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Weequahic surroundings on our minds:
Joan Radin Gerard (1/62)
My mom shopped at S. Klein on the Square. I can still see the piles of clothing
strewn haphazardly on large tables with piles of merchandise. Mom would join
the shoppers pulling out items and holding them up for inspection. My friend and I got our first felt poodle skirts there, our scratchy crinolines and our pink leather jackets. Shoes were also strewn on tables attached by a string to keep them together.
We would sort through the piles searching for the correct size and then try them on as we stood amongst the multitude of shoppers. Everyone was in search of a bargain and felt a sense of achievement when we found one. When my treasured Mom passed many years ago, in her linen closet I found a new yellowed tablecloth still encased in plastic with a sticker that said “S. Klein on the Square $1.99.” Joan
Jan Krusch (6/58)
To Allan Markus (66), thanks for jogging my old brain when you mentioned Andy's Sporting Goods Store on Osborne Terrace. My first tennis racquet was a blue and white made by Spaulding. It was made of wood and when not in use had to be placed in a wood frame so it wouldn't warp. The racquet was given to me by my family's wonderful friends and neighbors, the Gross Family when we lived next door to each other on Clinton Place. What nice memories! Jan
Leslie Goldman Pumphrey (6/62)
Just wanted to thank Naomi Lampf Gelfand (1/60) for her comment about Gil Lustig (1/60) who took the initiative to reach out to all of our classmates with a virtual yearbook he compiled. Also is appreciated is his including those who skipped out of our class to be able to graduate in June of 1959 for using the term “skipped.”
When talking with friends as a (mostly) grownup about my past, someone invariably would ask me what I meant when I said that many of us were “skipped” to move to a June graduation date. Some of us even skipped twice. When I was in 4th Grade, Maple sent a letter home that asked our parent's permission to allow us to “skip” from 4B to 5B. We had gone through testing from Mildred V. Johnso; remember her as the Vice Principal?) My parents (and many others) flatly refused.
I guess that by the next year, the administration got wiser. They didn’t even ask our parents. In the morning, we were in 5B; after we came back from lunch, we were put in 6B. We had been “skipped.” No request, just a “done deal.” We graduated from grammar school in January, 1959.
After I got to Weequahic, I “skipped” once again. Like many others, this time I went to summer school to get sufficient credits to graduate in June 1962. So, I got myself “skipped.” Reading the word “skipped” brought back a flood of memories: the confusion of involuntary skipping; and the angst of classmates who, for some reason, were NOT skipped. Recalled feeling off-kilter and neither here-nor-there as a new member of the Class of 1962, yet with friends in the Class of 1963. Thanks, Naomi, for bringing back a term I hadn’t heard in many years. Leslie
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