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(5 Star Final Edition) - JUL/AUG 2006 -vol. 19 -# 4 published on the 15th day of odd numbered months - on line at HTTP://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/jedsey_journal/ - e-mail to jedsey_journal@compuserve.com - US Mail to - 74 Cottage St., Jersey City NJ, 07306


This project revives a Jersey City based newsletter from the late '50s/early '60s, and is dedicated to John White, Bobby Rey and Badd Ladd - holding a spot at the bar for us at that big Joe Crine's in the sky.

"JED IS A SUMMER FESTIVAL" (Editorial) ........ by Jedsey

"Summertime and the living is easy,"

Sorry to be so late in completing this issue but read on and you will understand the irresponsible nature that overtakes my character, at this time of year, causing me to go running after more pleasurable pursuits to the neglect of scheduled duties. Since my early school days I came to understand that summer vacation was a reward for a year of hard work. Every summer became a time to forget responsibility and seek out really fun things to do and when all the fun things were exhausted, every summer became a time to forget responsibility and just relax.

NORTH END BEACH - SPRING LAKE - Joe Ilvento the 1st is surrounded by his grandsons, Charles and brother Joseph Ilvento the 5th on left and right and Jackie Dimatteo in rear.

When I was just a little kid my parents introduced me to the Shore by taking me to Asbury Park where I was completely seduced by the spectacular beach and wonderful amusements. The next year they began taking summer rentals in both Spring Lake and Avon. I recall that these early rental units were bungalows that could only be used in the summer time and they were equipped with the most "modern" appliances including ice boxes that required delivery of large blocks of ice several times a week; toasters that sat on top of the gas range and required manual flipping of the slice of bread and 78 rpm record players that required manual cranking and used a big horn to amplify the sound. Sometimes we commuted to the shore on a wonderful old train that switched to a steam engine in South Amboy, and every night I would fall asleep to the romantic eerie sounds of the steam engine and its whistle as the trains finished their late night runs to the Shore.

My grandfather, Joe Ilvento, visited us the first time we stayed in Spring Lake and fell in love with the town and bought a house on Washington Ave. across from the town hall and a few years later he sold his business to his children and relocated to live out his retirement years in Spring Lake. We often spent vacation time in his big house there, where he grew tomatoes in his rear garden and ate big Sunday meals on a table under a grape arbor in the rear yard.

Summer became a time to make friends with kids from other towns who we would only hang out with for a few months each year, but as we got older we stayed in touch with our city friends who were at the shore and sometimes stayed in the same towns and other times set up visits with them where ever they were staying. Eventually this evolved into going to the Shore and staying in the same rooming house with friends and finally to getting together with a group and taking a summer rental.

Arriving for the first day of a vacation at the Jersey Shore always reminded me of the opening sequence of "The Wizard of Oz", where the film starts out in Black and White and when Dorothy opens the door and steps into Oz all the scenes are Technicolor. I related that to leaving behind the last vestiges of winter and urban grunginess and coming off the Parkway into Spring Lake where everything was clean, and bright white fences and porches bordered the green, green lawns and at the end of the block lay the white sandy beach and the sparkling blue ocean.

Other early vacations included trips to Niagara Falls and Canada as well as a long car trip to visit my Aunt Fay and Uncle Bob in Florida. There were stays at guest houses and resorts in the Poconos and the Catskills and an early trip to Atlantic City where I got so see all the streets that lent their names to my Monopoly game. With the exception of the trip to Florida, none of the above offered the rest and relaxation that you could get at the Shore. Nothing ever compared to the feeling of rejuvenation after a day of swimming and body surfing in the Atlantic Ocean and soaking up the rays of the sun while you dried off at the end of the day. After an entire summer of days like this, the body and mind were recharged and ready for another school year, but the carrot on the end of that stick was for the cycle to repeat itself. The last day of school symbolized freedom from responsibility and discipline - the summer meant a time to unwind and do whatever you wanted to. I felt a personality change when summer rolled around each year and I suspect my friends felt the same. We pushed each other to do things that we didn't dare do in our home communities just because things were so easy going and relaxed at the Shore. Whether I felt stifled in school or just the opposite during summer vacation doesn't matter, but I know that any personality I have, emerged during these summer months.

SOUTH END POOL - SPRING LAKE - summer friends Ronnie Biggs, Ned Nagle (in girl's bathing suit), Jack Dimatteo, Jimmy Burlington and Shirley Meliggio.

In the early years in Spring Lake there wasn't too much trouble to get into. Once a year we would get together and climb the fence into the deserted Maloney mansion and explore this relic from the opulent era of Spring Lake. Maloney was a Pittsburg millionaire who had lost his fortune in the stock marked crash and it looked like one day they just walked away from the beautiful estate. It was still furnished and the gardens, fountains, pool and servant's buildings almost seemed to maintain themselves. Maloney's daughter Catherine had accidentally drowned in the lake near his home, so he had donated the money to build St. Catherine's church next to that lake as her shrine. I had heard that the police once chased some kids off the grounds but we never had a problem. In fact there were never any problems and the police were almost invisible in Spring Lake which probably hadn't had any local crime in years.

Then one day we were all sitting in the outside deck behind Peterson's Ice Cream parlor and 16 year old Betty Nagle honked her horn as she drove by in a car that she had been fixing up to use when she turned 17. Sitting shotgun was one of her boyfriends who was on leave from Ft Dix and was helping her get the car in running order, and in the back seat was his army buddy and Carol Burlington. Well, they must have been going 26 mph instead of the mandatory 25 because out of nowhere came a Spring Lake police scooter with Officer Neuman in hot pursuit. When he made the bust of the underage driver and whatever MV infractions he could cite the vehicle for, and then the involvement of the young soldiers - it all became the biggest "crime" that town had seen in years. But even more than that ….. the battle lines had been drawn. We were to find out that we were known to the Shore communities as "Bennys" - a derogatory term given to the rude crew from the north who came each year to wreck havoc on these little seashore communities. (Supposedly "Benny" is a collective term for those who come to the Shore every summer from Bayonne. Elizabeth, Newark, and NY etc.)

Officer Neuman went on to become Police Chief of Spring Lake and we all went on to become Benny's of the first order. This issue gives us a look back at some of the wonderful summer memories over the years. The readers' contributions to this theme were the best ever with the centerpiece being a heartwarming memoir from Marty Walsh, entitled "Run Paul, Run" - AND then check out the amazing coincidence that connected me to that same story.

Hope you're all having a wonderful summer - Enjoy …………


MAYOR JERRY HEALY presented JC native Ed Bowler with an official proclamation of honor at last year's Jersey City reunion in Sea Bright. - At right is parking lot of Barry's Tavern in Bradley Beach where Mayor Healy was arrested earlier this summer.

Mayor Jeremiah Healy continues to prove himself as a Man of the (Real) People of Jersey City . In the past 12 months he has shown up at the Donovan's reunion to present an official proclamation to Ed Bowler; joined in on our annual Badd Ladd Day festivities and even contributed a song or two and now in the face of a light news month he has kicked off the summer with an escapade right in tune with the theme for this JJ issue.

The Mayor was arrested outside of his brother in law's (former Kelly's bartender George Barry) pub in Bradley Beach when he tried to straighten out the local police who were called to stop a disturbance and they started arresting the party that was being disturbed. When the Mayor tried to clarify the situation the Police informed him that they were capable of figuring out their mistake (eventually) and did not need his help so they arrested him by throwing him to the ground stepping on him and restraining him with hand cuffs. They could probably have gotten away with all of that but then, for good measure, they decided to spray him in the face with Mace and now the town faces a law suit that could bankrupt it.

All in all this is starting off as a real throwback summer and Steve Barry is already cranking up the biplane to trail the victory banner.

AMISH KAYAKERS RESCUE ROBBIE AND JED .................. by Jedsey

STILL DRY - Robbie and Jed starting off on Delaware Canoe trip .......... (photo by Ralph Walti)

I took Robbie on a canoe trip on the flood swollen Delaware River. He had never done white water before but I figured the high water level eliminated most of the rapids or at least brought them down from class 5 to class 2 rapids and would not need to be "pulled through" by strong rowing. I gave Robbie the front (power stroke) position which I would normally take and I sat in the rear figuring to control the direction and just keep us heading straight and the swift current would take us downstream. Then we hit a huge standing wave somewhere around Pond Eddy and we didn't make it through and flipped over. Somehow we saved paddles and everything that was in the boat but as we held to the canoe the swift current took us through more rapids and we were not able to get to the shore on either side.

After we had been swept a quarter mile down stream, a kayaker with a camping group spied us and came out and guided us to shore - It turned out that he and his group were all Amish up from southern part of PA on a vacation. I gave them the better part of our K FC 12 piece bucket of Extra Crispy as a reward.

Following that scare I switched Robbie to the back and we both sat on the canoe bottom so that it would be impossible to flip even if he wasn't able to steer us straight through any rapids. It wasn't pretty but we finished the second half of the trip without further event.


PAUL VENTI of the Essex Veteran Boxers Assn comments on the significance of the 1921 boxing match that occured at this site which is now a County school. Among those in the background are Pat and Mitch Holsten and daughter Mackenzie, John Hallanan Sr and Jr and Robbie Dimatteo's Babe Ruth coach John Brunn. .......... HENRY HASCUP, Pres of NJ Boxing Hall of Fame provides intimate details of the famous fight between Dempsey and Carpentier. Standing in background are veteran boxers who came to remember the events of a day that was exactly 85 years ago.

The 85th anniversary of the first million dollar fight gate was marked for the 1921 Championship Fight held at Boyle's Thirty Acres in Jersey City. The fight between American Jack Dempsey and French Champion Geroges Carpentier is credited with saving boxing at that time. A press conference was held at the New Jersey Room of the Jersey City Public Library where a boxing memorabilia exhibit had been set up by Paul Venti of the Retired Essex County Boxers Assn. and Henry Hascup, President of the New Jersey Boxing Hall of Fame.

Among the speakers at the event were Councilman Bill Gaughan and Councilman at Large Peter Brennan, Historian Bob Leach, Paul Venti and Henry Hascup. The main speaker was local sports writer Jim Hague.

The actual anniversary of July 3rd was marked by a ceremony at the former site of Boyle's Thirty Acres. In the crowd were a number of retired boxers and Paul Venti introduced Henry Hascup who gave a most informative and detailed talk about the "Battle of the Century".

THE JERSEY SHORE .......... from Anne Kannally

For a fantastic virtual tour of the Jersey Shore check out Dan Beards' photo albums which are always featured in the Jedsey.com links section. The photos above were all taken from Dan's Shore section. 1-Ocean front house in Spring Lake. 2-Surf and sand in Avon 3-Kelly's Bar in Neptune.

Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Heaven, God was missing for six days. Eventually, Michael, the Archangel, found Him resting on the seventh day. He inquires of God, "Where have you been?

God sighed a deep sigh Of satisfaction and proudly pointed downward through the clouds. "Look, Michael, look what I've made."Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?"

"It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put life on it. I'm going to call it earth and it's going to be a great place of balance." "Balance?" inquired Michael, still confused.

God explained, pointing to different parts of the earth, "For example, Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth, while Africa is going to be poor. The Middle East over there will be a hot spot." God continued, pointing to different countries, "This one will be extremely hot and while this one will be very cold and covered with ice."

The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a large land mass with an ocean as it border and said, "What's that one?" "Ah," said God, "that's the Jersey Shore, the most glorious place on earth. There are beautiful beaches, rivers, lakes, and climate. The people from the Jersey Shore are going to be modest, intelligent, and humorous, and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking, and high achieving people, and they will be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of peace."

Michael gasped in wonder and admiration, but then exclaimed, "What about balance, God? You said there would be balance! Everyone and everything seems so totally perfect in this place you call the Jersey Shore"

God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the assholes I'm sending down from New York every summer."


Summer attractions in Jersey City include free movies concerts and plays around town and the same are also accessible in the neighboring towns of Bayonne and Hoboken (just bring a chair). Then there are the JC Recreation Dept bus rides to Met and Yankee games that anyone can join iin for a nominal cost of less than $10 including game and transportation. At the beginning of the summer, local residents were provided with a summer calandar of events that make it almost impossible to leave town. And now you can add golfing, sport fishing and kayaking to these activities but the golfing will cost slightly more ($400,000) unless you are on the Lincoln High School golf team.


LIBERTY NATIONAL GOLF COURSE - at Caven Point in Jersey City

"Fore!" - If that's what you think you hear a golfer on the beautiful new Caven Point golf course shouting, it's more likely he was shouting "Four?" while being incredulous over the number of hundred thousand dollars he had to fork over to become a permanent member at this new private golf course. And soon after opening this year the club sold out all of its limited number of memberships

The course itself has a spectacular view of the New York City skyline and has rolling hills sculpted out of purified dredge material taken out of the adjacent Hudson River. Not too many of the local residents joined up, but Lincoln High School (which is the only public school to have a golf team) has an arrangement for their golfers to use the course.

