FEBRUARY 25, 2022

Hi Exhibitors of Chancellor Avenue Charm,
Eileen Paulman Risack (61) has formally been added to the weekly chatter at eishops@aol.com.
Harry Mix (46) joins the WHS e-alums at harry1928@aol.com.
Dan Mont (6/46) is now receiving e-mail at danmont1928@gmail.com.
Lenny Strauss (6/53) and Jay Levinson (66) share sad news:
One of our very closest dearest friends for over 70 years, Rona Zimmerman Lubetkin passed away peacefully on January 21 at home. Rona attended Weequahic from 1952-54 and graduated from Columbia H.S. in 1955.
There will never be another Rona. She was so special, so caring. She will be greatly missed and never forgotten. Her husband Charles Tudy Lubetkin, who graduated Weequahic in June 1949, is in the Newark Athletic Hall of Fame and the NJIT Hall of Fame. Rona’s dad was Moe Zimmerman, the owner of Brick Church Appliance stores. Tudy ran all the stores. 
Tudy is moving to Boca Raton, Florida in June and be reached on his cell,
973-650-0236 or at clubetkin@cabinetsdirectusa.com. Lenny
Aileen Zweig Tannenbaum, 92, passed away peacefully on December 23, 2021 at Bear Creek Assisted Living in West Windsor, NJ. Born on July 26, 1929, she was raised in Newark and lived in Irvington for many years. Aileen was a 1947 graduate of Weequahic High School and was a Magna Cum Laude graduate from Kean University in Union where she majored in Elementary Education and Library Sscience.
Her career was as a medical librarian at Union Hospital. In her later years, Aileen was an avid reader of all types of literature and participated in various book groups and attended many lectures on religion and current events. She continued a lifetime love of knitting and crocheting, generously donating many small crocheted lap afghans to area veterans hospitals.
She was predeceased in 1991 by her loving husband of 44 years, Melvin.
Surviving her are her children, Paul (Marcey) of Arlington, MA, Marc (Edie) of San
Antonio, TX, David (Therese Foster) of Hereford, AZ, Jere (Ken Kowalski) of Princeton, NJ and Lynn Levine (Peter) of Amsterdam, NL. She also leaves
behind 8 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren. Jay
Thomas Lewis Brown (71) highlights a Newark hero:
Does anyone remember Michael Dewitt Swangine, a 1964 graduate of Weequahic High School? Michael was killed in Vietnam on November 19, 1966, when he was just 20 years old. He was credited with assisting in saving the lives of numerous men that day when he brought his machine gun up to the front of the line to protect the rest of the unit.
Michael was awarded the Silver Star and the Purple Heart.

