missed working there.<br />
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Kathy also says: "What she did miss the very most was being in your class and working with Pat."<br />
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At the age of 9, Kathy remembers her mom talking about our first grade class - telling stories about us painting with straws and Pat Mercer's classic, funny ways to get us to remember things like the order of the planets! Pat's way always made Grace smile and laugh - she loved it!<br />
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Pat and Grace got along incredibly well and Grace would often refer to Pat as her "third daughter".<br />
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At the end of our first grade school year, Pat married Rennie DiLauro. Kathy remembers this about Pat's wedding:<br />
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"I remember at the end of the school year when Pat & Rennie got married and my parents went down to Margate (NJ) for the wedding. I don't remember my mom ever looking forward to a wedding as much as Pat & Rennie's!"<br />
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Kathy also recalls Grace - having returned to the Board of Education - hearing about Bruce Cuneen's passing (he was a young boy in my class who was sick and passed away at a very young age) and the untimely passing of our principal Art Linden and his wife Mary and how sad she was about it.<br />
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Kathy fondly remembers babysitting for 2 of Pat's 3 kids - Joanne and John when the DiLauro's lived on Spring Avenue in Ridgewood.<br />
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After Grace and Raleigh retired they enjoyed their 6 grandchildren - daughter Jane would have 4 children and Kathy had 2 - Taryn and Patrick. It truly breaks my heart to write that Kathy's beautiful daughter Taryn was killed in a drunk driver accident in 2004. I just don't have the words Kathy................Grace too would pass away in 2004 and Kathy took comfort in knowing that her mom never knew about her granddaughter's accident.<br />
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Above, Kathy's beautiful children - Taryn and Patrick.<br />
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Above, Kathy's daughter Taryn.<br />
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Grace was 92 years old when she passed away. Grace & Raleigh were able to celebrate 53 years of marriage together. Kathy and her sister Jane are graduates of Ridgewood High Scool - Jane was Class of 1965 and Kathy Class of 1970.<br />
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Above: a stunning Kathy Hensley - Ridgewood High School yearbook photo - 1970. How many yearbooks did she sign!<br />
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I am very grateful to you Kathy for going out of your way to contact me. Kathy recently got together with our first grade teacher Pat DiLauro. I hope you can crash one of our reunions! <br />
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Grace Hensley contributed so much to our first grade class and the combination of her and Pat as a team are a major reason why that class is so memorable.<br />
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Kathy in front of 108 Circle Avenue in Ridgewood, NJ 2010 - where she grew up!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-34108442988602721842011-08-02T19:34:00.000-07:002011-08-03T11:57:58.519-07:00The "Can't Get Lost In Bergen County" Signs!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3b4K6m-liyqOaGNfAVDwmGYV3-g2xffLeuL1sAXRs5fFl21lvDaJjjy65eOw6M_jzEQ1JQQumZLesgisebdx2I0PkwVNMAcV6qhZrtOKLkJ9KHxnGy2szF4oWCV5Em1WfYPjatrBVEFl/s1600/041a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3b4K6m-liyqOaGNfAVDwmGYV3-g2xffLeuL1sAXRs5fFl21lvDaJjjy65eOw6M_jzEQ1JQQumZLesgisebdx2I0PkwVNMAcV6qhZrtOKLkJ9KHxnGy2szF4oWCV5Em1WfYPjatrBVEFl/s320/041a.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Remember when you got your permit - your license in Ridgewood NJ? It was exciting to be sure - for me being so young I didn't turn 17 until November of my senior year but when I got my license - whooo - had wheels with my girl! <br />
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I was driving around in a '65 Rambler which looking back was actually a pretty cool car - though I didn't think so at the time. I remember when Paul Adamo got me a "good" deal on an 8-track tape player - I hooked it up under the front seat for some reason - I guess to keep the radio untouched. <br />
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Driving around Bergen County - I knew my way around pretty good - but Bergen County towns had these great signs - they were at every major intersection - they would list 4 towns - all different directions, sometimes not - you would look quickly and say "Oh, yeah, just go this way". You could not possibly get lost in Bergen County. <br />
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Whoever came up with that idea - thank you! Many late nights the signs bailed me out!!<br />
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They used to be black & white but recently I was down in Ridgewood (trying to find Jill's house) and I was pleased to find one of those classic "can't get lost in Bergen County" signs (now green & white) - happy to see they still do them!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-34016293343677532052011-08-02T17:26:00.000-07:002011-09-07T05:17:59.418-07:00You Gotta Come to the BF/GW Reunion - Here's A Growing List!!Hey I'll post an ongoing list of who's coming to our reunion - we don't even know cost, etc yet but it will be at a hotel in deference to those flying in.<br />
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Please check out the BF/GW blog for current details and the list of who's coming - you can find the blog at <a href="http://bfgw1970.blogspot.com/">http://bfgw1970.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Details will be posted everywhere so you can't miss them. Also we'll set up a temporary BF blog so you can check the details and maybe a couple of stories - I will also search for BF teachers - Rusty I'll need your help!<br />
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Saturday November 12 is the date - mark it down - awesome people are coming! I will make personal appeals to everyone in the next week! Beth Perdue, Diane Coleman, Jan Potdevin(!), Daun, Appleton, O'Connor - you've all got to come - <br />
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Who's Coming So Far:<br />
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Me!<br />
Ann Rimmer<br />
Katie Knight<br />
Karen Eide<br />
Cara Worthington<br />
John Wescott<br />
Terri Dimodugno<br />
Penny Ward<br />
Ken Merrill<br />
Maryanne Vaz<br />
Margaret Silvers<br />
Gayle Allard <br />
Cathy O'Neill<br />
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You wanna have a great weekend - come to this!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-53626214343797311262011-08-01T12:26:00.000-07:002011-08-03T17:31:10.347-07:00More Glen School Candids!Here's some more candid Glen School era photos! Thanks everybody! Be sure to click on the photos to enlarge!<br />
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Above is part of my class during a field trip to the Central Park Zoo. Photo courtesy of Katie Knight. From l to r: Lisa Faeth, Suzy Nunno, Carl Vrabel (ready for lunch!), Beth Perdue, Penny Ward riding the statue and Jill Neandross peeking in from behind!<br />
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Above from l to r: Ricky Flannery, best friend Melanie Teasley and Skipper Hartman in my backyard.<br />
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Above is a photo of Margaret Silvers' 1966 birthday party. Mags didn't get the opportunity to celebrate her birthday at home too often because her family always left for Maine. I will add the names later but that's Margaret first one on the left in the first photo and that's her in the second photo. Photo is property of Margaret Silvers.<br />
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Above from l to r: Virginia Flannery and Cynthia Pomeroy (Cindy's mom!) at a bar-b-que at the Menghin's house.<br />
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Above me in my bedroom - folding my pants??? - the box in the photo on my dresser is filled with good baseball cards!<br />
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Above photo is of later Glen School kids programming the Commodore PET 2001 computer - what an antique. There are actually clubs where members own and get together to talk about and use their Commodore PET computers - wow!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-83433257745214312122011-07-31T21:09:00.000-07:002011-09-07T05:22:53.246-07:00Reflecting ----- Again!So I'm looking at myself and wondering "Why do I still write this blog?" - honestly, how much can one say about an elementary school - about one's life when they were a preteen?<br />
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It is fun but it is like thereapy I guess - I loved that time (growing up) - I loved my teens - I love my current life - yes, I have fitfully progressed! There have been sad times but I never tried to dwell on those, yet life can be cruel sometimes - like when my dad became ill suddenly. He loved to golf - he never had much time to do it but he loved it. When I was a teen I was embarrassed to be with my folks - they didn't understand me, etc - it's not true of course, its just what I was thinking as a teen in search of myself. Embarrassed about my parents(!) - can you imagine!!?? How terrible and how incredibly patient were my parents to let me ride it all out. I would be crushed if my kids thought that about me! <br />
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Well when I finally broke out of those teen years - I saw the light. I was in retail before changing careers and I thought, "Gee, Dad is retiring, how cool would it be to meet up for lunch every 2 weeks or so and golf together once in a while" - to laugh about our lives together - to say sorry without saying it but showing my dad this was the real me - to hoist a drink together. Then he got sick - it was devestating. <br />
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Maybe this (the blog) is a way for me to revisit a time when my folks were around and I was psyched about it - not embarrassed - who knows.<br />
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Am I really becoming this deep - me of all people!? Most times in my life have been incredible - truly. My own family - having children, wow! There have been the tough moments to - losing my folks obviously - a friend who lost a young child to a freak accident - worst wake I have ever been too (love you Sally) - losing uncles and aunts, some whose lives were cut too short - Carl Vrabel's dad (it took me a while to get over that) - Jan Potdevin's mom - Jim O'Brien - how did I never say anything to you about losing your dad so young? There have been difficult moments for others and some I won't share here but I have thought of you - but yes during all these bad moments I felt terrible - in fact that's why for me I DID feel so selfish about Jan Potdevin showing up unexpectedly at our Glen reunion - what an unexpected special moment - the best kind - I know she didn't want to do it - but she did it - all by herself - an hours drive not knowing what to expect - I understood but how happy I was when Terri said "Guess who's here!" - I didn't even get to say thanks and goodbye to Jan that night....Gayle Allard - man, some of these people didn't know me well - but I knew them - and seeing them every day, being around them - something I will always remember. <br />