LOCAL FISHING ......................... by Jeffrey Herrmann

PRIZE CATCHES - Jeff Herrmann and girlfriend Mel Gaman show off the large stripers that they caught in the Hudson River at Exchange Pl. in Jersey City.

Early summer is striped bass time in Raritan Bay.

As coastal waters warm Stripper Bass begin leaving their spring spawning grounds in the Hudson River estuaries north of New York City. On their way south to Raritan bay they will encounter larger schools of the baitfish known as menhaden.

The Stripped Bass will stop along their migrations routes any time they encounter these oil rich baitfish. Fortunately, for Jersey City fisherman the paths of these two fish often collide right here at our door step. In order to effectively fish the Jersey City area most successful fisherman will use either live or cut "chunked" bunker for bait. The easiest way for anyone new to the sport to get started is to simply purchase fresh bunker from any one of the areas many bait shops.

When it comes to fishing these chunk baits the most common question is, "How big should the chunk be?" You want big, fat hunks of bunker on your hook - not little slices or cubes. One adult bunker should make four or five "chunks" of bait - including the head and tail. Pass a 7/0 or 8/0 hook through the meat at the top of the chunk ONE TIME, leaving the hook point out the other side, completely exposed. The head is also a great part, so be sure to make use of it. When fishing chunks of bunker, check and change your bait every fifteen to twenty minutes. By that formula, one bunker should be good for one hour of chunking with one rod.

Bunker chunks are usually fished on the bottom, and fish-finder rigs work well. Keep your reel in free spool with the clicker on. When you get a pick up, wait until the fish runs steady for several seconds. Next, put your reel in gear, wait for the line to come tight and set the hook.

The primary area of interest for most Striper Fisherman to focus on is Liberty State Park. While access is somewhat limited in the Exchange Place area, fishing can be very good there as well. If fact a few local sharpies have taken some extraordinary fish right off the Grundy pier.

Now that summer has arrived and the local waters have warmed, the bulk of the Bass will soon be leaving the area. However don't worry, the process starts all over again come October. Both the Bass and Bunker should be back in great quantities from October through December. These fish will soon provide local anglers with yet another great opportunity to hook a "keeper" bass.

RESERVOIR UPDATE...... by Anthony Cafiero

A special kayak day at the reservoir. The day was such a success that there will be another such event in September.

Note: This is an update of a story about Jersey City's Reservoir 3 that appeared in Jedsey last year.

Summer fun in Jersey City? Thanks to the perseverance of a dedicated group of preservationists, summer recreation is taking place every Saturday in a most unlikely spot - the long abandoned Reservoir 3. Who would have guessed that kayaking, fishing, hiking, photography and painting events, and talks by tour guides, would be going on in a neglected site that once supplied water to parts of Jersey City. The group is inviting the public to come and be surprised at what this historic location has to offer. Their goal is to have the city open the doors annually to the natural attractions of a place they consider very special. But it has been a tough labor of love to get this far, and the future remains uncertain. Although the city had allowed public access to the facility last year, it saw fit to padlock it for this season. What follows is the story about how this civic-minded group gave their all to win a reprieve.

"Unlock the gate to Reservoir 3" became their ardent mantra. It was part of the non-stop campaign by Steve Latham and the Jersey City Reservoir Preservation Alliance to permanently open the town's "hidden jewel." The group has dedicated itself to saving the lake and natural beauty that time has cultivated within the high walls of a drained reservoir. They are driven by the unique possibilities they see for this 14-acre parcel in the Heights. Latham and his army of believers are determined to conserve for the public the unique rustic setting, secluded from the urban din outside. Sounds good, but . . . not so fast. Their enthusiasm isn't totally shared by everyone in high places. According to some hard working Alliance volunteers, "City Hall still needs more convincing."

The Alliance, formed in 2001, has managed some successes in the protracted battle. They gained, and were grateful for, the cooperation of city officials when Reser voir 3 was opened to the public from April to October, 2005. During that time, the activities and serene surroundings proved to be a big hit with the hundreds of people who toured the area for the first time. They saw a natural six-acre lake with a small island in the center, where some ducks played; a kayak ride was delighting youngsters; there were a number of people having some luck fishing. The more adventurous enjoyed hiking over the hilly terrain and through areas of trees and dense bush growth. For a while, they were even treated to the curious local sight of two stately swans a-swimming. To observers, it all seemed to show much promise. As Latham continues to say, "The more people who see this place, the more volunteers we get."

But, in November, 2005, despite evidence of public support and appeals to Mayor Healy and the city council, the gate at Reservoir 3 was padlocked. Insurance considerations were said to force this decision. Yet, some preservationists insist other factors were in play. The city administration may be interested in other project s being proposed for the valuable city property. One plan is said to involve draining the lake and building baseball fields. Reservoir 3 falls within the ward of Councilman Steve Lipski, who is said to favor this plan. Although several city council members have been helpful to the cause of the preservationists, other preferences for use of the site may collide with the group's quest for a unique park.

However, November's closing of Reservoir 3 to the public galvanized the growing ranks of the Jersey City Reservoir Preservation Alliance. The gutsy idealists renewed their mission to keep the gate open. They mounted an effectively orchestrated campaign of posters, letters to newspapers, phone calls, t-shirts, photos and e-mails. Public rallies were held. Many members wore sweatshirts with "Open the Reservoir Gate" boldly imprinted on the front. Hundreds attended a rally on Jefferson Street, alongside the Reservoir 3 wall, demanding public access.

On June 28, 2006, Steve Latham and charged-up members of the Alliance appeared outside City Hall carrying placards, pictures, and shouting their slogans. Latham and much of the group then went inside to present their appeal to the city council, which was set to vote on the question of opening the gate. In the crowded chamber, council members asked the spokesman some general questions. Then, in a surprisingly short time, they took a vote. To the gratification of the preservationists, the council voted, 8-0, to open the gate . . . at least partially. It decided to give public access to Reservoir 3 every Saturday from July through October of this year. But the victory came at a price. The Alliance-not the city-would bear the cost of the required $10-million liability insurance policy. Although it was a mixed victory, the Reservoir 3 faithful were elated that their urban oasis would not be shut down for the warm weather months. They thanked Jersey City Council President Mariano Vega and the council members, Assemblyman Lou Manzo and Mayor Jerramiah Healy for their cooperation, however measured that cooperation was. The preservationists are presently raising funds for the insurance expense.

Personal note: This Jedsey Journal writer stopped by Reservoir 3 on its opening day, July 8, to have another look. It's still a very pretty sight despite its rough edges. The tall grass needed trimming and it is still tough for some people like me to negotiate those steep hills. Unlike last year, there were no swans in the lake displaying their proud bearing. But several men and boys were involved in fishing the lake. What mainly caught my eye was Latham and some other preservationists laboring under the hot July sun. They were working hard moving some stones, gardening and making whatever little safety improvements they could. They were backing up the words of their appeals to the city with some hard physical toil. They are starting their planned summer programs there. You have to admire their commitment.

The Alliance has an artist's rendition of how Reservoir 3 might look some day. The vision, if it should ever materialize, will surely come with high costs and the ongoing burdens of insurance, security and maintenance. These may be tougher to climb than some of those craggy hills inside Reservoir 3. But this motivated group is mindful of all of this, and it is more than ready to work with city leaders in creating a lasting gift for the people.

Will Reservoir 3 one day embody the dreams of the Jersey City Reservoir Preservation Alliance? Will their "hidden gem" be allowed to shine? In the end, says Steve Latham, "It depends on the will and love of the people."


The summer is always a prime time for meeting up with friends from the past, but this year has already provided several high powered reunions which will never be matched for the love and great memories that they have rekindled.

SOL YAGED ...... by Marie Williams

51 YEARS LATER - Clarinetist Sol Yaged (left) met again with Marie Williams and gave an encore performance of her favorite song ("Moonglow") from the days when she and Jack Williams (right) were courting. Their dates usually ended up at the Metropole where Sol was playing. The reunion occured in Belleville at Three Guys from Italy restaurant when Jack Schaefer facilitated their meeting after reading a previous JJ article.

To quote Phil Rizzuto, "Holy Cow!" What a moving experience to have the great Sol Yaged play a beautiful rendition of Moonglow just for me.

It's been more than 50 years since I last enjoyed his melodious clarinet, and he hasn't lost his magnificent talent. Sol is a great showman and the greatest musician around. Even the late Steve Allen stood in awe of him.

I was transported back in time to the jumpin' Café Metropole on Times Square and I really appreciate the time and effort that you all put in to organize this reunion. It's impossible to describe the emotional euphoria. My only regret is that my late husband Jack was not there to enjoy the moment. - However I had the feeling that he was spiritually present.

I haven't stopped playing Sol's CD "It Might As Well Be Spring" which he graciously autographed for me. It was a blast - thank you all!

DANNY LEMEGO - PAUL COMI REUNION...... by Nancyanne (Di Geronimo) Midgley

FIFTY FOUR YEARS AGO - Paul Comi met Danny Lemgo in Japan where the two teamed up to perform and entertain other servicemen who were stationed there. After leaving the army they lost track of each other when Danny returned home and began an entertainment career with the Jumping Jacks and Paul settled in California where he became a Hollywood actor and businessman Recently, Paul "Googled" Danny and set up a reunion.

Part I: In 1952 my Uncle Danny, an enlisted serviceman, was stationed in Japan. One day he was toying with the piano at the N.C.O. club singing "when I lost my baby I almost lost my mind" when he was stopped by officer who asked if he would play piano for the club. Danny told him he didn't play that he only sang. So, Danny was offered a singing job.....he took the job and met a few other G.I.'s who sang. These guys put show's on together with some geisha girls. Danny was then offered a 12 piece Japanese band to front if he stayed in the Army. He refused but went on with his singing. When he got out of the service, over 50 years ago, he started the group the "Jumpin' Jacks". So everyone went on with their lives....for 50 years.......Molinari's, DJais, Mr. Daniels, Players, the Rag Doll.....weddings, christenings, bat mitzvahs! the list goes on.

A few months ago, after more that 50 years, Danny received a call from one of the guys who sang and put shows on with him in Japan. His name is Paul Comi. After all these years, Paul somehow remembered Danny's name, and googled it! They spoke and reminisced about their shows in Japan.

Paul received two purple hearts, moved to California and went on to be an actor. He starred in Star Trek and Twilight Zone. He has a thriving International coffee company (Italian coffee). If you google his name, he'll probably be a familiar face from his many television appearances.

PAUL COMI (seated) receives a welcome to Bayonne NJ from Patsy and Diane Perozi at Italia restaurant where Danny Lemego is performing. Seated across from Paul are Nancy DiGeronimo, Jordan Midgley, Betty Lemego and Nancyanne Midgley. In background Mike Ransom sits across from wife Annmarie at table of Mrs D'Angelo (all are from Bayonne). ON STAGE later Paul did a song while Danny sang back up. Seated in rear are Sol Yaged (with clarinet at the ready) and Rosemary Maxwell Lynch who sang a wonderful duet with Paul on the car ride back to NYC. All those who attended the reunion party could feel the magic that made the music and the evening so special.

Part II: Danny and Paul's reunion was a blast! For those of you that were there, you know what I'm talking about. For those of you that missed it - you'll have to read about it and be sorry you missed it!

Part III: Paul was in New Jersey for a Twilight Zone convention in Hasbrouk Heights. If you are a Twilight Zone fan, Paul starred in one of my favorite episodes where a man suddenly finds himself in a new home equipped with every luxury he could want. He wasn't sure why he was there but he was making himself pretty comfortable and beginning to enjoy himself when......dum dum dum-dum.......the walls of the house are taken off and there are bars all around him with families viewing him......the wall said 'human' or 'earthling'. He was in a human zoo!

Once again, my Uncle Danny spent a lot of time with Paul last week. Danny went to the convention where crowds gathered to get autographed pictures of the Twilight Zone and Star Trek star. They continue to talk and will continue to visit.....Stay tuned for part IV of the Danny meets Army buddy Paul! Jed will let everyone know in advance of the next gathering and trust me, you won't want to miss it!


HBO BOXING AFTER DARK - Boxing Judge Paul Venti (standing in black suit at ringside) scored all the prelim fights on this Saturday night HBO boxing card at the converted Atlantic City Convention Hall. ....... BOOZING AFTER DARK - continuing the party at the Baltimore Grill were Billy Driscoll Jr and Sr, Jed and Jerry McGrellis.

With Jerry McGrellis driving in from Ohio for a vacation in Atlantic City on the same weekend of Artoro Gatti (who boxes out of Jersey City) having a championship fight there it was a great occasion for a get together of former Jersey City guys who like boxing. Jerry, a former New Jersey Golden Gloves Champ, was joined at the fight by Jed and Billy Driscoll who had boxed for a team that Jed coached. Ben Schlossberg, who also had been involved with boxing, was to join the group but got stuck on the Parkway in the heavy traffic coming to see the event. Local Fight Judge Paul Venti was also on hand to score all the preliminary bouts and Gatti gave a good account of himself before losing to a stronger fighter in the main event.

