Lew Wymisner (6/64) points to some third generational WHS pride:
Below is the link to a short article about Daniel Edelman, grandson of Hannah (WHS 63/WO Mountain 65)) and the late Stu Edelman (6/64). Daniel is a member of the NY Red Bulls soccer team and the US Under-20 National Team: Link to Article on Daniel Edelman. Lew
Alan Ginter (64/65) continues the discussion on the “Weequahic Lifestyle,” focusing on a Weequahic family and the “work ethic:”
As I noted in a previous comment, I play bass and sing in a terrific quartet every Friday at a Ballroom Dance with folks of all ages who know how to dance. The Quartet’s leader is Ken Meyers, a Brooklyn-born pianist who vacationed in the Catskills in the 1940s and played there in the 50s and 60s. I vacationed there in the 50s and played there the 60s and early 70s. We talk endlessly about the times; we played for a lot of the same entertainers (we like to say that if you saw them on Ed Sullivan, one or both of us likely played them) at the same bungalow colonies and hotels, small and large, and for some of the same bandleaders. I naively thought it would last forever and it saddens me that it didn't.
That leads me nicely to my experiences with the "Weequahic Lifestyle." The work ethic was very much a central part of the lives of my family and everybody I knew. Both our parents worked before my older brother, Fred (61) and I started Chancellor Avenue School. Once Freddy went to school full-time, Mommy stayed at home until I graduated Chancellor, January 1961. Then she went right back to work for her brother, our Uncle George Teitelbaum (father of Hal 65) at his Belmont Avenue (later Roselle Park) photo developing plant.
My father worked at Reliable Electrical Supply Co. 305-307 Springfield Avenue since shortly after they were married in 1938. While I was at Weequahic, my father changed from Reliable to Gamarel Electrical Supply Company on Chancellor Avenue. across the street from the 2nd Watson Bagel in Irvington. Everyone we knew worked. My Uncle Abe "Rusty" and Aunt Evelin Feldman (parents of Frances 61 and Susan 66) lived in the downstairs flat on Schley Street (we were upstairs). Uncle Rusty was a painter for the City of Newark and Aunt Evelin was a Newark substitute teacher until she got her credential while I was at Chancellor. They got the down payment for our 2-family Schley Street house (272, the 7th house up from Margie's) from our grandfather, Louis Teitelbaum, who lived with us.
Back in the day, my grandfather used to deliver the Forward Newspaper with a horse and wagon in the harsh winters wearing a vest made out of newspapers. before we moved to Schley St., my Mother, Uncle George, and Aunt Evelin grew up in a six-family house in front of a horse stable, thus the tale of my grandpa delivering the Forward by horse and wagon. He was forced to retire as a delivery driver for Pechter's Bakery when he became too ill to drive. All five cousins I mentioned above either went to work right after high school (Fred joined the Air Force and then worked) or went to college and then worked.
Fortunately, I made all my spending money since I was 13 from playing music. I started with Denny Lohman (6/63) on piano, Ritchie Mintz (6/63) on sax, and my best friend Jeff Davis (64) on drums. We were so resourceful that we worked at least two gigs practically every weekend. After Bobby Keil (6/63) on accordion and later Alan Brown on piano replaced Denny, we were able to play the Catskills every summer and school vacation. Once I (the youngest member) started college, we all worked during the week and played Catskills’ bungalow colonies on the weekends. While I was at Trenton State, my mother started working for Essex County running a giant photostat machine with two other women in the basement of the courthouse. By the way, the parents of all the band members also worked. So yes, the "Weequahic Lifestyle" involved a healthy dose of work ethic.
I have more to say about Route 22 and the various Weequahic doctors but I'll save it. My wife, Valerie (Our Lady of Perpetual Help, Brooklyn, 1966), says I can talk to a brick wall for 20 minutes before I realize it's a one-sided conversation. Until next time.... Alan
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