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I would write this blog even if I thought people wouldn't read it - but knowing that people you've grown up with might read something you wrote - is both liberating and somewhat nerve-racking - they might see an honest and sometimes heart-on-your-sleeve expression of yourself. I can't imagine doing this in any other format - blogging gives you license and allows you to be yourself - as Annie once said a year ago or so "You're like the confessor" - I swear I don't get lost in this stuff - but I truly am who I am as a result of so many things not the least of which was attending Glen School. <br />
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I also struggle at times that I still haven't reconciled Artie's death - it is truly the most inexplicable thing to me. How can you go from such a high to such a low so quickly? Yes - it is selfish of me. My reconnecting with him and losing him just as quickly - was crazy. How can you not see someone for so many years and feel like this is family that has passed away(?) - how is it possible that losing someone like Artie can effect you in such a way? Artie's family had scattered mementoes of Artie's life in the rooms where his wake was held and had asked us to feel free to take one in his memory - I so regret not taking one of Artie's mementoes - you feel funny at the time but.........<br />
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In 1993, when Artie grabbed the mike at our 20th high school reunion and asked all the Glen School students present to gather for a picture (there were 14 of us there) - we did it automatically and we thought wow, yeah this is cool. You know, you graduated high school with so many people - but the kids you went to elementary school with - it's different, its more intimate and here was someone else being the first one to express that (you wouldn't do it for fear of seeming corny). About gathering for the picture, it was so much better (at the reunion) than trying to make fake talk with people about what you're doing, where you're going, where you vacation, etc (all the things that make reunions such a drag). I honestly didn't know what to expect at that particular reunion - almost didn't go to it in fact - I didn't want it to be "this is what I'm doing, what are YOU doing" - I wanted it to be special - and it was. Karen's hug was perfect....perfect (don't laugh) - it made my evening, it convinced me that this was a reunion I couldn't miss - she was the very first person I really saw from the Class of '73 and it was the best. Is it why I hung out almost exclusively with Cara Worthington (whom I was crushed for that night - her husband had just passed away) and Karen Eide that night - I felt so comfortable with them - don't get me wrong - it was incredible seeing everyone I graduated with - then you leave and continue with your life but it was nice ya know? It's a bond - Artie couldn't explain it and neither can I and therein lies the beauty of it. My wife Caryn had come with me in 1993 - she understood and was so accomodating to me - thanks......<br />
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Fast forward to the 2009 Glen School reunion - when Artie signed on early as a blog reader and as a booster for all this stuff, complete with his utterly unreadable text messages(!) - I was psyched! Wow - here was a guy I loved growing up - he never knew it though - but here he was signing on to what I was envisioning because he felt the same way - hell he always felt the same way. "A Glen School reunion Artie, but at the school!" "Yes!" he would say - "We can make that happen!!" <br />
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When I read about Margaret Silvers' and Doug Terhune's successful attempts at gathering their old Glen classmates AND Mr. McFall - I was hooked - that was also in 1993! <br />
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Maryanne Vaz told me recently - you were so quiet in school - indeed I was, painfully so sometimes - it's tough when you're trying to fit in - its so difficult when you're younger and I was in some cases almost 9 months younger than my classmates. But here we are - at this age writing so fondly about one's time growing up - and I demanded that Maryanne come to the reunion (You just have to come!) and she did (all thanks to Rusty Wescott) - how cool is that - Maryanne Vaz - who would have thought it possible to find her - thanks John! No apologies - I got probably more out of it than anyone.<br />
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Just want to say thanks to all who understand and who share this special affection for one's class.......looking forward to the BF reunion and absolutely can't wait for the RHS 40th reunion.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-45834277178853234312011-07-28T19:21:00.000-07:002011-07-28T19:21:39.020-07:00Coming Soon: Life in Salem Ridge!I've put together some great stuff about growing up in and around Salem Ridge thanks to Else Ege and Margaret and others. That will be coming soon!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-48317995283142295862011-07-28T19:16:00.000-07:002011-08-11T21:06:49.689-07:00Summertime at Glen School!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KeBOCBB9z6xLmbN4K8jWI3YSCuYJwehrSf7JCOBVvBXrW7Bn425zeatoRqmwcvu-26coZAoNQToPQE-askQKBWEAufFRiyaD2nbanixOdp9mkwS3om7czheGFiHeBqTBKIDBtFC3bBrw/s1600/EndlessSummerHalf307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KeBOCBB9z6xLmbN4K8jWI3YSCuYJwehrSf7JCOBVvBXrW7Bn425zeatoRqmwcvu-26coZAoNQToPQE-askQKBWEAufFRiyaD2nbanixOdp9mkwS3om7czheGFiHeBqTBKIDBtFC3bBrw/s320/EndlessSummerHalf307.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
The Endless Summer - it was a great surfing movie but it's also how we all felt as summer was about to begin during Glen School! These days its all about Block Island for me - a little heaven on earth as far as I'm concerned, but when I was little the summer was everything!<br />
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As we approached the last day of school each year, we'd clean out our flip-top desks - the windows in class would be wide open with the breezes and the smell of the summer air and it would be near impossible to concentrate on anything but the 2 1/2 months of fun that lay ahead!<br />
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Above is our actual 2nd grade classroom as it looks today. Each classroom had an inside door to the hallway and a door that led directly outside which is the door we used for recess and to leave for lunch and the end of the day. The windows were huge and I remember cutting myself once on the sharp metal corners. There was no air conditioning like today. We'd sit and daydream about the summer while our teachers would try and make those last days interesting!<br />
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Starting with our last day of school each year, my garndfather would take me and one of my cousins to Palisades Park where he'd let us do whatever we wanted - we went on everything and spent a lot of quarters. Then usually a couple of days later another cousin (Carolyn) and our families would go to Palisades Park and do it all over again. What a blast - we must have done that for 5 or 6 years in row. <br />
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Above is a photo of a busy Palisades Amusement Park.<br />
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At Glen School, I was in the summer recreation program for several years - you know, we made things - tons of things - pot holders, laniards and popsicle stick-whatevers. Lots of games and sports. It was definitely a lot of fun. <br />
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Karen Eide when asked if she was in the Summer Recreation Program recalls: "Yes! How many laniards, pot holders and popsicle stick creations did my mom endure!?"<br />
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Ken Merrill remembers: "......every year - enjoyed it very much! Lots of arts and crafts and sports!"<br />
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Beth Daly too remembers: "Yes I remember summer rec - my mother had boxes of things made from popsicle sticks! All of us (there were 6 kids in my family) went to it at one time or another. There is nothing like that here anymore but what a bonus for our parents!"<br />
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Above - we would do a lot of the art stuff here under the overhang in the courtyard when we belonged to the summer rec program.<br />
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Above is a sampling of the classic potholders we all made!<br />
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There was camp at the YMCA in town which included swimming, archery, games and great hikes.<br />
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Above from l to r: Ricky Flannery, Randy Sharp, Kent Meneghin and Bruce Meneghin on the first day of camp.<br />
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My friends and I would bike all over the immediate area around Glen School and when I got a little older we even rode with our canteens and pocket knives to Saddle River and Woodcliff Lake!<br />
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When I was 6 and 7 there were annual trips to the circus with the neighborhood kids!<br />
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Above - my dad took us all to the circus twice. We all got dressed up for it! From l to r: Randy Sharp, Kent Meneghin, Jimmy O'Brien, Ricky Flannery and Bruce Meneghin. This was Spring 1962.<br />
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Another big event of course was the Fourth of July - Dad marched in the parade. Ridgewood always had the biggest parade around and like Artie Brierley I would count the fire trucks - there was an endless line of them - the coolest part was the simultaneous sound of all the sirens at once - it was awesome! I'll never forget too - just like my sister Ginny - going to Vets Field for the fireworks with friends and seeing family and relatives - "OMG really - must I sit here? What if someone sees me?" - I'm trying to be cool ya know! The things you do when you're young. <br />
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Above l to r my uncle Ralph (Carolyn's father - my favorite cousin!) and my dad after marching in the parade!<br />
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There was also a memorable trip to Lake George one year when we went to just about every childhood theme park in that area including Frontier Town, Storytown, Gaslight Village, Magic Forest, North Pole among others - I remember our station wagon was covered with cardboard bumper stickers that they'd put on your bumper with metal wires. I remember the motel we stayed at showed first-run outdoor movies by the pool at night and one night we got drenched in the middle of the movie!<br />
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Above my sister Ginny and I at Frontier Town - for a few years I lived in my holster!<br />
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There were weekly crossings of Route 17 to Grand-Way to buy model kits, records and trading cards. Can you believe as little kids the amount of times we'd cross a busy highway like that - and we did it when we were really young because in 1967 they built an overpass which made it safer to cross but by that time we were 10 and 11 years old! <br />
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One year I went camping with the Meneghins which was a great time!<br />
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Above the Meneghins and I somewhere I think in Pennsylvania - it was a lot of fun!<br />