The post fight get together at the Baltimore Grill was joined by Billy Driscoll Jr and a number of his and Bill Sr's friends from around AC., and the party went on to 3:30 in the morning while many great Jersey City memories and stories were recalled.


Judge Harry Byrne and Fran Ryan were original players in "the Morning League" baseball games when they started over 50 years ago. On right were some of the last players when the game died a year ago. Ben Dineen in blue shirt may not remember much these days but he still knows that he is photo shy and turns away whenever he sees a camera pointed in his direction.

For the first time in over 50 years the ball field at Fifth and St Claire in Spring Lake has been empty on summer mornings but the ballroom at the Breakers Hotel was anything but that as "alumni" from the all the different games that Ben Dineen has run packed the house to tell Ben that they loved him. One by one former players from these games came up to the mike and praised Ben for the time and effort he put in with the youth of this area. Photographs and baseballs were signed and presented to Ben and although he acknowledged his appreciation and looks the picture of health, it was only hoped that he would remember a bit of the evening when he woke up the next day. Ben had been stricken with some form of dementia a year ago when he wandered away from the longest running sandlot game ever. The morning game at Mountz schoolyard in Spring Lake had become a tradition for locals and summer vacationers of all ages to participate in and former players have gone on to become famous athletes, judges, lawyers, priests and doctors but most of all good sports and solid citizens. A few years back some families from Ireland were spending he summer in Spring Lake, which is often referred to as the Irish Riviera, and their boys joined in with Ben and learned the American National Pastime. This year an attempt was made to bring back the game under the guidance of former professional player Jack Szigas who lives in Spring Lake and had previously coached Babe Ruth Baseball there, but the town held up and cancelled the game because of permits/insurance considerations. Hopefully with the big turnout of locals at the Breakers, there will be enough interest and support to not only bring the game back next year but to name the field and the game after Ben Dineen.


CHARLOTTE BARRY - has joined Duke on board the Osprey as he sails to some unusual and exotic ports of call this summer.

No real news from the Med. Dad doesn't really communicate. He left Port Napoleon, France about 3 weeks ago with his Irish cousin, Liam. They sailed to Barcelona, where Liam as planned, returned home. Dad sailed on to the Balearic Islands, alone. I think he is still there. Next, off to Tunisa. He'll leave the boat there and join my mom in Uganda. Mom and dad will spend 2 weeks in Uganda then back to Tunisa and they will both set sail for Greece. They will sail around Greece until the middle of August. When my mom returns home, I think he'll be looking for someone or 2 maybe 3, to sail the boat with him to Turkey. He plans on wintering the boat in Turkey. I think he'll be home in the USA by September 30 at the latest.


ED LUCAS who was married at Yankee Stadium earlier this year was honored as a special dad in the Yankee Family at a party at Yogi Berra Museum in Montclair. SAM CINTRON SR. was honored in Jersey City by the Puerto Rican Heritage Society and he is congratulated by Elihu Rivera and City Council President Mariano Vega on receiving his award.

(July 13) - By coincidence, two of our notable local dads were given parties in their honor on the same evening. In Jersey City, Worshipful Sam Cintron's father, Sam Sr., was feted at the Hard Grove Café, while in Montclair, Chirs and Ed Lucas' dad, Ed Lucas Sr., was honored.

The Puerto Rican Heritage Committee honored Sam Cintron Sr. along with two other local Hispanic barbers. Sam Cintron is well known Downtown and operates probably the longest continually active barber shop in Jersey City.

In Montclair Ed Lucas was included as one of the famous fathers in the Yankee family along with Yogi Berra who was there with his sons and Paul O'Neil who just wrote a book about his dad. The ceremony at the Yogi Berra Museum was taped for viewing on the Yankee network.


PHINALLY PHILLIS - After balking at a photo of her that the JJ previously published, Phyllis Del Re supplied the above photo showing her with a guy she picked up on Hollywood Blvd in LA. Phyllis is the one not wearing a hat. - - YANKEES WIN! - Julian Thurvil and Robbie Dimatteo catch a Yankee blow out at the Stadium. The trip to the game was part of the JC Recreation Dept program.

Phyllis Del Re is using the OT money from working all the Con Ed Breakdowns to pay for several summer trips this year - the early season vacation with friends was to California and she finished the summer with a trip to North Carolina to visit with family. - - Robbie Dimatteo has been filling in between summer trips by going to ball games. Along with him on some of these outings, besides Jed, have been his friend Julian, his Babe Ruth coach John Brunn, Jed's former Lincoln HS classmate Jack Coleman and Jed's friend Henry Norford. - Meanwhile, Robbie's school friends Alex Gould and Nate Spillman showed up with leading roles in Catherine Baldwin's Childrens' Summer Stock production of "Pirates of Penzence" (*) - - Jack Schaefer vacationed in Ocean City with girlfriend Vicky and met up there with his daughter Karen. (*) - - Casey Driscoll left the Atlantic City scene to try her luck in Las Vegas where she and a friend are looking to live and work. Dad Bill Driscoll has mixed emotions … he may be losing a daughter but on the other hand he has gained a place to crash in Vegas. - - Jim Manning, Noted Real Estate Attorney has finally packed it in and has completely retired from Con Ed. Jim's son Henry who followed in his footsteps as a Pro Baseball Catcher, now has achieved fantastic results and winning record as the Pace University Baseball Coach. (*) - - It was a case of Revolution called because of rain as Worshipful Sam Cintron and Jed droved down to Washington's Crossing Park in PA to watch a re-enactment of the signing of the Declaration of Independence on July 4th only to find it canceled due to the flooding conditions of the Delaware River. While in the area they observed the tremendous damage done by the rain and recent flooding. - - Former Saint Peter's College star KiKi Clarke has decided to play pro ball for a team in Greece. Another former star, Pepper Dooley led his over 70 three man team to a championship victory in Upstate New York. (*) - - One of the announced Speakers at this year's Saint Peter's College Business Symposium in November will be Jersey City native Paul Tagliabue. Marty Walsh plans to have Paul's old friend Ockie Hudson attend the event. - - Movie "Anytown USA" got a week's worth of play during early August in the Hollywood/LA area. - - Bob Woerner returned from the West Coast to help celebrate his mom, Dorothy Woerner's 93rd birthday. - - Also celebrating the same week was Polish Maria who is Dorothy's former care giver. Maria's baby Conrad really enjoyed his first visit to an amusement park when he spent an afternoon at the Land of Make Believe in northern NJ (*) - - Peter Healy through and end of season barbeque/basketball party at his house to celebrate making it to the end of the season after being revived from an on court heart attack by another player, Steve Dititto. - - Bobby Ward organized a second annual get together outing at Monmouth Park - - In Arizona, Jeff/Geoff Hermes continues his successful rehab with thanks to former Prep classmate and Fr Charles Beirne, President of LeMoyne University, who said masses for his recovery. Fr Bernie then left for Kenya on college business. Perhaps in Africa he might run into Crazy Tissy's brother Fr Tom Tiscornia a Maryknoll Missionary stationed in Tanzania? - - Joey Dee and the Starlighters played at a number of summer concerts around the state including the beautiful facility at Bayonne's Park. Among those acknowledged in the audience were entertainers Bobby Blue and Danny Lemgo (*) - - New owner, Dom Marino, is giving Casa Dante its first face lift in years and has continued to bring live entertainment into the restaurant. Recently clarinetist Sol Yaged did a night there (*) and was such a hit that he is being brought back for an encore on August 31st. .... hope to see you all there!

* = view photo related to this item in attached link below


Black Tom - Reading and Book Signing - Main Library

The Black Tom explosion is seen as Jersey City folklore. With Chad Millman's new book, "The Detonators", now everyone can understand the incredible impact this international act of terrorism made during World War I...and see the parallels to today's climate of terrorism against the United States. As part of the Meet the Author series at the Jersey City Free Public Library, Chad Millman will be reading from, and signing, his book in the New Jersey Room at the Main Library on the day after 9/11 -- Tuesday, September 12 @ 7 p.m.


Donovan's Reunion - Sea Bright


Golden Anniversary of St Al's Basketball Championship

buffet dinner at Simkos Grill in Brielle on Friday evening, beginning at 7:00pm, to celebrate the 50th anniversary of "Bang the Drum Loudly"--the 1956 team that won St. Al's first basketball championship team on that blizzard night. Fr. Frank McNulty, Coach Bob O'Connor, Richie Kaminski, Fred Corbalis, Bob Ernst, Bob Sponza, Butsy Walsh, Bill Thomas, Bob Krumm and Bob Shrekgast and many blizzard veterans will be there to share their stories. The dinner is $25 with cash bar.For reservations, contact John Hallanan, 111 Gifford Ave, Jersey City, NJ 07304 (201-451-1818)


Dickinson High School Centenial Celebraton - at DHS in Jersey City

from 1-6 pm in Dickinson High School the Alumni and friends will be celebrating Jersey City's oldest high school's 100th year. The program is free and open to all - tours, movies, talks, refreshments


The photo in the "BEST OF JEDSEY" story below was generally sent around to our email list, and readers were requested to provide a caption by identifying: who, what, where, when etc. The picture had been used in a previous JJ. The background for the photo and correct caption id are shown with the photo in the following story.

The following were proposed captions received from our readers:

Twas Labor Day of 62 , young Prentiss with the other jailbird Miss Sue looked up over the Avon beach to see the "reckoning" from Sebastion's reach! (Got this one real easy. Love to your Sue)
. .............. Steve Barry

. ................ Bobby Fitzgerald

"Life would have been so different had Daddy gone to jail"
. .................... Patti Kennedy

Five Avon ladies, accused of making their rounds after 5pm by an overzealous police officer, were acquitted when it was discovered that they were attending a house party!
. .................. Pat Holsten

rich kennedy steve barry were aquitted from ticket they recieved at party but it was before 10PM so they got a lawyer and fought and won PS I was on the Avon beach when the plane flew over
. ................ George LaForge

Don't remember circumstances but think steve barry was celebrating victory over avon police who raided a lively soiree.
. ................... Jeff/Geoff Hermes

major news headline after WWIII when the Islamic extremists took over the world and controlled the press.
. .................... Donna Wright

Labor Day weekend, 1962, Sign flew from Bay Head to Bradley many times. Thanks for the memories!
. ................. John Kip

It was around 62 Us Innocent Avon Summer Ites Were having A Normal Quiet Party(60 People Ha!!)We were All Thrown in Jail It Was All Steve Barrys Fault In fact he paid for the plane!! What a Great Nite That Was you're the Best Steve Even if you Liked Bill Crosby Better Than ME - Ha HA
. ...................... Joe Gulbin

Just as long as those Avon bell ringers, "Avon Calling!", are guilty.
. ..................... Gary Mulhearn

Plane makes innocence plain
............... Bettie Monahan

Former NJ crop-duster donates time, fuel in July 3 verdict proclamation. This case arose out of the actions of 32 Avon-by-the-Sea bean aficionados who were arrested for excessive noise pollution at a early evening, June 15th party in the borough. Municipal Court Judge Mike "Beano" O'Dwyer found against the State and for the Defendants and threw out all charges. Prior to the verdict, all parties were under a "gag" order. Prosecutors were silent after the hearing. Defense counsel called the verdict a "gas".
. ................. Dan Black

Aerial sign chases down plane towing it in attempt to sway it as jury member for sign to beat the rap
. .................. Ben Schlossberg
BEST OF JEDSEY - "AVON-PARTY NOISMAKERS ACQUITTED" - from December 2000 with comments from March 2001
Early in 1996 Michael Donnelly had initiated a revival of the Badd Ladd Day Celebration and a small group gathered at Brennan's in Jersey City to remember the old days and chat about what was new. At that event Maaarrk Clarkin encouraged Jed to use the Internet to bring back his erstwhile JOURNAL. This column will be bringing back the best articles of past issues and highlighting previous issues of the JEDSEY JOURNAL as they are included in the online archives.

The following pair of articles from our archives give the background for the photo sent around in this issue's caption contest. They are also a testament to the never ending battle between the Shore residents and the carefree outlanders who show up to do battle for a few months every summer.

( REPRINTED FROM December 2000.)

Back in the days before the word "Bennie" had been coined to designate the hoards of barbarians who yearly descended on the Shore towns of Monmouth, there were those who hated these future Bennies with a passion because of the damage they caused to these backward little coastal towns each summer. Among them were an Avon Rent-a-cop and a local Bennie-hanging judge from that same town. In 1962 just about everybody from Jersey City was at a party in Avon and having a good time when the Rent-a-cop barged in and arrested everybody in sight for disturbing the peace. The Asbury Park Press carried the headline "Avon Party Noisemakers Arrested" and some people including Pat Byrne who had just been hired as a teacher and didn't need the hassle, paid the ticket just to make the incident go away. The rest of the group hired a lawyer friend of Steve Barry to defend them. Their intention was to go right to the State Supreme Court if they were convicted and to exhaust all appeals. On going before the Bennie-hanging judge the arresting officer said that he heard noise as he approached the house but under questioning he admitted that when he entered he could not identify the noisemakers individually. The judge stated that he did not want to be bothered with technicalities and that he had heard enough, and they were all guilty. At this point the prosecutor requested a side bar and informed the judge that the group fully intended to appeal if convicted - so he reversed himself, noting that the actual "guilty" parties had already paid their fine so that these must be the innocent bystanders. The elated group failed in their attempt to get a retraction from the Asbury Park Press; so they used the money that they did not have to spend appealing the case to hire a plane to pull a banner which proclaimed to the world (at least that part of the world who was sitting on the beach that Sunday), "AVON-PARTY NOISMAKERS ACQUITTED". Steve Barry immortalized the entire event with one of his famous lampoons, and hopefully he will dig out a copy to attach to this article before it goes off line.