For more on Michel’s heroics go to Michael Swangine Obituary and
Barbara Bobbie Strauss (61) seeks an assist:
I would appreciate any contact information for Irene Bing, married name Schetelick. If you can lend assistance, please contact me at bobbie1836@yahoo.com. Bobbie
Newark Public Library program invite:
The Philip Roth Book Club is delighted to have Ira Nadel host our first discussion of The Ghost Writer on Saturday, March 19th at 1:00 p.m. (EST).
Please e-mail prpl@npl.org or call 973-733-3614 to sign up.
Elaine Hersh Krusch (50) shares link to article highlighting the “Best of Roth:”
Warren Bratter (1/60) shares first installment of remembrance of Eddie Barker (6/59) so that “our collective group of WHS alumni learn more about this unforgettable teammate and WHS grad:”
In my senior year at Hamilton College, the home football game which had begun against a relentless Wesleyan University team on a sunny, windless day of moderate fall temperatures, and short-sleeved game jerseys, suddenly turned into a contest played in howling, ceaseless Canadian winds on a field where the yard markers and sidelines were obliterated by snow. The wind racing through the ear holes in my helmet and through the tall pine trees surrounding the field made hearing the quarterback’s signals virtually impossible.
Usually sure-handed, midway through the fourth quarter, even though I had returned a punt for a touchdown, I had also already dropped three of the seven passes thrown to me. Returning to the huddle having just run a long sideline route, my adductor muscles buzzing from trying to sprint and cut on the iced-over field, my hands, fingers, and toes numb, my uncovered arms red and feeling anesthetized, my head still reverberating from the last hit by the left outside linebacker's hands as he smacked them against the block of ice that was my helmet, I had an unexpected vision — an epiphany.
It was not of me catching the winning pass nor of seeing myself break a tackle at the line of scrimmage, cut back and score. Nor was it a godly or ungodly apparition that appeared to me. It was of Eddie Barker. Now, at that moment in the Fall of 1963, I had not seen my trusted Weequahic High School teammate in almost five years (our WHS Football Team grad class photos, below). Yet there he was. 
He simply materialized in front of my snow glazed eyes. I could not mistake his helmetless visage, his orange jersey with black numerals, gold pants and black high-top shoes. He didn’t speak to me; and I hadn't passed out. Nevertheless, at that moment, in that place, in my physical exhaustion, Ed's visitation seemed entirely plausible. In a split second, like a condemned man who sees his life flash before him as he is about to be executed by a firing squad, I was reunited with Ed. I saw us meeting for the first time in the summer of 1958 at Weequahic Park. I saw myself shaking hands with his gaunt, steel beam of a father. I remembered us beating Linden in the first game we played together. I saw us in the rain and in the mud. I saw him repeating numbing practice drills when everyone else was ready to quit.
Miraculously, his sudden appearance in my mind’s eye filled me with an adrenalin-like surge of energy; and then I was standing in the semicircular grouping of our huddle. I was the last one to get back. I said nothing. I put my hands between my legs for warmth, listened to the play, and then struggled again to hear the quarter back’s count. We lost by two points. In time, I forgot about this hallucinatory athletic moment. 
More of my thoughts on Eddie Barker continues March 4, 2022 in the “WHS Note.” Warren.
Ray Drake’s (1/50) Weequahic Word Association, Part II:”
Fire House-on the corner of Leigh Avenue and Bergen Street across from the Park Movie. My next-door neighbor on Shephard Avenue fell asleep while smoking. The bed caught fire. He called to report the fire and went to the front door to unlock it. When the fire truck arrived, one of the firemen came running to the unlocked front door and without trying it smashed the upper glass portion of the door with an axe. He never tried the door to see if it was unlocked. They put out the fire with an extinguisher. They had to get the door repaired.
YM-YWHA on High Street-where I learned to swim in the indoor pool in the nude. 
Mr. Ben Epstein-my Homeroom and Biology Class teacher who was a Socialist. He trimmed his mustache between classes. After the National Scholastic monthly news bulletin appeared in October of 1950 reporting my election as National Vice President of Junior Achievement Companies, he would call me Mr. NAM (National Association of Manufacturers).
Phil Roth-always wore short sleeve sweaters.
Weequahic basketball team-State Champs for my freshman and sophomore years.
Larkey's Store-was on the corner of Halstead and Market Streets downtown where I bought my first long pants and stopped wearing knickers. Ray
Sandy Margolis- lived on Shephard Avenue and had a pair of Tom Mix cap guns with holsters. 
Phyllis Henig-lived across the street and once took me to Olympic Park in Irvington.
Dave Breitkoff-lived at 149 Shephard and could kick a football in the street from light pole to light pole.
Roger Soloman-of Shephard Avenue whose family had a TV and we watched Texaco Théâtre on Tuesday evenings.
Joan Del Gercio -was Phyllis Henig’s best friend and her dad worked for the Newark Sanitation Department.
Julius Kohn's butcher store-on Bergen Street where Bill was his assistant. I worked there after school and on Saturdays for 4 years as a delivery boy on a bicycle with a big basket and small front wheel.
Snacks at work were ham slices with a slice of cheese and sauerkraut rolled up like a fat cigar.
Lyons Avenue apartments-near Elizabeth Avenue where Mayor Ellenstein lived and his maid gave me 25 cent tips when I delivered there. 
Jack Tabachnick’s Deli-on Bergen Street near Lyons Av where they had barrels in front of the counters filled with pickles and green tomatoes. He sold the best tongue sandwich on rye.
Look for Part III in the next edition of the “WHS Note” on March 4, 2022. Ray 

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