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We'd go fishing at Hall's Pond, Saddle River and the Duck Pond.<br />
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Above Ricky Flannery feeding the ducks at the Duck Pond!<br />
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Bar-B-Ques at the Menghins or the Flannerys - Cindy Pomeroy would usually be there too! <br />
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Above is a bar-b-que at the Meneghins. Cindy Pomeroy is there. It was probably a year later that I asked Cindy to go steady and gave her my id bracelet which I gave to her between throwing the baseball around on Auburn Ave! My Winnie Cooper! I remember playing spin-the-bottle once in a friend's tent and Cindy and I would redirect the spun bottle to hers or my direction - yes it was fixed and all inocent too - there always seemed to be a crowd around us!<br />
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We'd swim whereever there was a pool and we always joined Graydon every year. My sister would be on the grassy or "cool" side and me on the sandy side! Lessons in the early morning when the water was at its coldest - blue lips and all. We held our breath under water, learned the "dead man's float", kicked a lot and floated on our backs non-stop for 40 minutes or so. <br />
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Above Graydon Pool at sunset - photo is from the Ridgewood Blog and is the property of "Alan" (there was no last name). Photo was taken in 2010.<br />
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Above, me and my best friend, my cousin Carolyn. We were like glue for nearly 20 years!<br />
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The Meneghin's and Jimmy O'Brien and I would play never-ending board games, we'd plan bike trips, sleep outside in each others yards, play baseball, football, kick the can at night. I would cut the Meneghin's lawn when they went to the Cape and get paid for it and they would do the same for us. <br />
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We'd probably go to 5 or 6 drive-in movies every summer at the Paramus Drive-In or the Route 17 Drive-In in Upper Saddle River. That was so much fun especially when you're little. Pajamas, pillows, snacks, 2 movies, intermission to allow you to que up at the refreshment stand and seemingly all the time in the world! 2 minutes till showtime!<br />
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Above is an actual shot of the Paramus Drive-In. Its from my personal collection.<br />
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Then there was the Jersey Shore. We spent many summer vacations at Long Beach Island when I was little. You couldn't wait to hit the Parkway - the anticipation always so exciting! <br />
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One year when I was in 7th grade we went to Chadwick Beach which is the same island as Lavellette and Ocean Beach among others. Vacation does something to you - it gives you confidence you don't normally have at that age - people don't know you but you're all on the same page when you're away. On that vacation I remember seeing a girl on the beach during the day - you know, you're like 11 or 12 and you're with your family - I'll never forget asking her quickly if she would meet me at the beach that night - she said yes and we met at around 8pm on the beach - it was wonderful! My parents were great about it and ultimately knew what I was doing but allowed me this wonderful shot at independence. We just sat on the sand and talked about what else - our families, school, where we were from - then a simple kiss goodnight - wow enough to make you sail through the rest of the summer - we wrote for a little while, but you know, your life goes on - you don't forget these things though! Vacations always allowed you the freedom to just be yourself.<br />
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The Jersey Shore was also where I first discovered head shops where I bought black-light posters, beaded necklaces and bracelets and I would always stock up on a supply of Archie comics on vacation too! I wanted to surf in the worse way - but never gave it a try.<br />
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Above Ricky Flannery on one of the many beach vacations we took in Long Beach Island - circa 1962!<br />
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The ice cream trucks today play the silliest music but when we were little the Good Humor guy rang these loud bells and you could here him coming in the distance as soon as he turned onto your street. Like clockwork he would come during the dinner hour - mom or dad would give up a quarter and you'd run outside, see everybody else coming out their doors, try to be the first one in line, get your ice cream and put it in the freezer for after dinner! <br />
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Above - an american classic - the "Good Humor Man". He was the most popular guy of the summer and nothing would get you out of your house quicker than the sound of those bells!<br />
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We also went for family "rides" - this was such a baby boomer thing - it meant driving all over the place - to no place special! We'd seemingly visit every town in Northern NJ and NY State - "Oh look that's where Major Andre was hung for treason during the Revolutionary War!" - but we'd always end up at Terwilliger's for ice cream - lines out the door but worth the wait. (Now that's another thing, can you imagine telling poor Major Andre "Hey, 200 years from now people will drive by your monument, look and then go for ice cream!) Van Dyk's was our baseball ice cream place and I'm psyched that they're still in town - I was sad to see T&W's close - my accountant's office is right door to where it used to be.<br />
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Above - the counter at T&W Ice Cream - circa 1950's.<br />
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And then there was Labor Day weekend - this was always the last weekend of "freedom" before returning to school. The week leading up to Labor Day you'd go "back to school" shopping and always try to get clothes that made you look cooler than the year before - or in my case not! I'll never forget my first attempt at trying to look Mod - wow! <br />
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Summers are a wonderful time of year and probably the one time of year when you make the most memories but now I look forward to spending them with family, coaching and watching my son Ricky play baseball! It all goes way too fast and THIS Labor Day weekend, instead of trying to buy "cool" clothes we'll be taking my daughter Jennie up to URI for her freshman year - and that's near BI!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-88493130474338234482011-07-27T20:40:00.000-07:002011-07-27T20:40:36.461-07:00BF Reunion Coming in November 2011!Hey the BF reunion is coming in November. It looks like it will be held at a hotel for more "quality" time with everyone. We will know more details shortly. It will probably be November 12. <br />
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Hope everyone can make it! Then its 2 years to the big one!<br />
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By the time the girls at Glen School reached 2nd or 3rd grade, a lot of them would join the Brownies. Being with your firends and the chance to make new friends made this a fun experience for many. Brownie life was made up of meetings, dues, refreshments, games, baking, crafts and trips to nursing homes and more. <br />
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Above is a classic photo courtesy of Judy Wilson Glen School Class of 1969. It's Mrs. Cook's class - probably 1st or 2nd grade. You can see some of the girls in their Brownie uniforms which told you they had a meeting after school. While I can't make out everyone, Barbara Demick is first in the front (l to r), Kim Vukov is just behind her, Breitweiser, Janice Avery, Judy Wilson, Margaret Silvers (with head turned) and Karen Stewart I think. Help me if I'm wrong Mags!<br />
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The Brownies would work to earn their merit badges badges for a variety of tasks. The badges would be awarded and sewn onto their sashes. <br />
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If a girl kept going, after 2 years they would become a Girl Scout. As a scout they would continue earning merit badges for somewhat more difficult tasks.<br />
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Above Ridgewood Girl Scouts being honored.<br />
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The Brownies and Girl Scouts have always been famous for selling their cookies and our local girls were no different. In fact, I want to say that the cookies back then were actually better - they were made by the Burry's Company. Everyone has their favorites. The girls would sell to family and friends but would also do a lot of door to door selling back then - a time when everyone in the neighborhoods knew each other and it was much safer to sell that way. <br />
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Above: Girls Scouts and Brownies banning together to sell cookies for camp.<br />
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Above: It's amazing the photos you find on the net. This is what a box of Girl Scout cookies might have looked like in the early 1960's.<br />
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Meetings would take place at the homes of mom's who were leaders. The girls would pay their monthly or bi-weekly dues. There would be a variety of activities and refreshments and the girls would continue to work on and plan their merit goals. <br />
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Above is a photo that is the property of Patricia Nagy Cove. It is Ridgewood Girl Scout Troop 86 giving a carved pumpkin show at Patricia's house in Ridgewood.<br />
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There would also be camp overnights at Pound Ridge, NY.<br />
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Above: Another classic photo from Judy Wilson Glen School Class of 1969. It is 1967, Troop 216 camping at Pound Ridge, NY. The girls are from l to r: Diane Delorenzo, Judy Wilson, Amy Vest, Sarah Avery, Debbie Reagan and Pam Morton.<br />
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I recently asked a few Glen School alums about their scouting experiences - here's some of what they shared:<br />
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Margaret Silvers: "I was Girl Scout Troop 199. I remember because my brother Robbie would tease me about my troop number. It's so hard to say, "one-ninety-nine"...........he tormented me about my troop number! Mrs. Breitweiser was a troop leader I remember. My mother filled in one year and I think she hated it! At that time, Sally Reese would push us to "cut" the thursday afternoon meeting and pocket the .25 cent dues!"<br />
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Katie Knight: "I was a Girl Scout. The troop number escapes me. In 4th grade or so, I remember being sad that my brothers all attended a very cool Boy Scout camp (Camp Yaw Paw) in Mahwah (NJ) every year and I sat in a classroom and drew pictures of my family! Mrs. Yingling was the troop leader when I was in 6th grade and she was very cool - we studied flowers, herbs - took lots of hikes, looked at the stars - it was great! I seem to remember her being a Quaker which I thought was impressive!"<br />
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Beth Daly: "I was a Girl Scout all through Glen but I can't for the life of me remember who our leader was."<br />