( REPRINTED FROM March 2001.)

REVENGE OF THE BENNIES - the photo finally surfaced showing the plane hired by the Jersey City crew when Asbury Park Press refused to give the same attention to the aquittal that it had given to the arrest.


Each summer brought new experiences and adventures. New places to visit - new friends - new summer jobs. The sum total of these experiences were brought back and shared with our friends and were built on for the following year. The following are a compendium of summer stories that span the period of the 40s, 50s and 60s.

JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE BEACH ...... by Anthony Olszewski)

When my father was young, he and some friends spent a Summer weekend down the Shore. They'd started the return trip just after the boardwalk bars had closed for the night. In an attempt to get back to Jersey City in time for work on Monday morning, they took a "short cut" through the then country roads. Between the lack of lights and signs and the travelers' inebriated condition, they soon were very lost. And then their worst fear materialized; behind them were the flashing lights and siren of a State Trooper's car.

The State Trooper ordered the Jersey City guys to get out of the car. All were still so drunk that they had trouble walking. After scrutinizing the license of the driver, the Trooper demanded identification from the rest, too. Then the Officer called in on the radio.

My father and his friends had heard stories of what happened when you got locked up in the more rural areas of New Jersey. They feared that they were going to be put in chains and forced to work on some cranberry farm. This seemed certain when three more State Trooper cars arrived. A sergeant got out of one of the vehicles, taking command.

"Let me see those IDs."

Glancing at the paperwork with the help of a flashlight, "HAGUESVILLE! Do you know how much trouble we're all in for if we arrest them? Let them go and GET OUT OF HERE!"

The State Trooper quickly gave the youths back their identification. Then all the Troopers jumped in their cars and sped off.

My father couldn't believe it, but it was true. Because of Frank Hague, on some road in the middle of nowhere, New Jersey State Troopers feared a car full of drunken nobodies from Jersey City.

THE BEACH AT POINT PLEASANT ......... by Jackie Schaefer

ON POINT PLEASANT BEACH - (clockwise) 1)- Big Limpy aka John LaForge with Jack Schaefer, 2)- Little Limpy aka George LaForge buries Davey O'Shea in the sand while Jack Schaefer and Jimmy Devany look on. 3)- Big Limpy and Hunch Meehan cavort in the surf. 4)- Yatch Thuerer, Pat Pandolfo and Jack Schaefer .... (the rest of them is bimbos)

Point Pleasant was the beach of choice for the DRs (Damon Runyon Characters), as the old JEDSY JOURNAL used to refer to the Westside Ave group. Yatch Theurer hated to be referred to that way but I never minded it and in fact I once was typecast for a role in a local production of Guys and Dolls where Danny Lemego was a big hit as Nathan Detroit.

Anyway, Yatch, big and little Limpy, Satch Wren, Hunch Meehan were all regulars on Haven's Beach in Point Pleasant. We would go down for the weekend and rent a room in one of those old boarding houses near the beach. Big Limpy even got a job as a Life Guard at that beach. The funniest thing was when he would go to lunch or on break he would give Ronnie Wren the whistle and tell him to sit on the stand and "take over" ; Ronnie couldn't even swim.

We became friends with Fred Martell who owned Martell's and had his own "beach" (a small patch of sand behind his joint). We never paid to go on Haven's but would go down on Martel's and climb over the jetty to the next beach. When they came around checking badges, we would all go in the water.

Freddie Martell was a really good guy. He had Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons playing there under long term contract but when "Sherry" was coming out everyone knew it was going to be a big hit, so he released Frankie from the contract and just asked him and his group to come back and play at his place one night a month.

BLUBERRY PANCAKES ................. by Jugger Donnelly

One summer (Little) Limpy and I got a job in a pancake house at Point Pleasant beach. One of us would be the counterman and the other would work the griddle. The owner gave us a room to stay in but the downside was that he always knew where to find us after we crashed the night before. One morning it was Limpy's turn to open and they guy had to wake him up but he was so hung over that I had to open and set up until he could drag himself in to make the pancakes and you could see that he really wanted to quit this job. In spite of that it seemed that he started turning out a new item - "Blueberry Pancackes" - we had never served them before and the customers were clamoring for more. When I called in the orders for second helpings, Limpy shouted back at me "We ain't got no blueberries back here!", and the fact was that there was not one blueberry in the cooking area - just a hell of a lot of flies.

That was our last day.

RUN PAUL, RUN .......... by Marty Walsh
Summer Camp

One of my favorite teenage memories is being a counselor at a Jewish day camp in the summer of 1956. I was the only goy on the staff and in the camp.

I didn't seek the job. It somehow found me. I had just graduated from St. Aloysius high school in Jersey City that June. I had attended Catholic schools since I was five years old. Not once did I ever see a Jewish kid in my school, let alone in my class.

Fortunately, I lived in a mixed ethnic and religious neighborhood. Some of my best friends were Jewish. Jerry Steinfeld, for example, lived in the two story house next to my apartment house. When he attended shul each Tuesday afternoon in preparation for his Bar Mitzvah, I was the substitute delivery boy at the kosher butcher shop around the corner. No one ever questioned why a freckled face Irish kid was delivering kosher meat! But then again, the Jewish households may have thought I converted.

I was also friends with a very funny guy named Howie Goldstein. He was a year older than me, and had just completed his freshman year at the local State Teachers College. Howie resembled Groucho Marx in the way he wore thick glasses, scooted about on bended knees and made wise cracks. He had a zany sense of humor that kept me in stitches.

Howie also became somewhat famous a few years later. According to the New York Daily News, he was the first person to be arrested as the mad bomber impersonator in the United States. At the time, a nutcase ( George Metasky) was terrorizing the greater metropolitan New York area by planting pipe bombs in the lockers at Port Authority and other locations.

Howie never bombed anything. He just made a foolish bomb threat call to the manager of the Stanley movie theater immediately after he and his friends had been thrown out for making too much noise. His sense of timing was not very good!

I always will be grateful to Howie for getting me the job at the Jewish day camp. I needed a job that summer even though it only paid peanuts. Also, it was the first time I attended summer camp. I always wanted to go to camp in the country but never had the opportunity. Being a counselor would enable me to get away from the hot sticky city streets and enjoy swimming, fresh air, cool breezes and being outdoors in the summer sun.

Most important of all, I would not have met a special eleven year old kid by the name of Paul Steinholz and learned a lot that summer; about myself, about coaching kids and about life being full of surprises.

First Impressions

Just before 8:00 am on Monday morning in late June, I boarded the yellow school bus that would take me to summer camp in the country. I carried a brown bag lunch and a towel and bathing suit under my arm. A few kids were already on the bus.

I took a seat by the window and watched as the bus quickly filled with young boys and girls. Many knew each other from either school or the Jewish Community Center (which Catholic guys called the Jewish "Y" as in YMHA-Young Men's Hebrew Association) or from camp the previous summer. All looked at me curiously, trying to figure out what this 17 year old Irish looking stranger was doing there.

The bus soon turned into a spirited reunion, pep rally and sing along. There was something magical about watching kids, especially those under 12 years old at that innocent time in America. They were spontaneous, crazy and full of fun. They shouted back and forth, kidding each other, jumping up and down in their seats; the noise volume increasing to a fever pitch with each pick up stop along Bergen Avenue.

The bus driver finally called for order and quiet. A hush came over the traveling circus. Then a few of the camp veterans broke into the favorite song for the hour long bus ride ahead. I will remember the lyrics and song till the day I die. And it always brings a smile to my face:

99 bottles of beer on the wall.
99 bottles of beer.
If one of the bottles should happen to fall, 
98 bottles of beer on the wall, 
98 bottles of beer, 
If one of the bottles should happen to fall…etc..

The trick is to keep singing the lyrics till no more bottles of beer are left on the wall. There's always great enthusiasm when the song begins. Every kid joins in, screaming at the top of his/her lungs. After 10 or more bottles of beer fall off the wall, kids begin losing interest. It soon seems the song will die a quiet death.

But it doesn't. Two or three die hard kids continue relentlessly on. No one pays attention. That is, until 10 bottles of beer remain on the wall. Then everybody suddenly joins in with renewed gusto. The song ended just as the bus turned into the camp grounds near Saddle River NJ. Perfect timing!

Howie had described the camp as occupying a large tract of land in the country, enough for several softball fields, a volleyball game and room left over to run around. It supposedly had a basketball court, a large spring fed swimming pond and a separate locker room for boys and girls.

There was only one small problem. Howie had never seen the camp. He had just read the promotion brochure. When he arrived on another yellow school bus, he and I were both surprised at what we saw. The camp did occupy a large tract of land. However, the land was uneven. It sloped and dropped sharply in critical places such as where we played softball.

Our make shift softball field resembled a two level house. The infield and left field were on the upper level. Beyond first and second base, the field dropped off. The right fielder was at the bottom of the hill, on the lower level. He couldn't see the batter on the upper level. The field itself did not have a blade of grass. It was bumpy and covered with weeds.

The basketball court was dirt. The 8 foot high basket was nailed to an old plywood backboard. The rim was loose; there was no net. I never found a basketball. The swimming pond was as advertised. However, the water was the color of mud. You couldn't see your hands, let alone your feet. The locker rooms were small and primitive.And there was no indoor place to play if it rained.

Howie and I soon began laughing. We simultaneously renamed the place: "Cheapskate Camp". Two enterprising teachers owned it. Blackie and Harry. They patterned their shtick after Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis.

Blackie was Jerry Lewis. The kids ate up his act. So did the other camp counselors. Most had gone to the same camp as kids and were now in college. As a newcomer and an outsider, I was skeptical. So was Howie. We knew we were not coming back the next year!

The camp was ideally located. It was about an hour from Jersey City/Bayonne, north Hudson County and also the Bronx, as well as parts of Bergen County. By the time all the busses arrived, it was close to 10:00 am.

The busses would park on the upper level of the field and serve as our refuge and indoor playground when it rained. Talk about going mad! The camp day ended at 3:00 pm. The busses would roll out and make the long trek home to the sounds of "99 bottles of beer on the wall"!

My Kids

I was assigned the 9-10 year old boys. All 18 had attended camp the previous summer. As I walked over to the group, I noticed one boy was much bigger than the others. He was quite chubby, shaped like an egg, with a melon size head. His left eye looked cock-eyed. He stood in the middle of the group, being hounded and made fun of by all the kids. I quickly learned his name: Paul Steinholz.

Paul was the only eleven year old in my group. He walked pigeon toed and spoke in outbursts. His words slid slowly off his tongue. When frustrated he would stop speaking and simply scream"Aaaagh!" or to get my attention, 'Waaaa!" Paul was developmentally challenged; physically, mentally and emotionally.

In the 1950s, kids like Paul were seldom seen in public and rarely at summer camp. It wasn't until 1961, with the inauguration of President Kennedy that America began to recognize and address the issue of people with mental disabilities, especially those with mental retardation. Kennedy's sister, Rosemary, was mentally retarded.

Blackie and Harry, to their credit, found a place for Paul at camp when he was 6 years old. He came every year thereafter. They never said anything explicitly to me about him. By placing Paul in a group of younger boys, they quietly let me know that he might need some special attention.

I immediately took a shine to Paul. He was a sweet kid with the most engaging smile. He needed a lot of encouragement. I sensed he was the butt of many jokes over the years. My challenge was to get the kids to see him through my eyes and simply accept him.

So, one of the first things I did was to lay down the following law: "no ganging up and making fun of any one! If you do, I'll smack you." The kids knew I was talking about Paul; though he didn't.

My message didn't hit home until the first time we played a inter squad softball game. As expected, Paul was the last player chosen. He was poorly coordinated. He couldn't catch. And he couldn't throw the ball straight.

When he got to the plate, he didn't know what to do. So I wrapped my arms around him like you would a three year old child and guided his hands in swinging the bat.

Bobby, a natural leader and best player in our group was the pitcher. He was also very competitive for his age. He complained about me helping Paul at the plate. He said: "It's not fair!" I told him to "just pitch the ball."

Paul and I hit the next pitch about three feet in front of home plate. I pounced on the softball and deliberately threw it ten feet over the first baseman's head. The kid turned and yelled to the right fielder who was lost in thought: "hey, wake up! Get the ball. It's bouncing down the hill!"

