Then, there is a pamphlet from their 40-year reunion, which would put them at about 60 years old in 1980. You can see some of them above, laughing and smiling in their fine clothes, reminiscing, dancing, and enjoying being with their fellow graduates again.
But now, it is all over. I grew up with all of these people. They were all faces in my neighborhood. Friends of my parents. Parents of my friends. I saw them buying lox and herring in the dairy store, in temple, sitting in the restaurants and trying on dresses on Bergen Street. They all would have been born around 1921, like my father, but the ones I could identify are all gone. Though many of the homes they lived in, still exist, their children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren continue. They themselves, if there isn’t a picture, don’t exist any longer and the same for their experiences in the neighborhood and the lost memories.
How can we look through the pages of this Legend, a book that once was brand-new and now realize that these people are no more real than illusions or dreams or mostly forgotten memories. Especially, when they were so loved, so cared for; their lives were so important? I put the yearbook away because I can’t bear the thought that what I am holding in my hands. Yet, the Legend is one of the only places where their memories continue to exist.
On the other hand, in allowing us to share memories, the weekly “WHS Note” does make everyone's memory for a blessing. Our exchanges, recollections and reminiscences do make the families, the neighborhood, and the memories come alive again. And everyone who reads these memories on Fridays, feels the same way. The newsletter is where some of the memories come back to life again, and, very often, as if not a moment has passed in our shared Weequahic experience. So lucky we are to have this precious conduit to our past and to the many graduates of Weequahic whose photos, classes, activities, future ambitions and high school and neighborhood stories appear in their yearbooks. Jacqueline
“Dem ole W-attachments:”
Myron Borden (1/52)
Harry Boodish also had a daughter who was the youngest member of their very nice family. Leon Malamed worked next door in Moishe's, a Kosher restaurant, with his lovely wife. My best friend, Merwin Feinsot, Class of January 1953, who lived very nearby at 200 Clinton Place, passed away a couple of years ago.
Along with Larry Barsher, (1/52) and Dave Schwartz (1/53), we used the Boodish Candy Store as our evening meeting place most nights of the week. Others in our nightly group were Alan Ginsberg, Calvin Drucks and Allen Rubenstein, who by the way, is still actively practicing medicine at the age of 89.
In those days, many groups of friends used local eateries as their unofficial "clubhouses" as did others throughout the city of Newark. There are many funny stories I can relate about Merwin Feinsot, who somehow had been the main character of humorous episodes as a Newark teenager. I will do so in a future edition here. Myron
Herman Rosenfeld (67)
Thanks for featuring Jerry’s Izenberg’s book, “Baseball, Nazis and Nedrick’s Hot Dogs.” I have been reading his columns for many decades, his other books and his writing on the NY football Giants. I just ordered his latest, and look forward to reading it. Herman
Shirley Sarasohn Birnholz (1/49)
I so enjoy all the memories from the neighborhood and school. I marvel at the total recall so many have from their years growing up in the wonderful Weequahic section! I had the good fortune to attend Maple Avenue School when we lived on Weequahic Avenue, and then Chancellor and Weequahic High School when we lived on Summit Avenue. I married my classmate, Jack Birnholz, in 1953, and we lived in Millburn before moving to Florida in 1974 with our three children.
A huge highlight was attending our 50th high school reunion after Jack had a heart transplant. I moved to California after Jack passed away in July 2004. Reading the “WHS Note” is a real joy! Thanks for the memories. Shirley
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