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Jennifer Marcello: "I was a Brownie. Can't remember the name of our troop leader but she lived on Van Emburgh. (I have a) vivid memory of making sugar cookies to take to a nursing home. Also remember selling cookies as a Girl Scout back in the day when you could safely go door-to-door alone."<br />
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Cara Worthington: "Karen's tv commercial, camping at Pound Ridge and making numerous sit-upons!"<br />
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Diana and Cynthia Wagner were both scouts. Cynthia remembers: "Yes, we were in the Girl Scouts with a mother who was a leader (their mom). We went to Travell where my mom had her troop and she even made me become a cadet in junior high school! I got a job as soon as I turned 14 so that I would have an excuse not to join (again)!<br />
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Ann Rimmer: "(I was a) Girl Scout for a year or two. I remember going to Girl Scout camp which was a lot of fun!"<br />
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A couple of years ago, when I started this blog, Beth Daly had asked me if I remembered the tv commercial Karen Eide did for the Girl Scouts. I remember a lot of things and I was embarrassed that I did not remember this about Karen! I asked Beth Daly more about it and she had told me it was a big deal - the girls all gathered at Karen's the day it was first shown on television. When Beth shared that story with me, I thought "Surely there must be a way to find that commercial somewhere." I actually wrote to a few places - Girl Scouts Organization, etc - trying to found out how one would go about finding a video of a vintage commercial like that. I even wrote to Karen on Classmates but we all slowly stopped paying to be on there. Then Karen found this blog and got in touch. Of course one of the first things I asked her about was the commercial. Karen told me about it and as luck would have said "Yes - I have it on DVD!" I was obviously thrilled and patiently waited for the day Karen would put it on the web. While I don't manage to go on Facebook a lot, I was fortunate enough to be on the day Karen posted the news on her wall and she gave me permission to use it here! The commercial alone makes this story - thanks Karen!<br />
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Having viewed the commercial, it definitely looks familiar and while the girls all gathered over at Karen's to watch it, I'm sure all of us were told about it and I can see myself rushing home from school to see it - "Baseball(?) - not now, gotta go, Karen's on tv!"! How cool that it is preserved for all of us to enjoy!<br />
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Of the commercial, Katie Knight shared this: "Yes, I was in the troop that tried out for that commercial. I do remember one girl being so upset and crying so hard when she didn't get picked that they let her be in the commercial. I used to watch it at Karen's house when it was on!"<br />
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Annie told me: "I totally remember the Karen Eide commercial! She was the perfect pick!"<br />
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There was just no better way to conclude this brief story about the Girl Scouts at Glen School then with Karen's actual tv commercial. Just click on the little arrow below and enjoy!<br />
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<div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-42587723278343220362011-07-22T21:26:00.000-07:002011-08-11T21:18:48.961-07:00New Photos from Karen Eide!Karen recently sent me the following candid photos from her personal collection. These girls have been friends forever! Glen School made friendships that have stood the test of time - despite our busy lives and not being in touch sometimes for years, friendships like these are always there.<br />
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Each one of the girls in the photos (maybe except for Pam) have remained in touch with each other. The beauty of school friendships like ours is that nothing is expected from anybody you just pick up where you left off.<br />
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The photos are from some of Karen's birthday parties. About her birthday memories Karen has this to say:<br />
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"My mom threw really fun birthday parties. I got to invite 10 girls. She'd always bake my cake of choice and devise fun games like Spiderweb where she'd weave different yarns throughout the downstairs that we'd have to wind up to find a prize at the end - (it was) chaos x 10 little girls! I always got an amazing cake!"<br />
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Thanks for sending the photos Karen! If I got anyone wrong in the photos please let me know!!<br />
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Above back l to r: Pam Bennett, Jill Neandross, Melanie Teasley, Lisa Faeth. Front l to r: Karen Eide, Jan Potdevin. I think this is kindergarten - Pam was in our class then and Jan was still attending Glen School (Jan had moved across town a couple of years later and would meet up with us again in high school). Wow I hope you see this photo Jan!!<br />
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Above back row l to r: Beth Daly, Beth Perdue, Ann Rimmer. Front row l to r: Katie Knight, Karen Eide, Cara Worthington, Suzie Nunno. <br />
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Birthday cake in Karen's basement! From l to r: Ann Rimmer, Cara Worthington, Karen Eide, Katie Knight, Beth Perdue. Button-down collar shirts were the rage that year!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-87730236414359036372011-07-21T11:46:00.000-07:002011-07-21T11:46:32.300-07:00More Stories Coming!Sorry I have been so busy I haven't had much time to update lately! More pictures, a Girl Scouts story and Boy Scouts on the way! Those interested please note we are moving ahead with our BF reunion! It will most likely be at a hotel to make it easier for those flying in and to make it more fun for all! Stay tuned...........................Jill Neandross, Beth Daly, Penny Ward - you gotta make it this time!!!!!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-84089980080824094552011-04-29T08:13:00.000-07:002011-04-29T21:56:25.513-07:00Reflections - The House That Built Me!Although life is pretty busy at the moment - kids sports, colleges, etc - I love - when time allows to reflect on the past and document what I can. Whenever I pass through Ridgewood it's impossible not to look back and remember the various parts of ones life. Every time I leave to come home, I always feel like I missed the opportunity to take a great picture. I keep forgetting to snap photos of classmate's old homes like the Perdue and Worthington houses - classic and familiar as they always were and still are. It's not simply about reflecting but rather gathering facts, great stories and documenting a place in time - our time. It'll be a document for my kids and grandkids.<br />
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Recently, Caryn, myself and the kids headed down to the Jersey Shore to spend Easter. On the way home we got off the Parkway at Route 17 Sunday afternoon. If you're from Bergen County NJ you'll know that driving around Bergen County on a Sunday is a very pleasant experience! The "Bergen County Blue Law" as it is known - prevents retailers from opening on Sundays - in particular the malls (of which there are many!) It's an incredible thing when you think about it - in an age when its all about the money its remarkable this sort of thing has held up for this long!<br />
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We headed down 17 past the familiar landmarks including The Fireplace and stopped for gas. Remember the Grand Way? (it's long been a K-Mart). As kids we used to cross busy Route 17 (before the overpass was built) to get to the Grand Way to buy the latest music, model kits and turn in our found deposit bottles for money to buy baseball cards (at a nickel a pack you could buy a hec of a lot of baseball cards!). <br />
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When we reached Van Emburgh Ave, I couldn't fight the urge (never can!) to stop at Glen School again to get some new pictures. Every time I pull into the parking lot there, its like stepping back in time. What a fun place and time in history to attend elementary school. When I look at pictures from when I grew up is it just me or were those days the sunniest days ever? My daughter Jennie definitely gets a kick out of me when I'm in this zone. Every time I get home I think "Ugh, I should have taken this picture or that!" or "Ugh, I forgot again to take a picture of Worthington's house!"<br />
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When I'm walking around the school, I often wonder what people are thinking as I look for a new angle to shoot photos. I love taking pictures that I can later use as "Then and Now" subjects. <br />
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After about a dozen new photos, we then took the obligatory turn down my old street - it never ceases to amaze me how utterly small it all seems. Did the neighborhood really seem that much bigger when I was little?<br />
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Passing Cindy Pomeroy's house (her dad still lives there!) I recalled the old willow tree we used to climb and sit in - it stood on the corner of their property. I spied the spot where the old garage was of their neighbor the Adomovitz who had lived next door - behind it I kissed Cindy for the first time (she'd probably kill me for sharing that but then again maybe not!) We used to ride our bikes and talk a lot - I remember thinking about that kiss for days afterward - it was so hard to accomplish it but I was on cloud 9! I was teased by kids down the street that I spent too much time with a girl - we were just little kids! (hey I played with my friends a lot too!)<br />
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Life's a collection - it's bits of memories, photographs, landmarks, mementos. Some of us actually return to Ridgewood only to find our homes completely gone! Other homes absurdly added on to. So amidst all the change that time inevitably brings, its always a nice feeling when you still recognize some of the places and landmarks where you grew up.<br />
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While driving down Auburn Avenue, I recalled all the baseball games and football games and sleep-outs and running bases and the summer night games we used to play in our yards and in the street with Jimmy O'Brien, Kent, Bruce, Mark and Brian Meneghin. You wanted Jimmy O'Brien on your team! We had a blast on that street. <br />
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I find it amazing that I still love writing about all of this - I mean how much can you say right? But the more I research and the more people share with me, the more things come back to me. I told myself 2 years ago that I'd keep writing about "Glen School" until I run out of material but it seems to be endless! The fun of it is discovering new stories and old, unseen photographs.<br />