Meanwhile, I shouted to Paul: "Run!" pointing to first base. Paul looked like he had never run before. He stumbled and almost fell. He finally reached first base exhausted and breathing heavily. The ball went past the right fielder on its way to the lip of the pond. I grabbed Paul and literally lugged him around second and third base.

By now, the right fielder had retrieved the ball and was throwing it uphill to the second baseman. Paul's teammates recognized he would not make it home without their help. So two of them grabbed his arms and another pushed him in the back and together like drunken sailors, they staggered across home plate to the cheers of their teammates.

Paul collapsed on the ground and lay on his back laughing as loud as he could. All the kids laughed and cheered and got caught up in Paul's moment of glory. Bobby, however, didn't. He threw down his glove and shouted: "It isn't fair! That shouldn't count as a home run." Then walked angrily off the field.

I went over and put my arm around his shoulder, and tried to explain to him how important it was for Paul. Bobby didn't hear a word I said.

For the next two days, as Yogi Berra once said, "it was deja vu all over again." Bobby was still annoyed. But I could see he was beginning to get it.

On Friday, we again hit a dribbler in front of the plate. This time, Bobby raced in and beat me to the ball. He turned and deliberately threw the ball past the first baseman and shouted: "Run Paul run!"

Thus began our daily softball ritual. Helping Paul hit a home run. Sometimes the right fielder actually got to the ball and threw it to the second basemen in plenty of time to get Paul out at third base.

But the kids discovered it was far more fun being part of the conspiracy. They would simply throw the ball over the third baseman's head; then cheer and congratulate Paul on his latest home run!

As you might expect, Paul couldn't wait to play softball. Neither could my kids!

A Handwritten Gift

On the following Monday morning, Paul arrived with a letter in his hand. He came up to me and said: "my mother said to give you this." My name, Mr. Walsh, was handsomely handwritten on the envelope. The letter began:

Dear Mr. Walsh:

I am very pleased that you are Paul's camp counselor. I have never seen
him so happy and excited about going to camp. Every day he comes 
home and tells me about playing softball and all the things he did, and 
how the boys in his group are so nice to him.

She went on to tell me that Paul was different and slower than boys his age, and how he had always been picked on and made fun of, not just in camp but also in school and in the neighborhood. She then said some nice words about me and closed with the following statement:

May God bless you for all you are doing for my son, Paul.

Mrs. Steinholz

Included with the letter was a one dollar bill as a gift. Back in 1956, a dollar bought much more than it does today. But her dollar gift will always be priceless!

Every Monday till the end of camp, Mrs. Steinholz would send me a letter in her florid handwritten style and include a dollar gift. She would praise me for being thoughtful and kind and for watching out after Paul. She also would identify some thing that Paul needed help with that week.

For example, the first letter mentioned that Paul came home several days without his under wear. He apparently misplaced or lost his jockey shorts when he got undressed to go swimming. She wrote: "please make sure that Paul does not lose his under wear anymore when he goes swimming."

I greatly appreciated Mrs. Steinholz' surprise letter and gift. I couldn't figure out how Paul ever lost his under wear. Our group went swimming daily in the pond with another group of younger boys. Each boy would change into a bathing suit and place his clothes in a metal basket. It would then be carefully stacked away in the small locker room.

For the next few days, I kept a close eye on Paul when he changed to go swimming. He never lost his underwear. On Wednesday, I concluded that the problem was solved. As the kids dressed after swimming that day, I heard Paul screaming in frustration: " Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!" followed by "Waaaaaa! Waaaaa!" I knew immediately. Paul had lost his underwear again!

I searched all over the locker room and couldn't find his jockey shorts. I couldn't believe they simply disappeared or some kid took them by mistake. Two little kids could have fit into Paul's jockey shorts. That's how big they were.

I then spied a pair of white jockey shorts on the locker room floor. They were a size small, with a name tag inside. I wiped off the dust, ripped off the name tag and gave the shorts to Paul. He gave me a skeptical cock eyed look, then somehow magically squeezed into the tiny underwear and went home on the Bronx bus; most likely holding his breath the entire way home.

I figured I had dodged the bullet. I promised myself that Paul would never again go home without his underwear. The next day, Paul showed up at camp, holding a paper bag. He said in an annoyed voice: 'My mother said this is not my underwear." Mrs. Steinholz had washed and ironed the small white jockey shorts.

For the remainder of camp, I became Paul's personal valet when he went swimming. There was no way I would let Mrs. Steinholz down! She always ended her handwritten letter with a thank you and God's blessing on me.

The Big Game

Early on, I learned about the big rivalry with another Jewish day camp in the area. During the final week of camp, each age group would play a competitive game against their peers. In our case, it was a softball game at their field.

Our camp had never beaten them in softball. I spent several weeks working on fundamentals especially defense: fielding grounders, throwing to first base, catching fly balls. I have always believed that a solid defense and strong pitching can steal more wins than offense.

It was mid week when we proudly boarded the bus in our camp T shirts for the big game. When we arrived at the other camp, we couldn't believe our eyes. The field was on one level!

It looked like a major league field, complete with manicured grass and skinned dirt infield, chalk lines, real bases and a back stop. It was obvious that this was a Rich Kids' Jewish day camp. They had camp T shirts. And camp baseball caps.

I decided every kid would play at least one inning. My challenge was to substitute marginal players around the core group of very good players. Bobby was our best pitcher and would play the entire game. So would our first baseman, short stop, third baseman and two out fielders.

Our kids were used to playing on an uneven field where the ball ricocheted and bounced everywhere. Playing on a manicured field was a piece of cake. They gobbled up every ground ball and had no trouble with fly balls. The game was scoreless until the fourth inning when we pushed across a run.

We led 1-0 as the game moved to the sixth inning. By now, I could see us pulling an upset. I became excited. However, I still had not yet played Paul. From the beginning of the game, Paul was restless on the bench, continually screaming in my ear: "Aaaaagh!" And "Waaaaa!" followed by a constant whine, "I want to play."

I kept thinking to myself: "Maybe he doesn't have to play. After all, he has never played in the field. And he could get hurt!"

It's funny how the desire to win can color one's perception and judgment. Here I was sitting on the bench in a tight game, justifying to myself why it was in Paul's best interest not to play.

Fortunately, the Jiminy Cricket in me pulled me up short: "You mean, winning a game is more important than living up to your decision to play everyone… And that this game is more important than Paul"

Once I heard Jiminy Cricket's voice, I knew what I had to do. My problem was figuring out where to hide Paul on the field in the seventh and final inning. I did not want to put him in a position where the ball might be hit to him. We could lose the game and he would be the goat.

Only one place was out of harm's way. Catcher behind home plate! You see, there were no balls and strikes or stealing bases. The catcher only had to retrieve the ball and throw it back to the pitcher.

Paul was in seventh heaven when he went into the game. He was at the center of the action. He let the ball bounce by him and hit the backstop; all the time laughing in his high pitched voice. Then he would pick it up and throw it awkwardly back to the pitcher. The ball always ended up at either third base or first base side of the field.

As fate would have it, the Rich Kid camp loaded the bases with two outs in the seventh inning. Our sure handed infielders muffed two ground balls after an opening single. At the plate was their best hitter who already had two base hits: a double and single.

I went out to the mound and called the team together. I told Bobby to cover home plate if the kid hits it through the infield. There was no way that Paul could catch the ball and tag a runner from second. Paul had never caught a ball the entire summer!

The best hitter fouled off the first pitch. Strike One.

He let the next three pitches go by. Paul's throws back to Bobby landed near first and third base as usual. Meanwhile, Bobby became more and more impatient and frustrated. He yelled at Paul: "Come on, throw it back to me."

The next pitch was on the inside of the plate. The best hitter swung with all his might and hit a cannon shot well beyond our left fielder. I thought to myself: "They win the game if the ball stays fair." Fortunately, the ball curved foul at the last minute. Nevertheless, with this killer hitter at the plate, our chances didn't look very good.

The kid let the next few pitches go by. He was waiting for his perfect pitch. While everyone on both teams was on pins and needles, Paul was having the time of his life, fetching the ball from the backstop. He laughed loudly every time he threw the ball. He had no idea where the ball would go or what was happening in the game.

Then the most surprising thing happened. He picked up the ball as it rebounded from the backstop. He wound up in his usual awkward manner and threw it very hard for the first time all day. This time, it headed straight back towards Bobby. It was the best throw he made all summer.

There was only one problem. The best hitter's head was in the way. WHACK! Paul's throw bounced off the side of the kid's head. Kids didn't wear batting helmets then. He fell to his knees as if shot by an assassin. Paul meanwhile thought the kid was play acting and began laughing hysterically.

The other team raced on the field to comfort their best hitter and to go after Paul. We were able to fend them off and explain that Paul meant no harm. The best hitter was groggy and in no condition to continue at bat.

A pitch hitter took over with two strikes. On the first pitch, the unlucky kid popped the ball straight up in the air. Bobby caught it for the third and final out to end the game! Our team went wild, screaming and hollering: "We won! We won! We won!"

The kids soon realized that Paul was the real hero. His throw knocked their best hitter out of the game with the bases loaded. They hugged and cheered him. Then they carried him on their shoulders to the bus. And together we laughed and sang and celebrated all the way back to the Cheapskate Camp.


The final days of camp went quickly. The 9-10 year old kids were treated like Olympic heroes. Paul's throw became a legend overnight. He received more pats on the back and compliments than all the previous years combined. He seemed to walk around with a perpetual smile on his face. Needless to say, I basked in the glory.

On Friday, camp came to an end. Once again, for the seventh consecutive week, Paul did not lose his under wear after swimming. I again tied Paul's shoe laces as I had all summer. He wasn't able to tie them himself. I thanked my kids for a fun summer. They said farewells to each other, with the promise to return next summer.

At 3:00 pm I walked Paul over to the Bronx bus and said good-bye. He wrapped his arms around my waist, placed his head on my stomach and cried softly. I too choked up.

I whispered: "It's been a wonderful summer, Paul. You really did well. You hit more home runs than Babe Ruth!" He never heard of Babe Ruth. "Be good. I'll visit you next summer. I promise."

He didn't let go until the bus driver shouted: "Come on, let's go kids! I don't want to get caught in the rush hour traffic". I gave him a special hug and ran over to my bus that would take me back to Jersey City where I would start my freshmen year at St. Peter's College and embark on a long, winding life journey with more twists and turns and surprises than I ever imagined.


"All my life's a circle.
Sunrise to sundown.
The moon rolls through the nighttime
Till the day break comes around.
All my life's a circle.
I can't tell you why.
The seasons spinning round again.
The years keep rolling by".

(Harry Chapin-1970s hit song)

I kept my promise to visit Paul. The following summer, I worked at General Foods factory in Hoboken, stacking endless cartons of Jell-O on wooden pallets. In late August, I visited my cousins near Yankee Stadium in the Bronx and dropped by to see Paul and to personally thank Mrs. Steinholz.

I remember it being a hot and humid Sunday afternoon. Their apartment was small with no air conditioning. Mrs. Steinholz greeted me with an apron around her waist and led me into the sweltering kitchen where she was cooking supper.

Paul was there. He remembered me but not as vividly as I remembered him. He appeared more frenetic, distracted and restless. The small kitchen was not the best place to hold a reunion.

Mrs. Steinholz was not the cool, calm and confident woman I imagined her to be. She was short, squat and harried. She seemed to be at wits ending dealing with Paul. I stayed a short while. We quickly ran out of things to say. I felt a strange sadness as I departed.

Visiting Paul in his environment and seeing the frustration on his mother's face had opened a door to the real world of disability that I had never seen. It was fun watching after Paul at summer camp for five or six hours a day, for five days, for eight weeks. It was an entirely different experience, caring for him every day as Mrs. Steinholz did; without much help or access to special education programs.

Almost forty years later (1993-1996), I would work at the National Organization at Disability (NOD) in Washington DC and meet an extraordinary 77 year old Jewish man and volunteer: Bernie Posner.

Bernie was the retired executive director of the President's Committee on the Employment of People with Disabilities and a pioneer in creating opportunities for people with mental disabilities, especially mental retardation.

Bernie became my close friend and "rabbi" (teacher and sage). He helped me understand the history of disability in America and the challenges that Paul and so many other kids with disabilities and their parents face.

In some mysterious way, all my life is a circle. You see, my experience as Paul's camp counselor in the summer of 1956 came full circle in the 1990s, when I worked at the National Organization on Disability.

I then experienced Paul's struggle in a much larger context. I appreciated Mrs. Steinholz's weekly letters of encouragement and her dollar gifts even more. And I recognized, perhaps for the first time, how deeply Paul and his mother had quietly touched my life.

A SUMMER OF CHANGE .......... by Jedsey

This strangely turns out to be a sort of sequel to Marty Walsh's story above. By some remarkable coincidence in the following year I worked at the same day camp and was Paul Steinhotz's counselor. Marty and I had never made this connection before and it just surfaced along with all the common experiences we shared at the day camp including counseling the very same group of boys and the personal development we each gained individually from the experience.

