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The line on Weequahic-Past:
Marv Goldberg (6/47)
I believe that "adult boy” who was selling newspapers on the corner of Elizabeth and Meeker Avenues to Phil "The Scooter" Rizzuto also had a nickname, "Speeka." He was the father of "Alf” Sanders, who graduated from WHS around 1946. By the way, also around that same time, I was selling newspapers in the street on the corner of Bergen and Lyons Avenue. The "adult boy" there was a guy named "Lou." We sold the next day NY News and NY Mirror at night, mostly to cars in the street. Thanks for the memory! Marv
Jac Toporek (6/63)
Where in the Weequahichood was the best pet vet and what were your recollections and memories with them as a pet owner? Jac
Fred Derf Goldman (6/62)
OK, let’s see about the main things that were important in high school; at least to me. First, of course, was graduation and, maybe, next was dating and getting your driver’s license. So, how many used their driver’s license the way I did? Number one on my list was speed, which meant finding out how fast your car was. The first place we found was right off Chancellor Avenue called Woolsey Street which came through to Lyons Avenue. We soon found out it was way too dangerous. While looking for another spot, we heard there were big money races on Route 22 east in Union. The strip ran from Adventure Car Hop to the Flagship. After watching a few races, the realization was that they were life and death adventures. Better to be safe. We found the right place at Port Newark; nice open streets, well lit, no traffic. Ran a few times, but it was a pain in the butt to get to.
Driver’s license, car, new found freedom and, of course, next came girls, either trying to pick them up or, if you were lucky enough to have a girlfriend, you need a good place to park and make out. I had a couple of places, one of which was in South Orange, at the reservation. There was a lot of places to park in the woods right off the road but the cops patrolled the area A really good secluded spot was in the back of the parking lot of Valley Fair leading to a little street just big enough for one car to park with trees on both sides, no house close by and never any traffic came by.
Last, but not least, was the prom! You had to have a car or somebody with whom to double date who had a car. When the prom was over, a bunch of us were off to Bradley Beach with convertible tops down even though it was cold who cared. It was 4 years of torture over for me!! But what happened in Bradley is a whole other story for another time although hose kids who made that trip (you know who your) will never forget that night and day.
So, I would love to hear what getting your driver’s license meant to you, not only from the guys, but the girls, too. Certainly, there are a a number of great stories out there. Derf
Elaine Sheitelman Furman (6/56)
I still miss all the bakery products that we took for granted at the bakeries in the Weequahic section. Haven't found any seven-layer cake or charlotte russe or so many other treats like the Russian rye bread with the black seeds, etc. Rye bread here is from packaged goods. Kosher deli doesn't exist anymore here in the north of Florida. I also miss the kosher butcher shops we had. Now I buy my kosher meat from mail order, though Trader Joes occasionally has what I want. Elaine
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