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In February, I was watching the Grammies with my daughter Jennie and she told me about a song that was nominated - the song is titled "The House That Built Me". It's by a country singer named Miranda Lambert - I'm not a huge country fan - I don't know why there's a need to say that but wow I heard Lambert sing this song and it really struck a chord with me. Right up my alley ya know? Listen to the words and you'll see why if you're even just a little bit sentimental. I realize it sounds silly, but driving by my old house I saw my mom planting flowers, my dad cutting the grass, my sisters, me and my friends, our pets, my dad chasing one of my sister's boyfriends down the driveway - so many things. Jim O'Brien and I used to set up endless army battles with our soldiers at his house, my house. It was where I learned of the greatest and the saddest moments of falling in love. Its where I had wonderful neighbors and friends - moments etched in my memory forever. Its where I felt so free and happy. Its where my dad was at his best and where he fell ill - 858 Auburn Ave was indeed truly the house that built ME.<br />
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Above is an early 1970's photo of my old house at 858 Auburn Ave! I seem to recall we had so many bright sunny days growing up!<br />
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Above is the same house as it looked in December, 2008. Not many trees left. A lot of memories were made there!<br />
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My mom leaning on the fence in the front yard after a day of planting. I remember always asking my mom to remove her eyeglasses for a photo so people could see her face! I remember my dad putting that fence in.<br />
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Above, me in the back yard with a basket on my head - circa 1959! There were some great summers in that yard! My sister took this photo.<br />
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THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME<br />
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I know they say - you can't go home again.<br />
I just had to come back one last time.<br />
Ma'am, I know you don't know me from Adam,<br />
But these handprints on the front steps are mine.<br />
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And up those stairs - in that little back bedroom<br />
Is where I did my homework and learned to play guitar.<br />
And I bet you didn't know - under that live oak,<br />
My favorite dog is buried in the yard.<br />
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I thought if I could touch this place or feel it,<br />
This brokenness inside me might start healing.<br />
Out here its like I'm someone else,<br />
I thought that maybe I could find myself<br />
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.<br />
Won't take nothing but a memory,<br />
From the house that built me.<br />
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You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.<br />
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.<br />
I thought that maybe I could find myself.<br />
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave.<br />
Won't take nothing but a memory<br />
from the house that built me.<br />
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Another song that always strikes a sentimental chord with me is from one of my favorite Beatles albums -"Rubber Soul". The song is titled "In My Life", written and sung by John Lennon (though Paul McCartney's attached to it too!). The words to this one are special to me.<br />
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IN MY LIFE<br />
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There are places I remember <br />
All my life, though some have changed<br />
Some forever not for better<br />
Some have gone and some remain<br />
All these places had their moments<br />
With lovers and friends<br />
I still can recall<br />
Some are dead and some are living<br />
In my life I've loved them all<br />
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But of all these friends and lovers<br />
there is no one compares with you<br />
And these memories lose their meaning<br />
When I think of love as something new<br />
Though I know I'll never lose affection<br />
For people and things that went before<br />
I know I'll often stop and think about them<br />
In my life I love you more<br />
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Yup, I am an eternal sap - not a sentimental fool but I am a sap - no apologies here. My thanks to everyone for making me feel that this is all worth doing or least making me think so!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-11470207872679705902011-04-28T14:02:00.000-07:002011-04-28T14:02:09.650-07:00Mis-Spelled Names - Sorry!A quick note to Ken and Cheryl deGruchy - I have repeatedly spelled your name wrong - I am sorry about that! I've been late to correct them but I think I fixed them all!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-25390579568481748362011-04-27T11:01:00.000-07:002011-04-27T11:01:48.065-07:00A Brierley Beatles Memory!Artie Brierley - I think I mention his name in every other story I write on this blog. Reconnecting with someone after so long and then losing them almost overnight is a cruel thing. During the time we reconnected, we went back and forth on the phone - we emailed - we sent messages to each other on Facebook. The one thing Artie could not do was respond to these things with his cell phone! Annie and I mentioned this to him once after a particularly difficult time trying to figure out what he wrote. We all had a good laugh about it! He would talk about little memories he had of this or that but if he sent you a memory from his phone you had to decipher it and required more information! One of these memories was about The Beatles appearing on the Ed Sullivan Show for the very first time - we were in 3rd grade. I will recreate it here but will take license to add some words here and there - he was so enjoying what this whole "Glen School" project is all about.<br />
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Artie on The Beatles appearing on Ed Sullivan February, 1964. He recalls the monday morning at school - it was a rainy monday:<br />
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"Funny the images your (blog) 3rd grade story creates.....I see Wayne Bond sitting on the heater by the window in the hall. It was raining monday morning and we were hanging up our rain coats - everybody was asking each other "Did you see The Beatles last night?" We didn't leave my grandmother's house until after my grandfather stopped yelling about The Beatles on Ed Sullivan!<br />
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"This Facebook brings some of the past back. With RHS and Glen people popping up all over! Life is good! By the way, Sue Nunno lives by BF."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-66763141980289221232011-04-25T09:47:00.000-07:002011-04-28T13:42:52.667-07:00First Day of School September, 1960 by Sam Silvers!Like Margaret Silvers, my father took a lot of home movies too. I wish I could go back in time and whisper in my dad's ear while he was taking his movies. My dad's films are finally being digitized. There's me walking to school the same day Margaret's dad took this teasing gem included here! They never seem to be long enough these movies. There's also a film of my kindergarten class the same year as the film below dressed in our halloween costumes - cool stuff to be sure but while you're watching you're saying "Dad, go inside the classroom - take shots of Mrs. Janicke!" But its what make these fleeting moments on film so special and thankfully due to the great technology of today, we can preserve the history!<br />
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The film below is only 25 seconds and is used with permission and sincere thanks to Margaret and her dad - Sam Silvers who took such care to document life on Roslyn Road.<br />
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The film starts off with the Silvers' boys leaving for school on their bikes. For me, the wonderful thing about this short movie is that I'm there - somewhere! Karen Eide is there, Bruce Meneghin is there, Gary Vukov, Ricky Marsh - you don't see us but it was our first day of kindergarten! You see Mr. McFall also welcoming the kids to school as he always did and watching over the little pond that we had in the courtyard - yes it held fish and Artie Brierley fondly recalled how much he enjoyed that little pond. When Artie passed away, his apartment was filled with the evidence of his love of fish and fishing. The pond wouldn't last long. It would be filled in and used as a garden until finally it was completely removed! <br />
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With this film, please enjoy this fleeting but live look at Glen School during its second year of operation. I will be adding more films on this blog - some will be my dad's and others by Margaret's dad that add so much to the ever-evolving documentation of life in and around Glen School.<br />
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Above photo was taken by me in the 1990's. Stone wall and pond shown in the film below were still present. Standing there in the courtyard or anywhere around the school, many memories come back! <br />
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Also please look for the next story about Glen School's Brownies and Girl Scouts. There will be an amazing special treat for my classmates in this story - you're gonna love it!<br />
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Just click on the arrow below to enjoy this little film!<br />
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Books - they can be so many things - a source of learning, fascination, escape. I wouldn't say books were always a part of my life - but gradually I came to books and was hooked. In fact, I almost always refuse to lend my books to anyone for fear of not getting them back or getting them back damaged! <br />
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Looking back to 1st, 2nd and 3rd grade, books were an utter chore for me. I mean can you imagine? What are you even reading at that age (that is to say it should have been easy for me) - just didn't have the patience for them. There were small exceptions of course. When we went to the libray at school, I would always be drawn to books on sports, the military, picture books - a favorite was "PT-109" the story of John Kennedy's PT boat.<br />
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Then my 4th grade teacher Mrs. Prescott urged me to expand my reading habits - she made an attempt to get me to read fiction chapter books. Reluctantly I panned the shelves of our library and found such a book - "Danny Dunn and the Homework Machine" by Jay Williams. When I took it home and began reading it, I found I couldn't wait to see what happened in the next chapter - it would be the first time that I ever read at night in bed! Prescott had succeeded! I then started to read more books from the same series.<br />
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Above the first "real" book I ever read thanks to my 4th grade teacher Mrs. Prescott!<br />
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This all sounds like a great story right? - 8-9 year old kid discovers reading and..........Well I hate to admit this but it was very short-lived and back to the usual books I went. Later in junior high school and high school, I dreaded the Catcher in the Rye, The Good Earth, Of Mice and Men.<br />
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While books were a struggle for me in school (I messed around too much - I was having too much fun in high school!) I did however rediscover books in my twenties. History and non-fiction led the way for me though I occasionally read a novel or two. Today, I want to call my high school history teacher Miss Pinder and tell her - "I finally get it Miss Pinder - I finally love history! Thanks for trying so hard!"<br />