Although Butsy Walsh and I had socialized in our teenage years, we never attained the close friendship that would explain the spiritual bond that now seems to exist ever since he burst back on the scene a few years ago. I now have the feeling that he is serving as some sort of guardian angel for me and also for Robbie. Marty is always there offering advice and guidance based on his experience and connections, but beyond that he "transmits" an uncanny air of well being and spiritual support, and the more we communicate the more we seem to bond. As a case in point, when Marty produced his initial version of the "Run Paul, Run!" story, I wrote back to him and reminded him that Paul lived near Yankee Stadium and that when he visited him the next year had he asked who Paul's counselor was then, he would have been amazed to find that it was in fact, ME!!!

By summer of 1957 I had become the consumate self indulgent lout. After spending a few summers with Robert McLoughlin, I had completely adopted his "World is My Oyster" philosophy and even expanded on it. Robert and I would head off to the Shore without a penny in our pocket and somehow spend a weekend there drinking and playing and even come back home a few bucks richer. One of the first things we would do is get a job in a restaurant starting the next morning and use our meal privileges immediately that night and then never show up for work, but I have to confess that the "girl in the apple tree" was just a story that I told about Robert and it never really happened. Likewise, Charlie DeFuccio and I never donned pith helmets and white pants and collected money at a traffic light on Rt 35, but neither of these capers were outside the realm of possibility - we just didn't have the chance to pull them off.

Anyway my family had one of their summer rentals in Spring Lake and one night when I came home PPD had his fill of me and my attitude and told me to "get out". Bobby Rey and I slept in his car but the next day was Sunday and he had to work, so I spent the last of my money drinking in Belmar and got a ride home to Jersey City from some of the guys I had played football with on the Royals who also bought me supper en-route. I got dropped off at Dohoney's late on Sunday night where I only found a few guys from the older crowd hanging around, but Charlie Yeisley heard my plight and took me back to his mom's house to spend the night and cooked me breakfast in the morning. Then for the next few days I crashed at Peter Murphy's house near mine on Belmont Ave., and Peter loaned me a few bucks while I looked for a source of income. Here I was not giving a damn about anyone but myself and yet all these people reached out to help me at my hour of need? I had some free time to reflect on that paradox while I was hunting for employment to take me through the rest of the summer, and that's when I heard of the opening for a counselor at the day camp and took the job.

At that point in my own selfish life, finding a job where I could help others was the perfect situation and you can only believe that the timing was providential. For an opening in a summer camp to occur mid season in exactly the week I needed a job is miraculous in itself but for this to be the same camp with the same group of kids that Butsy had been with the previous year is too much. The kids were the basically the same group that Marty talks about above. They showed me the "Run Paul, Run!" game the first day I was there and by this time they were all having more fun than Paul. (Now I know the game's origin). Paul was fun and John White used to love the tales I would tell about him each weekend when we met at the Shore.

My personal favorite in the group was a was a short, good looking blonde boy who I believe was named Eugene (but I may be mixing that up because there was a similar little guy named Eugene who I befriended in Spring Lake around the same time)- this particular kid had a hot looking divorced mom who had gone to St Al's Academy and was a friend of the older crowd in Jersey City including Charlie Yiesley. She had an apartment in a brownstone on Bentley Ave near Schlemm's on the corner of Bergen - This was the first year that she had sent Eugene and his younger sister to day camp which she did so she could go to her own job at the JERSEY JOURNAL. The other kids told me that Eugene was strange in that he would disappear while they were playing and then show up later - they never knew where he went or what he did but they told me not to worry. It soon became obvious that Eugene had some problems stemming from the divorce of his parents and the domestic unrest he had been through, but he took me into his confidence and my heart went out to him. One day he asked if we could just hug and he would always sit with me on the bus home and liked to take a nap with my arm around his shoulder - but the best was once when he took me by the hand into the woods to show me his prized "possession" - he would often disappear by himself and now he showed me where he had been going - This was an unreal scene out of a children's fantasy movie: it was a clearing in a circle of 75 foot tall pine trees .... the kind with the long needles - the smell was wonderful - the sun never hit here on the brightest day so it was relatively cool - and then he had me lay down on the soft bed of long needles - he trusted me and he liked me so he was sharing his private spot with me - he told me he just liked to come here and lie down and have nice thoughts because it was so peaceful and he said that now he wanted me to use his special place if ever I felt the need.

Other fun things that summer included once "stealing" the bus full of campers and driving it a half a block when the driver got off to do something - also, even though I was only there for half of the camp season I was selected to head our team and was General on the winning team in Color War - it was all a great experience, but the chance to do something for others - the opportunity to provide guidance and counseling for these kids and some love to a little boy when he needed it most, came to me at a time when I needed to change the direction of my own life. I'm not even sure if Eugene's private spot under the pine trees was real, but I still retreat there in my mind whenever I have the need to "have nice thoughts".

And the connection between Marty Walsh and me is now officially scary!

1959 NEWPORT JAZZ FESTIVAL ............. from Rich Kennedy

SOUVENIRS - Rich Kennedy found his and Richie Bader's ticket stubs that he had saved from the 1959 Newport Jazz Festival

In summer 1959 the Newport Jazz Festival sounded like an in thing to do, and somehow I had use of the Guzemobile (the car of my classmate Ferdinand Guze), so I piled in Franny Yeck, Jed and Jed's NCE classmate Rich Bader and we headed north. When we arrived at Newport, the Chamber of Commerce told us about the town and got us a room in one of the beautiful old mansions that were opening up to accommodate the hoards of young people who were flocking there to hear Duke Ellington and friends do their thing. We were shown around our section of the mansion by the owner and given a verbal tour of the neighboring areas before we walked down the cliffs to the beach for the afternoon. We also saw Lover's Leap where legend says that one of two young men fell to his death in a contest to see who would marry a girl that they both wanted.

The closets in our room had been locked but when we were changing after we came back from the beach, Franny Yeck pulled out some pass keys, that he always carried with him, and opened the closet to find some classic clothes stored from the turn of the Century. We quickly put them on and were running around our floor with only our swimming jock straps but wearing beaver board top hats, spats and other formal attire. The owners heard the commotion and caught us in the act. That was the last year that the Mansions accepted guests for the Jazz Festival.

Richie Bader and I sprung for the $4 to buy a ticket to the outdoor concert at Freebody Park, but FXTY and Jed had plans to sneak in - Franny was with a group that stormed a weak point in the wall and was therefore able to catch the end of the concert. Jed got discouraged and wandered off ending up listening to Ray Charles at an interracial party in a basement apartment near the festival park.

I don't recall details of the next two days but Duke Barry and Bob Rey were planning to attend independently. Jed was writing his name around town in chalk in hopes to connect with them but although Duke saw a few of the JED signs, we never did meet up. On Sunday morning we all followed Richie Bader to a diner he had found the night before and had the "special" of steak and eggs for brunch before we headed home.

1959-62 IN THE YEAR OF OUR LADD ...... by George LaForge

I've heard it said that as soon as you go over the Edison Bridge headed to the shore a partying spirit takes hold of you. I believe that, I lived it. We had a lot of characters in Jersey City, and there were a lot of characters waiting for us to show up down the shore, especially James Allen Laird. I found him a happy drunk with a heart of gold.

Badd Laird, pronounced BADD LADD was quite a find because he fit in so well with our group. He showed up at the Jersey Shore after losing his track scholarship at U.V.A where he left the love of his life He was forced to join the Navy and mustered out just in time for the 1959 shore season. I don't remember exactly how we found him but one of my first recollections was, we found out that he was fired from his job as bartender at the Offshore Inn in Point Pleasant, and still had the Key. Needless to say "it was a fun night' there were about six of us as Badd took his position behind the bar, the laughs, the conversations, the jokes among the SHHHHES. Franny Yeck who possessed steel goulions decided to play shuffleboard .No one was paying much attention, we all had had a lot to drink before we even got to the OFFSHORE , the bells were clanging the lights flashing--------from both the game and the police car that while chasing a car ahead slowed and did a double take at the bar-------a sobering sprit entered us and there was a quick exit to John's car, one block away, we weren't that stupid.

Badd brought some friends of his from Bronxville from time to time, in particular Lovely Lloyd and the Hatch brothers. One was Bob Hatch who was a brilliant guy he would support himself by doing the New York Times crossword puzzle and sending it in for a prize. You all know how close brilliance is to insane. He always had a overcoat on even on the hottest days because he slept at Joe Crines train station {an abandon train station about 200 yards north of Crines in Sea Girt}. He talked like a hippy he would say, "like leave me alone I'm doing the puzzle " or "like sit down I want to talk to you". He said like, as the first word in any communication .He would always be shaking his head away from you and to the side he dribbled as he talked and he smelled like a goat. He was a nut case of the highest order; everyone called him BOOBY HATCH. He had two other brothers, one guy we never saw, but the story was, Tom was a real recluse he stayed home most of the time and didn't work, he finally got a job. It was a new position just about to start, as a stock boy in the toy department at Macy's in Manhattan, To celebrate he went out to be like the rest of the guys unfortunately it was well after three when the cops raided the Upholstered Sewer bar. The stars were not lined up for Tom that night because the Detective that questioned this fragile soul had a wife that worked, of all places, at Macy's in the toy department, she was always complaining to her husband about the lack of a stock boy. Showing off to his friends this detective while questioning Tom asked about his employment. When Tom replied" stock boy toy department Macy's" the detective screamed at the top of his lungs THERE IS NO STOCKBOY IN THE TOY DEPARTMENT AT MACY"S Tom never spoke again, They gave him the name BATTEN THE HATCH. The other guy's name was Paul. Paul was never sober, never, he really liked to drink, he would drink anything he got his hands on, after-shave etc. His family and friends called him Poor Paul. We called him DOWN THE…… .

I was home from school for the summer and was bumming around with John White and Badd Laird at the shore. Badd and I had a ton of jobs that summer - sometimes a job at one of the hotels in the area just to eat and have a place to sleep, we never worked but we could hang around and eat and sleep for a week or so just by showing up for a job, and there were a lot of hotels in the area at that time. We were hanging out at Joe Crine's, a bar on the border of Sea Girt and Manasquan but actually in Manasquan I was 20 John was 19 Badd was 23 or so, we all liked this place because they never bothered to ask how old you were. Everyone was nice and nobody seemed to give a crap about anything at that time so it was perfect for my lifestyle, because that was exactly the way I felt.

Every house has a story and this one probably has many, It was raining Sunday night when John asked me if I would take a ride with him to take his girl friend Pat Marshall and her girlfriend home to Tenafly. I said" sure it is going to rain all day anyway". John had made a deal with Duke Barry and his friends that while they were home working during the week John could stay at their house that they rented for the season, he swore that he would get out by Friday, so John And Badd And I moved in The next morning when it was time to go I went downstairs to see Badd completely nude sitting on a comfortable chair with a copy, just published in the Sunday New York Times, of "Lady Chatterley's Lover' and a pitcher of Blue Sunoco's and a glass [a blue Sunoco was gin vodka and grape juice .... to make a blue Sunoco supreme you would add a little Thunderbird]. There was a leak in the wall over the fireplace that really needed attention. John came down and as we were leaving he said to Badd, "call the owner and have him fix the leak". That night Crine's was having a. three dollars all you can drink night and we were sure to be back in time. Badd was going to save us seats. This could have been one of the first happy hour events to take place even though it was more than an hour Somebody was smart at Crine's, because they knew that a lot of people would take Monday as a REST DAY a Sabbath from Drinking. And their business suffered on Mondays.

John and I arrived back at 12th & B in Belmar to wash up a little and head for Crine's. On the wall that was damaged Badd had taken a red lipstick and written in large letters LIKE EVERYTHING IS O K. SEE YOU AT J CRINES END OF STORY I knew then and there that was the end of our welcome. Off to Crine's we went, the place was a zoo, everyone was there. As we walked in, I looked to the right to see Jack O'Brien In the middle of a head first dive down the shuffleboard he then broke a bottle over his head and started to eat the broken pieces. I wondered to myself" was there anything left to drink"? We pushed our way through the crowd to the bar, where Badd had two stool's one under each arm waiting for us. Many people told me that I had a great time that night. As a matter of fact I was told that a lot that summer.

CAPTAIN BILL - BART SHEEHAN AND BADD LADD - fall $333.33 short of their $1000 goal when Bart balks at paying his share of the damages.

