Marcia Kaplan Zajac (59)
Just love the reminiscing. I still frequent the Bradley area and, in the summer, I do beach on Sunday mornings. Just being there brings back fond memories.
Marcia
Jayne Solomon Mackta (Hillside 62)
On behalf of the Bradley Beach Historical Society, I express appreciation to Warren Bratter’s sharing of his memories of summers down the shore. The Historical Society welcomes stories, photos and any memorabilia capturing time spent in our special beach town in the 40s, 50s, 60s and 70s. As BBHS VP for Membership & Programs I invite you to ell, write or come on down. I can be reached at
jaynemackta@gmail.com. Jayne
Jac Toporek (6/63)
For the most part, summer days in Bradley were not memorable Weequahic moments. Do not recall meeting WHS classmates or friends for weekend or daily ventures other than playing hooky as a senior one day with WHS soccer team mates and driving down to Bradley on a chilly early spring day to walk the boards and smell the ocean. May have run into some Weequahic students on the beach, but it was a simple “Hi” and off for another dip in the Atlantic. If truth be told, was sort of socially awkward in high school which made for diminished interactions outside of school and on the Weequahic Riviera, Bradley Beach.
Days spent at Bradley were family gatherings, our own and the families of Holocaust Survivors who, like my survivor parents, were trying to build new lives in New Jersey, fit in and do what the mainstream Jewish community in Newark did on hot summer days, go to Bradley. And they did it all, beach, rooming house rentals, heating up that great Jewish delicacies my mother would bring in pots, etc. to sustain us through the longer stays, walking the boards in fur attire for some, dancing with bandstand music playing pleasingly in the background, taking the walk to Asbury Park and silently blasting the residents of Ocean Grove for their intolerance of outsiders (especially Jews), playing the arcade games in Bradley and Asbury, and; you know, fitting in. And, “catch up.” Oh yes, much of the conversations were in Yiddish or broken English with Jewish subtitles.
When I think about it, Bradley was less a Weequahic experience than a Jewish experience. But, must admit, that after graduation from Weequahic, more socially aware and active and the car keys in hand, and a lady friend or two, Bradley became a lot less of a Jewish experience and more of a leaning on the Weequahic connection experience. Jac
Hortense Greenwald’s Dancing School does a few more nostalgic steps:
Rita Kravet Rzepka 1/55
I did not start the reminiscing of Hortense Greenwald’s Dancing School but I have something to add. Hortense Greenwald was a Mrs., married name was Shider. Her daughter’s name was Harriet. I had lunch with her about seven or eight years ago at Summit Mall. My cousin, Rena Greebel Birnbaum (6/53), had danced with Harriet in the 1940’s and kept in touch with her all those years. Hortense lived to be over 100 years old and just died about nine years ago. Rita
Marvin Kaleky (Hillside 55)
Hortense Greenwald was married to Leon Shider. They lived on Williamson Avenue in Hillside, just a few minutes from her dance studio over the Mayfair Theater. I went to school with her daughter Harriet, who passed earlier this year. She had another daughter Helen. In later years, Hortense lived with Harriet in Springfield where I always visited them on my trips to NJ from Florida. The final time I saw Hortense, she had just celebrated her 103rd birthday. She passed shortly afterwards. Hortense was an absolutely amazing woman.
Memoirs in Orange & Brown:
Helen Metzger Schoenblum (6/57)
In high school, Mr. Seltzer was my favorite teacher. It was wonderful seeing his picture in Lew Kampel’s (60) commentary. He was the only teacher with whom I ever had a friendship. I took two of his science classes. He joked around with me and made me feel special. Helen
Janice Misurell (6/63)
This is an addendum to Herman Rosenfeld's (67) comments on Ronny Elberger 62) with whom I was in the band and marching band. He played an unforgettable jazz version of the Star-Spangled Banner on tenor sax. As a professional musician myself, his version was one of the best I've ever heard, after all these years! RIP, Ronny. Janice
Maxine Feinblatt Kaplowitz (65)
In response to Alan Ginter’s (6/60) mention of him, my dad actually rented the downstairs apartment from Marvin’s (“Feinblatt of Indian Pizzeria fame”) mom. So, now there were two Feinblatt families in one home. My brother was Les Feinblatt and me, his younger sister. I just remember our mail always got screwed up between the families. It was 167 Lehigh Avenue. So many memories. Maxine
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