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Amazingly at this point in my life I'm discovering the wonder of poetry - I mean I've always admired people like Dylan and Lennon - their stories as told in song and poetry are incredible and are snapshots in time of how they felt about something in their lives. If you let it, poetry can seduce you - a few short verses can send you to another place and time, make you think and reflect - so much of poetry is timeless and very relevant. It's not easy to write poetry - I can't. Its not always about the rhyme obviously. You need to feel it - to let yourself go. <br />
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John F. Kennedy once said: "When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths, which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment." Is that relevant or what?<br />
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Poetry by people like Jackie Kennedy (and obviously so many others) - of course not known to be a poet but a voracious lover of books and poetry - can give a rare look at what that person is feeling at a given time in their life. In 1939, when she was 10 years old - she penned the following poem:<br />
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Sea Joy<br />
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by Jacqueline Bouvier - 1939<br />
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When I go down by the sandy seashore<br />
I can think of nothing I want more<br />
Then to live by the booming blue sea<br />
As the seagulls flutter round about me<br />
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I can run about-when the tide is out<br />
With the wind and the sand and the sea all about<br />
And the seagulls are swirling and diving for fish<br />
Oh-to live by the sea is my only wish.<br />
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(The above poem is from Caroline Kennedy's "The Best Loved Poems of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis")<br />
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What I like about a simple poem like that is how much the sea meant to her and that if at that young age of 10, all she could achieve in life was to live by the sea, it would have made her life complete. My mom loved the sea too - she loved anywhere that was near water. Our family didn't have a lot of money, but my mom always dreamed of living by the sea. My mom was also a frustrated writer - she always mailed stories that she wrote to magazines like McCall's, Ladies Home Journal, Good Housekeeping - in the hope that one of them might get published. I recall her being hopeful whenever a large envelope from one of these magazines arrived in the mail. She loved books too - she loved the places a book could take her and they inspired her to write stories and keep a set of 4 journals that she would write in from about the late 1950's through the 70's. Sadly I do not know what became of the journals.<br />
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When you think of writers and authors you think of them as practicing their craft some time after college - you know in their 20's or early 30's. One of the 20th century's great books "The Greek Way", was written by Edith Hamilton - it was her first book and she was 62 years old when she wrote it! She would become the author of many books and be the ricipient of many awards later in her life. She died at the age of 96. Of this book, Robert F. Kennedy said that reading it after his brother John died, saved his life.<br />
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Above, one of the great books of the 20th century. Written by Edith Hamilton when she was 62 years old. It was her first book and she would go on to write many more.<br />
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My kids have become great readers and great jocks - my favorite combination! I'll always recall the looks and the questions from my kids as I read book after book to them - the thrill of dicovery at a young age is priceless!<br />
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Hey even reading some of my classmates poetry (available in our various yearbooks) - I'm struck at how clever and how well these were written at such young ages. (Please go back on the blog and type in poetry in the search box to read some samples).<br />
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When my father passed away - I spent 24 hours writing his euolgy - I wanted to capture what my dad was - few people in your life really know you - some friends included and there are few people that you're even willing to truly show yourself to - you know, sometimes when you show yourself, you end up alone (politics, etc). Anyway, I captured my dad's life in what I wrote telling those present about things they may not have known about him and I borrowed a verse from Robert F. Kennedy who borrowed it from Shakespeare when he spoke about his brother (JFK) at the 1964 democratic convention in Atlantic City, NJ - it's a verse from Romeo and Juliet that is so riveting:<br />
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"When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun."<br />
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It made me feel so good - I took my dad's passing hard at the time and that verse made me feel he would always be there. This verse made me feel that my dad was all around me - it was soothing. That is the power of the verse and the power of books.<br />
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But back to the main story. The library at Glen School became a special world for so many of us!! The library would be the first place for many of us to discover the books that helped us on the road to discovering ourselves.<br />
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One person that was always discovering was Art Brierley. Artie had the blessed gift of being able to be himself - no matter what. He - like myself - shared a tremendous affection for his friends, his past and the future. He was as they say and eternal optimist. Life was precious to Artie even before his illness and books and music contributed a lot to that. Artie was a big, strong jock of a guy but he loved nothing more than to reflect while he fished off a little boat. One of his favorite books he was reading before he passed away was: "The River Why" by David James Duncan.<br />
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The library would become a place that most of my classmates would truly enjoy.<br />
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Cara Worthington says this about the library and reading in general: "(The library was) my favorite spot. I got hooked on a series about otters and books by Edward Eager."<br />
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Above, a series of books by Edward Eager among others got Cara Worthington hooked on books! Cara has gone on to write her own thoughtful articles and has had some published as well.<br />
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When in first and second grade, Cara recalls recess - she preferred reading! "Miss Mercer gave me (an) S- in gym in second grade for not participating!"<br />
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Says Cara, "I could walk to and from school up East Glen - sometimes with a book in my hand!" <br />
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Karen Eide loved the library too! "I LOVED the library and I remember our first orientation there, storytime and being taught the D(ewey) D(ecimal) System. My love of books came from that library and my parents!"<br />
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Ken Merrill shared this about the library: "You always had to be quiet, yet at times better to be there than in class!"<br />
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Katie Knight loved and discovered books here too! She shared this with me: "I LOVED taking out books from there! "Harriet the Spy" and the "Katie John" books, "The Yearling" and especially biographies. Oh and "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang". Even made a recipe from there. Reading was one of my favorite things to do."<br />
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Above, Katie got hooked on the "Katie John" series as well as others thanks to the Glen School Library!<br />
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Diana Wagner - well she actually worked in the library with Mrs. Ginsberg for one school year (1983-84)! She shared this: "I ended up working for Mrs. Ginsberg for 1 year in 1983-84. She retired at the end of the year. She hadn't changed .......since 1969. Talk about a time warp!"<br />
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Margaret Silvers had a funny typical elementary-school-kids memory! ".........about 6 of us were sitting in the reference area and Mitchell Purdue held up a picture from probably an encyclopedia showing an anatomically correct naked man and woman, just standing there. He had this......grin on his face, held up the pictures and we all were mortified, but laughing..............! I think Mr. Monitick (6th grade teacher) actually "caught us" - too funny!"<br />
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I asked Judy Davies what she remembered. "I remember it (the library) being stuffed with lots of books and I remember the general layout. It was directly across the hall from my 4th grade class…Mrs. Prescott....."<br />
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Above is a newspaper photo of (from l to r): Kim Vukov, Patricia Breitweiser and Mitchell Perdue. They're listening to a story read to them by the librarian - probably Mrs. Ginsberg. Thanks Kim for sending that!<br />
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The library was also the place for quiet study. I remember learning how to use the encyclopedia for the first time there for the many reports we were required to do. Using the encyclopedia was fun and clearly enlightened me - what a great tool to write the likes of "The Indians" or "California" or "Michaelangelo" just to name a couple of the reports I did at Glen School. I must say while I was bad on tests I always got E's on my reports - the E was equivalent to an A today. I couldn't have done it without the help of reference books like the encyclopedia. Though my artistry could have used a little help - where was Eide when I needed her expertise!<br />
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Above, the "Michaelangelo" story by Ricky Flannery - found among my mom's papers. These reports would be researched in the library at Glen School using the various encyclopedias available in the reference section.<br />
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Our library was made up of round tables and chairs, lots of bookcases and a glass-enclosed office in the corner. The windows looked out onto the courtyard. Sometimes we would gather in a circle to hear stories. As we got older we would use the tables to research our reports. But regardless of our age, we couldn't wait to take out books for our own personal enjoyment. <br />
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Above, looking to the left as you walk in the door. Photo property of Rick Flannery - taken Nov 7, 2009.<br />
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Above, the general layout of the library with the glass-enclosed librarian's office in the corner.<br />
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The library's first librarian when the school opened was a lady named Bea Blumquist - she was little and always cheerful and taught us how to use the Dewey Decimal System!<br />
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Glen School's first librarian - Bea Blumquist.<br />