I went back to school in September and spent the next summer down at Wildwood with my brother and his friends. I kept in touch with the happenings through the Jedsy Journal, Wildwood was a change of pace with a lot less drinking, I fell in lust with a girl that lived next door and did not make it to Crine's till the end of the summer. I was not present when Capt, Bill, Black Bart and Badd Ladd while staying at a house that Jack McDonough had rented in Spring Lake Heights [about a half mile north of Crine's] went on a rampage and trashed the house. The cops showed up and the boys spent the night in the hoosegow. They were ordered to pay the owner $1,000.00, they of course did not have the money, but by pleading Badd talked the Judge to give then till December 15th to come up with the money. The next day was the Dew Drop Inns' annual Clambake. Black Bart went home but Capt. Bill and Badd attended. Clambakes are 1.eat clams 2.drink beer. The next thing that Captain Bill remembers seeing was the black shiny shoes belonging to the same cop that arrested them the night before. He told them to get out of his town and never come back '. It was like a Western Movie' recalls Bill. The three of them were to meet in early December to come up with the$ 1000 so they decided to meet at Jim Downey's in Manhattan. Badd had gone straight and was building a career at his uncles advertising business in New York City. Badd had his $333.33 and so did Captain Bill but Black Bart was short by exactly that amount. Badd bounced his roll on the bar and ordered a drink for all three. And the beat went on, They met up with Crazy Tissy and headed for the Four Seasons to dine. After much fun and much wine they beat the tab and laughingly parted on Park Avenue. Now it was just Black Bart and Badd Ladd walking down Park Avenue when they spotted a girl from Badds' office walking her dog. While Badd was talking Black Bart bent down to pet FOO FOO who decided to chomp on Bart's outstretched thumb with a scream and a pull up Bart flung Foo Foo out onto Park Avenue

Benny from Beijing rolled down the window of the Yellow cab And said "solly".The girl from Badd's office cried crocodile tears, unabled to be comforted.

Next we see of Badd Ladd was him hitchhiking with a six pack in his old navy sack on the New York side of the George Washington Bridge heading south. He could not face the people in his office much less the girl.

Tissy later joined up with Ladd in Florida and they were down in Lauderdale on a double date, but Tissy was not as drunk as Badd "Come on get out" Tissy screamed to Badd as she tried to pull him out, but he was passed out drunk in the back of Lovely Lloyd's car, he wouldn't move," Well were getting out " she said as Tissy and Tina the model got out and walked away. Fifteen minuets later the car went off the Oscela Boulevard Bridge into the water.


THE BEGINNING OF THE ENDLESS SUMMER - (1960) ........ by Franny Yeck

FORT MONTAGUE BEACH HOTEL - where Franny Yeck and Bobby Rey settled during their stay when they took over Nassau in the Bahamas. The boys overwhelmed the colonial community with their Jersey City style. They met fellow JC native Flip Wilson who was working there prior to making it in TV and he assisted in getting them to clubs through the side door etc. They got access to a lot of local activity through connections of two local teenage girls they "befriended" named "Pee Wee" and "Claissa", and they also hosted Jed for two weeks at their quarters at the hotel where they fed him with free room service on the hotel beach and "dine around" coupons at other hotels. Jed tried to cash in too, only to find he was overmatched when he tried to pull a Jersey City scam on former master spy and soon to be best selling author, Ian Flemming, who was managing another hotel on the Island.

I don't remember what year it was when Bob Rey said let's hitch hike to Florida and then go to Nassau. He had done it before and was very convincing - so we did. Hitching to Florida was fun. We had good times. From Florida we took a cheap sea-plane to Nassau and soon found jobs in a fancy hotel, the Fort Montague. I was a cashier and he worked in the office. We enjoyed Nassau for a few months then moved on. He went to St. Thomas and met his future wife Liz. I went to Ft. Lauderdale and worked for a while at a hotel. John White joined me and was a lifeguard on the beach. When Bob Rey got in touch with me again he said come to St. Thomas for a good deal. I flew down and met some rich people who owned a 57 ft motor sailboat. They were 2 families traveling and wanted help sailing their boat back to Santa Barbara, CA. I signed on. Bob Rey sailed to Europe somewhere then returned home.

I had never sailed before but I learned soon. Our first stop was Colon, Panama for fuel then La Union in Honduras and a month layover in Acapulco to get the engine repaired. our next stop was Santa Barbara, CA, the boat owner's home. I was working and living on the boat when I ran into Pete Murphy from Jersey City. He and friends had rented a house on 1903 el Camino de la Luz overlooking the Pacific and I joined them there, and later other friends from Jersey joined us. Among them were Bob Rey and Liz Rey. John White, George La Forge, Daddy Z & Jed & Mel McMahon & Ben Schlossberg & others.. Dietra (Jean) Wright was a friend, who we met in Santa Barbara, and who later married Jed


It was the summer of '62. Jed and Bobby Rey were riding up University Avenue on the campus of Colorado University, Colorado Springs, Colorado. Lots of Colorado's in that sentence. Lots of changes for two guys from Jersey City, looking for a third. But just as Bobby Rey and Jed were talking about how impossible it was going to be to find Ben in that big school, down thestreet came this mountain man carrying a large animal femur, bleached whiteby the sun (the mountain man and the femur). He leaped on the hood of the Volvo and started beating the roof with the bone. Ben had found them. A great and bizarre summer that was -- culminating with perhaps the most monumental stunt that town has ever witnessed. I got busted by the campus cops for climbing up a drainpipe to gain after-curfew access to the window of MC in one of the girls' dorms. She was a Sioux-Irish shaman, I was a German mutt, and we made a good pair -- I think. Utilizing the strategy that a good offense is the best defense I drummed up an appropriate degree of indignity to defend my infraction of the drain pipe ascent to the University Administration at my disciplinary hearing: I told them I had to climb the drain pipe to warn MC not to go out that night because of the Glacier Fish. "The what?" they asked. "The glacier fish, damn it!" I replied. "A 10,000 year-old reptilian-fish hybrid that must have shaken loose from an ancient glacier from the Fakokta Ice Age in the Rockies, got flushed down the 30-mile-long pipe that feeds the Boulder Reservoir"-- a favorite swimming spot for C.U. summer students. I told them that I had witnessed a dramatic Darwinian re-enactment of evolution that night: that I had witnessed the amphibian-reptilian mutt-Glacierfish patrolling the shoreline of the reservoir. I further expressed my astonishment of seeing the Glacier Fish gnawing on the ankle of a student who was making out with his girlfriend (members of our cast) on the beach there, and that they had reported to the school infirmary for medical treatment. (I had gotten some chicken blood from a Haitian trance dace voodoo guy at the local butchers and mixed it with the oil of klipari and splattered it along the sand at water's edge. Our wounded cast member had cut up his ankle a bit. Bobby Rey sketched amphibian fin and tail tracks leading from the water to the blood spatter and back to the water.) The next day the Administration ordered the head of the Zoology Dept. to examine the scene of the mystery. The Glacier Fish theory had taken strong seed. On the last day of exams, the kids were swimming in the reservoir. Extra life guards and security guards were posted all along the waterfront and on the raft, on the lookout for the dreaded Glacier Fish. Bobby Rey was in a life boat, stationed mid-point between the shore and the raft, some 70 yards out. "GLACIER FISH!! GLACIER FISH!!", one of our plants screamed. The reptile's dorsal fin had been spotted by our shill a couple of hundred yards from shore. With a hunting knife clenched in his teeth, Jed tore off his poncho (He was naked underneath -- he had been mooning the sun worshipers lying face-up on the sand, by standing directly over them, providing refreshing shade for them from the hot sun). Stark naked, he dashed into the water, yelling, "I'll save the day! I'll get him!! I'll get the Glacier Fish!! Jed, with his knife cutting into his lips, swam past the life boat in which Bobby was standing. Bobby yelled, "Hey, mister, don't go out there! It's too dangerous!" Jed tipped over Bobby's boat, swam on past the raft and caught up to the Glacier Fish, thrusting his knife at it, time and time again. The crowd on the beach was standing, jumping, cheering him on! Suddenly, Jed was gone. He went under, never came back up. The Glacier Fish had gotten him. Earlier, I had taken an umbrella, shellacked it and fashioned a reptilian fin out of it. From a remote shore, I had swum out to the middle of the reservoir with the fin tracking over the surface of the water. I was using an aqua lung, with another one bungeed onto my leg. When Jed reached me, I pulled him under, gave him the second lung, and we both swam under-water to his Volvo, parked around a distant bend and packed to go. . Scientists flocked to the Reservoir. The authorities dragged the bottom with grapple irons. No sign of the glacier fish, no sign of Jed. When they drained the reservoir, a knife was found, along with tracks along the mud floor of the reservoir, leading out of the water and into the wilderness.

We got into the car, picked up Bobby Rey & MC and split Boulder, headed for the Cheyenne Wyoming National Rodeo, where we got kicked out at half-time for twisting with the Indians as they were doing a ceremonial war dance for the crowd. On the way to the Rodeo, we had stopped for breakfast at this big ol' isolated wooden mansion which had been converted into a roadside restaurant. Only thing, the road was miles away. There were no cars in front of the place, which was located in the middle of a prairie in the middle of a huge dust bowl in the middle of who knows where? We climbed up the cracked, wood stairs onto a very large, covered, front porch and we then entered the front door. The scene could have been taken from a Hitchcock Western Mystery -- had he ever written one. After woofing down a few steaks and eggs and pancakes, MC went to the lady's room and I went into the kitchen to talk with the chef to complain that my third steak was a bit rare and would he be so kind as to put it back on the grill for a minute or two. The chef was a very large Russian, wearing a bloody, white apron. and holding a very dramatic butcher's knife. After registering my complaint, I proceeded to walk out the kitchen door to 'get some air'. MC had climbed out the lady's room window and Bobby Rey and I met her at the Volvo, parked in the dust in front of the building. I started up the get-away car and we were waiting for Jed to appear. Where was Jed? This was not how an 'Eat-'n'-Beat' scenario in a Western should have proceeded. ('Eat-n-Beat': you eat then beat it out the restaurant and stick 'em with the check.) Jed should have been in the car and we should have been long gone. Three more minutes, no Jed. Suddenly, an image I shall never forget! Jed crashes through the second story window, leaping onto the roof of the porch -- with a mad Russian in hot pursuit, swinging a butcher's knife over his head, screaming Russian at Jed, as he jumped off the porch roof and ran for his life to the waiting Volvo. And off we sped to the rodeo, in the continuing existential saga of four satiated thieves in our cloud of glorious dust.

(We did a lot of acid in those days.)

JERSEY BOYS ............. by Dietra Wright

WANTED POSTER - Jed made wanted posters for a Zorro-like character that he dressed up as in the 1964 Santa Barbara Old Spanish Days festival after pasting the posters all over town. Years later Peter Murphy reported still having sightings of El Jed wanted posters in alleys around that town.

My recollections are from so long ago I only remember highlights. My friend Jannette took me to a party at a big house on a bluff over the Pacific in Santa Barbara.

The house was fabulous and it was full of funny Jersey Boys. Boys with senses of humor I had never seen before being a California girl. Extremely quick and witty. Frank Yeck, Bob Rey, John White and Peter Murphy were there and I was so drawn to the humor of everyone in the house. And the Jed stories. Jed became a legend quickly. With all the funny stories of Jed. I couldn't wait to meet him but I had missed him because he and Limpy had left Santa Barbara for a trip to Mexico just before I came on the scene.

My big memory at their house was coming home late, after being out with John, to Frank Yeck playing the piano. He was playing that Theme from the Apartment. He would play it over and over until he got to this one note that was always off key. He would get to that part and I would laugh and laugh and he would play it over and over with his drunken slit eyes and a silly grin on his face. The whole scene is etched in my memory forever. If he ever wanted to stop I'd urge him to play it again, again. Then laugh.

I was going out with John that winter and went back with him at the Holidays for a visit to New Jersey. Along the way we stopped to visit with Richard and Loretta Cosgrove who were John's friends and a couple of really nice Jersey people. That trip was my first exposure to the Jersey Shore.

"Da Shoah!" - What fond remembrances of the Jersey Shore. No place on earth like it. The smell, the look, the beach, the traffic, the heat, the water. It's like a Proust experience to think about the shore. The beautiful big resorts. The houses I really didn't fully appreciate until I was gone. All of it you don't really appreciate until its not there anymore. What a place. Nowhere else is there such a place. Long Island doesn't hold a candle to the Jersey Shore. There is nothing on the west coast that even comes close. I didn't have the high school/college experiences of the real east coast people but I sure did love it there.

The next year Ben Schlossberg and some others came out from Jersey but somehow I missed Jed again the until after I returned from John's funeral at the Shore. Jed was in nearby Monticeto, working there and living in an apartment with his high school student Steve Durana who had come out to visit with him. Steve was a shy, introverted, genius type, but we all did fun things together. When the Old Spanish Days celebration came up that year, Jed had "Wanted" posters made up describing a masked character that he went on to portray at the fest after he and Steve had pasted the posters all around town. He would then go into bars and demand free drinks. On the big last day of the festival, Jed got bored with it all and kidnapped me for a long overnight drive to go swimming in Ensenada, Mexico. After I married Jed, my mother said that I should collect the 500 pesos.