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The second and probably the librarian with the most years at Glen School was Mrs. Ginsberg - though her name might be mis-spelled - its been spelled so many ways. She would retire after the 1983-84 school year. So there was one more librarian before the school closed its doors as an elementary school - anybody know who it was? Please let me know.<br />
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Above, Mrs. Ginsberg - longtime Glen School librarian - retired 1984. Photo cropped from a faculty photo.<br />
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Some of the later classes and faculty at Glen School would have their photos taken in the library - come to think of it I don't think there was a single location at Glen where a class photo wasn't taken.<br />
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Above, faculty photo from the 1970's taken in the libarary. Photo supplied by Zita Wilcox.<br />
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It was also a place where a teacher could have a quiet conversation with a student which was the case with Katie Knight. Katie shared the story with me which she says made an impact on her life. "Mr. Gauharou took me to the library for a one-on-one talk...........he asked me if I knew what a clique was. I said no. He said that it's when a group of people hang around only with each other and that it can cause a lot of hurt because others feel left out. He also said that he was sure that I didn't mean to exclude others on purpose but he wanted me to be aware. Truthfully, that discussion has stuck with me throughout my life and I've passed it on to my kids. My daughter was class president......in high school......the principal told me she had the ability to cross over into a lot of different groups of kids. I attribute that to Mr. Gauharou's talk with me (in the Glen School library)." Pete Gauharou - was one of those teachers who took his role seriously - not only in teaching the 3 R's but in also helping to shape what a child might become.<br />
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Ridgewood was unusal at the time - we had 2 public libraries for many years - The Ridgewood Public Library and the George L. Pease Library. In addition we had a library in every single school! The Ridgewood Public Library was opened in 1962 and was beautifully renovated in 1998. I have been back on several occaisions for my research of this project and am indebted to Peggy Norris for many of the old images you see in the Ridgewood sections of this blog. The George L. Pease Library was opened in 1923 and remained a library until 1998 when it closed its doors. It is now office space.<br />
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Above is the old George L. Pease Library located at 131 North Maple Avenue Ridgewood, NJ. It opened in 1923 and closed in 1998.<br />
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Above is the Ridgewood Public Library located at 125 North Maple Avenue. It opened in 1962 and was beautifully renovated in 1998.<br />
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The Ridgewood Public Library as it appears today (from the back). <br />
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The tables where we sat would be used to reaserch our reports, have one-on-one discussions with our teachers and learn about the Dewey Decimal System.<br />
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All in all the library would be the first place where many of us discovered books - a place where you could take out any book you wanted. We'll remember the Glen School Library with great affection!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-67974845316460103302011-03-07T14:56:00.000-08:002011-03-07T14:58:13.029-08:00More From the Ege Family!I can't thank Else Ege enough for sending me some great photos and mementoes from our past! Else recently sent me family photos and an article about Lis Ege-Halvorson's company Cowbell.com which has been the official supplier to several Winter Olympics of Moen Bells from Norway and counting! Please visit this great website - Cowbell.com.<br />
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Enjoy!!<br />
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Above is Hans & Else Ege.<br />
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Above is Anne-Christine "Tina" Ege probably from a Ben Franklin Junior High class photo.<br />
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Above is (l t r) Lis & Tina Ege.<br />
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Above (l to r) Lis Ege-Halvorson, Else Ege and Margaret Silvers-Myatt at the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City.<br />
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Awesome stuff - keep the photos coming everybody!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-61771670539743523432011-03-06T07:37:00.000-08:002011-03-06T17:32:45.960-08:00Teachers - Glen School & Beyond - Commentary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Above is a photo taken by Joe Braun of an abandoned school in Detroit. There are scenes like this all over this country. There are sad images of many things in this world and this is certainly one of them. This didn't have to be. Not everything needs to be done with money - what are we doing to the future generations of this country? If we all banded together we could save things like this from happening to our schools - do we really need new sports stadiums when there are scenes like this? <br />
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Okay, I said I wasn't going to use this blog format to make commentary or express opinions but with the recent frontal assault on teachers in this country and since my wife is a school teacher I feel obligated to include my opinion with the rest of the world. <br />
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When I attended school (K-12) I - for the most part I looked forward to going. I wasn't the best student in my class to be sure - I mean I certainly was more than capable but I was young for my class and found focus to be difficult for me especially in my early years.<br />
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Thankfully for me I had some incredible teachers along the way - teachers from kindergarten to gym teachers to math teachers - all seemed to truly support me and make themselves available to me. I still got some tough grades (and deservingly so I might add) but my teachers were always about giving us the best they could give us - but part of the bargain ya know, was that we as students had to be part of the plan too in order to make it work - it couldn't be left to teachers alone.<br />
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As a baseball coach, I find special joy in seeing a child develop as a ballplayer and as a person. We've won recent championships and while I teach my players to play to win - we also teach our teams to play with respect to the game, their teammates, their coaches and especially their opponents. Despite the rewards and fun of coaching I marvel how teachers can take all that to the next level. Can you imagine teaching a young child math, reading, science, thinking skills, etc - I mean my wife is a first grade teacher and arrives at school at 7am and leaves at 5pm. She'll spend her weeknights and weekends planning, grading and focusing on her students needs - both individually and as a group. I will emphasize here that my wife is not the only teacher to do this - not even close. Teaching is a profession - how on earth has the conversation become that teachers are freeloading, are greedy - have too much time off? Only 9 months of work? Really? Do you know any teachers in the public school system who call it a day June 1, head to the beach and return in September? While students may - depending on snow days - get out June 20th, our teachers here work until June 30 and return anytime between Aug 15 and Aug 20. This, of course is not to mention the many teachers in our town that teach summer school, tutor children in need, attend student activities, plan the upcoming year, etc. Only 9 months of work - really?<br />
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There have been circumstances that make teaching even more difficult than ever. Sadly the "No Child Left Behind Act" is one of them and has - well - left children behind. There's no getting around it - where we used to be able to focus on a child because of extenuating circumstances and needs - broken homes, mental challenges, disruptive for various reasons - we now have teachers spending so much time trying to keep order and losing the time allotted for lessons. <br />
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Teaching in our town - there are no special privledges for students that might be better academically - every child is on equal footing but there are children that have special needs and need more focused attention and this gets lost with "No Child Left Behind" - kind of ironic that a program called NCLB actually leaves more children behind than ever. The other part is that teachers are required to use at least a third or more of their time to teach to the state tests - the government falsely believing that a child's low score is attributed to the teacher and making districts pay the price by limiting education funding. There are so many things that could cause the low scores but more times than not it is not the teacher. As I said, when I was a young student, I wasn't focused and when I took our state tests when I was a child (they were called the Iowa Tests) - I did poorly - this was not because I had poor teachers.<br />
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Please let's give the teachers a break. Of course there are some teachers that should probably retire but most teachers are there for the non-monetary rewards they receive for seeing a child "get it" and move on and when that child returns years later to say "thanks"! They deserve their salaries however small, they deserve their right to bargain despite not always winning the negotiation. Despite all the talk about teachers being greedy, teachers here don't get raises and are willing to make concessions. Simply seek the facts, the truth.<br />
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This nation needs to continue to be great - we need - more than ever, to protect education funding wherever possible and provide the best to our children.<br />
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To those offended - accept my apologies but I needed to express myself about this issue.<br />
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I want to say thanks to all my own teachers - some were better than others - but to Miss Mercer, Miss Muster, Mr. McCutcheon, Miss Pinder, Mr. Honsinger and so many others - you made impacts on my life and your support for me up until the day I graduated my wonderful high school will never be forgotten. I mean when your 10th grade spanish teacher keeps tabs on you throughout your high school career and then comes to watch you graduate - well that just goes beyond what's required but it comes from wanting to see that student succeed, to see potential that the student does not even see and for me it wasn't until my twenties that I realized what these teachers did for me. Thanks...................................We must do all we can to save our teachers and our schools.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176251078280310810.post-58471146518923171702011-02-23T11:33:00.000-08:002011-07-28T18:23:40.252-07:00The Glen School Fashion Shows!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOLY5hJKYKyFMyFYM-aja246Le4sIlq2-GGT5zb1ne-9GVWGfzRy0iu6fmTwkawjcB4btmjxs3zXRetYEwJH6DAlgrucxSuwL6BwhjYMp-HGlsXi3IoyJ_xthgC-KuhAmQHNTq-xM3yW7/s1600/fashion2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOLY5hJKYKyFMyFYM-aja246Le4sIlq2-GGT5zb1ne-9GVWGfzRy0iu6fmTwkawjcB4btmjxs3zXRetYEwJH6DAlgrucxSuwL6BwhjYMp-HGlsXi3IoyJ_xthgC-KuhAmQHNTq-xM3yW7/s400/fashion2a.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br />
When you think of your local PTO today, images of fundraisers like bake sales and school stores come to mind but back in the 60's and 70's our stylish and creative mothers came up with fashion shows (among other things) as a way to both raise money and enjoy a day with other moms and daughters. Hey even Ken deGruchy went too - he filmed and tape recorded these events!<br />
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People like Jeanne Stanley-Brown and Sylvia McCormick among others turned these organizations into truly fun, successful and profitable events for the school and for charity. It had to be a lot of work to be sure. In fact one of the items I wanted to look for at Glen School (when we had our reunion there in 2009) was the engraved plaque of PTO Chair-Women that hung in the main office - I'm not even sure its still there anymore but it would have been great to photograph it.<br />
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When I was in retail in the early 70's, I leaned toward a career as a buyer (almost took the buyer training program at Brooks Brothers) but after 5 years in the business I found a new direction. While I was at Lord & Taylor though, I did model some clothes myself for a while - can you believe that? I modeled at the HoHokus Inn and the Fashion Center - I did find one of the clippings (posted below!) - they are quite hilarious! Aside from a few laughs, the reason I mention this is because of the work involved in organizing these things. Looking back on that time - it was a helluva lot of fun and I met some great people at L&T - its how I discovered the fun of NYC and I spent a great deal of time at my favorite bar - PJ Clarke's!<br />
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Above, a modeling show that I was part of! I modeled a Christian Dior suit!!! I did this for about 6 months as a lark mostly! I'm the guy in the top photo on the left!<br />
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Anyway................just as our class started to attend kindergarten, fashion wasn't exactly a big deal - I mean while I admire Dwight Eisenhower, the Eisenhowers didn't exactly get people fired up about such things!<br />
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Above is First Lady Mamie Eisenhower in classic 50's style - no offense, but dreary!<br />
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Enter Jackie Kennedy! Yes, Mamie Eisenhower was much older than Jackie Kennedy but compare the 2 and Jackie helped to usher in a whole New Frontier of a different kind. Jackie's sense of style appeared in the Fall of 1960 - our first year of school and instantly the sun began to shine and moms around the world began to bob their hair and wear smart dresses and pearls every day it seemed - and look younger! Women's fashion was coming out of a relatively dark age - the McCarthy-era. Out was dour and drab and in was bright colors and smart looks.<br />
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Above is a gorgeous picture of Jackie Kennedy - pearls and all. She would almost single-handedly put fashion back on the map with her simple designs and pastel colors.<br />
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It seemed every other week when I came home from school, my mom was either hosting a coffee and tea afternoon or at another neighbor's house who's turn it was to host one. The mom's always used their best china and silver for these things. Even without these coffee hours, the mom's seemed to always dress their best - even pearls! When I would ask "Why are you dressed up?" my mom's reply was usually "You never know who might stop in." She always looked great for the egg man, the milk man and the laundry man!!<br />
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The 60's suddenly saw women gaining confidence and finding independence. Marlo Thomas through her tv show "That Girl!" would tell the world that it was ok to be yourself - to go bra-less, to have a career and have your own apartment! Twiggy would - along with a wave of British bands - bring mod fashions to the younger generation and women's liberation led by Gloria Steinem would soon make headlines. <br />
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Above is Twiggy who would along with the huge wave of British bands from the 1960's gave us the mod look!<br />
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Above is Marlo Thomas who's "That Girl" character Ann Marie would show that its ok to have a career, an apartment and to sometimes not wear a bra!<br />
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So in the 60's began a series of very stylish fashion shows put on by the mom's of Glen School - hey even Miss Nostas was a model! - but for the most part the models were our moms and sisters.<br />
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At various times the models would include: Anita Bennett, Yvonne Foytlin, Clara Gould, Dagmar Randolph, Joan Sinclair, Betty Stillwell, Miss Suzie Andersen, Miss Gail Kramer (Alex's sister - remember Alex - what a drummer!), Ruth Glisch (who sadly lost a child in a terrible accident on Van Emburgh Ave), Joann Hansen, Joan Frankhauser, Elizabeth Nostas, Dard Jones, Nancy Flynn, Miss Carole Rimmer and Dianne Rath. I am sure there were others as there were at least 3 or 4 of these events through the years.<br />
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The fashions would be provided by Peck and Peck, Mary Plumb of Glen Rock and Betty Carrey among others.<br />
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The girls in my class and other classes would attend with their mom's and sisters and according to Ann Rimmer - really looked forward to it. Ann's mom - Mae - was one of the organizers. One of Ann's sisters - Carole was also involved as a model.<br />
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Annie remembers this about the fashion shows: "I was excited because they were both involved," (her mom and sister Carole), "and I do remember going with my mom to Bette Carrey's on Route 17 a few times (that was the boutique that supplied the clothes) to pick out stuff and loving that cause I've always been into fashion!"<br />
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Above is (l to r) Ann Rimmer and her sister Carole. Photo was taken at Annie's house just prior to leaving with their mom for a fashion show at Glen School. Classic Annie - did you ever not smile?!!<br />
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These events were memorable - I can't imagine them happening today. They took place at a time when our mom's for the most part were home, had the time and could really plan these things - and they always came off without a hitch and with class. <br />
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Sometimes the fashion show would be coupled with the mom's playing cards. The scorecards would be included in the fashion program. Not sure what card games they played but the scorecards had headings like "We" and "They"! The playing cards were on loan from the Schweinfurth Florist and yes they had to be returned!<br />
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Tons of door prizes were donated by local businesses that included: Helen Elliott's Candy, Grand Way, Irving Drugs, Davis Pharmacy, Kobbe & Flannery American Motors Dealer, Marcus Jewelers, Ridgewood Luggage, T&W Ice Cream, The Four Poster (Jill Neandross' dad's store at the Garden State Plaza), Winchell's and Castro Convertibles to name just a few of the many businesses that contributed their products or gift certificates. <br />
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The table favors were usually donated by Clairol, Eve Arden, Sealfon's, Phillip Morris and Town & Country Pharmacy.<br />
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To enhance the decor, stage props were used used and these were donated by Glen Rock Lumber, Bergen Bluestone, Nature's Creations of Upper Saddle River and Suzanne Wirtz who was a teacher from Mahwah, NJ.<br />
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Below is a 15 minute recording by Ken deGruchy of the fashion show from March 10, 1967 - probably the show Annie attended with her sister as it was our 6th grade year. While its a little long - you get a feel for what it was like. I think the recording is either just before or after the actual modeling took place because there is music being played - all insturments played by our parents! The music of course reminds me of what my parents played - ugh I hated it so and it reminds me of my parents basement parties!! You hear a lot of chatter and Ken talking with some other boys who were present. (Not posted yet)<br />
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Though it would vary, the Fashion Show committee would include: Barbara Perdue, Mae Rimmer, Mrs. James T. Rhodes, Mrs. Joseph Flynn, Jo Lalumia, Bix Smethurst, Delores Meltzer, Rosemary Fierro, Pauly Yates, Mrs. Ralph B. Sweet, Mrs. Donald Krueger, Else Ege, Helen Romines, Mrs. James A. Rudy and Nina Harootunian. I am sure there were others so if you know the names please let me know so I can add them here.<br />
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The models would be accompanied by piano music which was played by Mrs. Edward Zima - who I believe was the wife of Mr. Zima our 5th grade teacher. There would be other music afterwards during the coffee and cards.<br />
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Then there was the stage lighting and this was handled almost exclusively by Ken deGruchy who was a pro at this sort of thing even at that young age!<br />
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Of course there many other parts to these shows too. Hair styles for the models were attended to by Leonard Benjamin of Ridgewood and Colonial Beauty Salon of Ridgewood. <br />
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The commentator at the shows was Mrs. Leonard Kramer (Alex and Gail's mom) - introducing the models, the clothing, etc.<br />
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Myron Andersen (dad to Suzie!) built and designed the runway. Robert Pearston who was a graphic arts student at Ben Franklin Junior High printed the programs which of course were designed by Else Ege (see samples below). <br />
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Above some samples of Else Ege's artwork used for the fashion show programs. <br />
Carpet for the runway was provided by Oskan Harootunian. <br />
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A&P provide the coffee while Grand Union (Grandway) provided tea and sugar. Ed Zima and Whitehouse Dairy provided all the ice cream.<br />
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The shows always had titles like: "Spring Reflects A New Look In Fashions and the Home", "Fashion Fantasies", "Fashion and Cards" and "A Certain Kind of Woman".<br />
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The fashion shows were just part of number of different events that were held at Glen School over the years.<br />
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My thanks to Else Ege for allowing to use her programs, to Ann Rimmer for the photo of her and Carole and to Gail Kramer for remembering. <br />
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Thanks to Ken deGruchy for providing the recording from the March, 1967 fashion and card show.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0