CITY OF KEANSBURG - cruises under the Triborough Bridge as it heads toward Rye Beach. The boat originally brought day trippers from New York City to Keansburg during the 1920s. After being retired, the vessel was moored and served as a cocktail lounge for a seafood restaurant in Boston harbor

Back in the days of less affluence and families that only had one or less cars, it was popular to use public transportation to get away for a summer day at a nearby amusement park that had both rides and beaches and bathing facilities. Perhaps the three most popular of these destination were Rye Beach, Rockaway Beach and Palisades Park.

Both Rye Beach and the Rockaways could be reached by cruise ships that left from the old ferry docks at Exchange Place in Jersey City while busses shuttled back and forth between Journal Square and Palisades Park.

The boat rides were also a popular annual excursion for churches, schools and companies who would close down for a day and while their organization took over the entire boat. There were two boat lines who serviced both parks but basically the Meseck line did the Rye Beach run and the Wilson Lines serviced Rockaway.

The Rye Beach boat was the City of Keansburg which had originally been commissioned in 1921 as the Steamboat connection between New York and the bayshore region of the Jersey Shore. It made runs to Long Branch as well as to all the bay port towns between Highlands and Keyport. After it was retired it was brought to Boston Harbor where it was permanently moored to serve as a cocktail lounge for Jimmy's Restaurant. Finally it was damaged in a storm that buffeted the harbor and had to be sold for salvage.

One year the Royals (a group that based on Westside Ave) decided to "join" the St. Al's boat ride to Rye Beach, but Fr. Kelly was ready for them and banned them from boarding. The group was easily recognizable, having been outfitted by Woody Nacion (a favorite salesman from Ed Franco's) with white team sweaters marked with large red R's and a football. Peanuts Farawell had someone carry his sweater on for him but, even without the sweater, Fr. Kelly recognized him on board and had him spend the entire day confined in the ship's brig.

Meanwhile Jed had some knowledge of the NYC subway system and took the rest of the group to New York where he brought them to the furthest north spot in the Bronx subway map and then one of the older guys in the group worked out a deal for everybody to squeeze in two or three taxis to go the rest of the way to Rye Beach. When the boat arrived it was greeted on the dock by a group of guys wearing white sweaters with red R's. Fr Kelly seemed amused and let the group blend in during the day and sail back on the return trip.

In 1955 Ralph Famigletti and Bob Cardinale got a jobs working on the Wilson lines and sent around the word that the company needed more help. By the end of the summer at least a dozen of the locals had joined the crew including Robert McLoughlin, Franny Yeck, Jugger Donnelly and Jed who all worked at the fast food counter. Robert and Jed often jumped ship during the afternoon and had their own "day trip" to Rockaway, rejoining the crew again for the evening return trip. They would spend the day exploring Rockaway Beach and most often would end up playing basketball outside of McGuires's Bar (owned by the father of Knick players, Dick and Al) where Robert who was just a high school freshman would wow the college guys he played with, earning free drink credits for back inside the bar later. The biggest crowds on the Wilson lines were for the Count Basie evening cruises. The boat would fill up at piers in Yonkers and Harlem and then cruise until after midnight and the when that crowd got the munchies they ate everything the crew could cook up for them as fast as it came off the grill. These cruises were the busiest but also the most fun to work.

Reaching Palisades Amusement Park by public transportation was a real trek and nowhere near the fun of a boat ride. In fact Palisades Park was originally built at the Turn of the Century by the Public Service Electric Co. at the extreme end of their trolley line for the purpose of having higher occupancy and more people riding the full length of the line. The Park was an immediate success both in increasing ridership and as an attraction. A few years later it was sold to private ownership and for the last years of its existence it was owned by a wonderful man who held off selling and taking huge profits on the real estate just because he enjoyed seeing kids have such a good time at his attraction which had added a giant salt water wave pool and was bringing in music stars and radio dj broadcasts to attract teens. There was an admission price for the Park but the owner even left the remote fence unguarded knowing that kids with limited funds could climb over and gain entrance. This led to a tradition of an annual visit to the Park where the only rule was that you could not bring in any money. The last such trip included Ben Schlossberg, Maribeth Kerwin DLWFB, Crazy Tissy and Jed and almost resulted in the loss of CT's entire reproductive system when her tennis shoe slipped on the top of the fence as she was straddling a strand of barbed wire. Luckily Jed had her hand and was able to lift the waiflike Tissy over and deposit her 90+ pounds on the other side. From there the group jumped on the rear of the mini train as it rounded a bend and then rode it back into the center of the Park. Access was gained to the Fun House by walking backward through the exit and the girls would talk the ride operators into freebies. One operator, annoyed that the guys were jumping in on the girl's free ride, switched the Loop the Loop to hyperspeed and centrifuged out the big supper that Jed had just eaten. Very soon after this trip the Park closed and the Palisadium Apartment complex was built on the site.

You can view the attached link for some nostalgic memories of Palisades Park


BILLY SMITH is backed up by other former Peacock hoop stars, Clem Reck, Ron Harrigan, Marty Walsh and Tom Gaynor at an affair in Saint Peter's Field House honoring their former coach Don Kennedy just prior to his passing a few years ago.

Coach Don Kennedy had made a name for Saint Peters Basketball by developing a team oriented style devoid of individual stars ……. and then along came Billy Smith. As Saint Peter's first premier player, Smith at times during several seasons led the Nation in scoring and ended up being drafted and playing for the New York Knicks after he graduated and before going off to fulfill his ROTC commitment as a 1st Lieutenant and also a star player on a championship US Army team.

Billy Smith retired a few years ago after a long and successful business career but more importantly he and his wife Angie are fast approaching their golden wedding anniversary in Lavallette where they now have made their permanent home

Bill Smith's highly successful sports career together with his exemplary life makes him a perfect candidate for the Hudson County Sports Hall of Fame. He first came on the scene as a key players on one of Coach Bob Kelly's Championship Dickinson High School teams and then Bill opted to finish his secondary schooling at a couple of prep schools in New York and Vermont where he continued to star. At Saint Peter's, Bill set all kinds of scoring records and three times led his conference in scoring, garnering All East and All American honors along the way. As noted above he went on to play for the Knicks before having to fulfill his service commitment but while in the Army he led his team in scoring and to the Championship while being named All Army for the three years he played.

By a copy of this article and Bill's curriculum vitae to the Hudson County Sports Hall of Fame Committee, we hereby request recognition of Bill Smith for the next class of inductees.

I met Kris Bibrowski after he had come from Warsaw to the US, and was immediately impressed by his work ethic. Later I came to think that he worked too hard, and was uptight and suspicious because he didn't know how to relax. Readers can form their own opinion.

Krsy's family had plans to visit Krzy's mom (Robbie's Babcia) in Poland this summer so they put pressure on Robbie to join them. Better judgment did not prevail and Robbie whined and begged and finally got the high cost, in season, vacation he wanted as a graduation gift. Along with this he was given a guide book similar to the guide he had when he toured this country or Washington DC. It all ended up being a "REAL" Polish vacation.

Robbie used the book and toured some areas that he hadn't been to before - he reported to Jed that he visited "a famous town that nobody ever heard of." While there they hired a guide to save time on finding the points of interest. The guide pointed out the overgrown side of a hill and explained that this was where the castle used to be and pointed to some bricks on the ground which indicated where the wall used to be.

It should be noted that this was one of the hottest summers that Poland has had in years and homes there are not equipped with air conditioning. After a few days of all this Robbie couldn't wait to get back to the States and spent most of his time and expense money on phone calls to his friends back here to make plans for when he returned


Lincoln High School's class of 1956 will celebrate their 50th anniversary on Saturday, 10/28/06 from 6-10 PM - the Waterview Pavilion in Belmar, NJ…… $65 per person buffet, open bar & DJ - The committee is still trying to locate the following former classmates:

- Frances Barboza - Ronald Bogdan - Gloria Bolden - Mary Bolden - Carl Boyd - Carol Brozoski Guist - Carol Cach - Patricia Desforge - Luigi De Vito - Doris Felder - James Finlay - Norman Ford - William Galle - Mary Giles - Madeline Grompone Riordan - Georgia Handel Moini - Mary Jackson Fowler - Pearliemae Jefferson - Avril Johnson - Barbara Kalicinski - Helen Kenihan Berner - Edward Laux - Edna Levine - Richard Lynch - Bette Perkel - Michael Pinkett - Gerald Podhurst - Constance Pullaro - Michael Roper - Joyce Santaniello - Marie Santomauro - Joseph Skladany - Marina Smith - Carolyn Standiford Oswald - Sidney Sussman- Robert Vivona - Marion Williams - Roberta Wilson

For further information please contact Marie Toleno Kist directly.

(email directly to Marie Toleno Kist by clicking here)

St Als High School class of 1957 is having a reunion Weekend of May 5-6 2007 somwhere down the Shore. The committee is still trying to locate the following former classmates:

Erna Baber, Patricia Barry,Agnes Bender,Alice Buckley,Ron Caroselli,Elizabeth Connerty,Eileen Courtney,Maureen Conway,Tom Curry,Gerald Dalton,John Egen,Steve Gallagher,James Good,Martin Green,Pat Kelly,Janet Kilkearny,Rich Kilbride,Marianne Marren,Kathleen McGreevy,NancyNaughton,Judy Napoleon,Mary O'Connell,Charles Norton,Grege Quirk,PatSpillane,Joanne Sester,Mike Teeple,Ray Williams and TomRomano.

For further information please contact Ed Brauman directly.

(email directly to Ed Brauman by clicking here)


Making screen savers and prints from the Minuteman Press Post Card calendar proved to be a big success last year so we are continuing this feature for those who did not get a calendar this year. If you did manage to get a calendar - the vintage post card scenes are great for cutting out and framing. For those who did not get one we are reproducing a selected card in each issue. You can right click on the picture and use it for your computer screen background or you can simply print out your own picture suitable for framing. For 2006 the post card scenes encompass all of New Jersey, so we will re-visit each one of these spots with you in each issue. This issue's selection, Lucy - The Margate Elephant. The 60 ft structure was one of three "elephants" built in the 1880's for the purpose of attracting land buyers who could climb to the observation deck and view the prospective land. Lucy is the only one of these to survive and was preserved from demolition by school children all over the country collecting pennies to fund the relocation and conversion into a museum. Now located adjacent to the beach a few minutes south of Atlantic City the structure is open for viewing all through the warmer months.

@JEDSEY.COM - this issue's Featured Website: (two from) Asbury Park

The newest additions and changes for our online network of readers are included here. Add these address changes to your e-mail listings, and send a note to an old friend today. We will direct link to your websites as they come on line, and there are also websites of local interest included here. Save any or all of these sites in your favorite places. Click below to access new and previously published links and addresses. - - Please resend your email address if it recently changed and/or you did not get recent email notices regarding this new issue - all addressed were dropped from our list if they bounced when the notice was sent out. - for some servers like Earthlink, you must put the JJ on your "friends" list so that our email alerts can get past the server's spam blocking software -- This month's FEATURED WEBSITE is actually 2 websites that cover the history of Asbury Park - The first by the Chamber of Commerce and the second, and perhaps more objective, by Chris Clay features some wonderful old post card views of a town that was once the jewel of the Jersey Shore - - The best search engine for finding the JJ is now back to Yahoo.com (search on the word "jedsey"), also there are still some who do not recognize that the JOURNAL does not get mailed to you - it is always at the same spot until it is replaced by the new issue at that same spot (the address never changes so keep it saved in your cache of favorite places). - - Finally, for those of you who want to save these issues for you collection use the following instructions: 1- open the on line issue of the current JEDSEY JOURNAL - (make sure it is completely downloaded) 2- click on "file" and then click on "save" and then select a folder to keep each issue in - create a file name to index the issue and make sure it is saved in an html type format and then you will be able to open and read each issue long after it is replaced on line. One last hint- the JJ is formated for 8 1/2" wide paper, so if you are reading it on your PC screen you will get the best presentation by clicking the window button and narrowing your window screen to resemble an 8 1/2 x 11" sheet of paper.



TWILIGHT ZONE - when Paul Comi visited Danny Lamego last month Jed recalled seeing him in a Twilight Zone episode where Paul portrayed a co pilot who flew back in time. This was one of three Twilight Zones that Jed can recall - this one because of a dubbed in sequence of flying over the 1939 World's Fair - (an event that both Jed and Paul recall attending)

MIKE ROONEY AND DANNY WADDLETON - are at the center of Marty Walsh's proposition to debate the rankings of past athletes. This will result in two things for sure: 1) the debate will never be settled - and 2) this will evoke some truly great memories.

MIKE SHANLEY (r) stops in at Donovan's to visit with old friend Ed Bowler (l).

TWO DEGREES OF SEPARATION - Jack McDonough's relative Gene Tunney beat Dempsey in the famous "Long Count" fight. By coincidence, the ref for that fight was a relative of Jack's pal, Duke Barry.

KID BLUE EYES - the rare publicity photo of Frank Sinatra was taken while he was performing at the Paramount. Frank had an apartment in Jersey City at the time (177 Bergen Ave.) and wife Nancy could always be seen walking with Nancy Jr and newborn Frank Jr in Audubon Park.

BASIA TO WED - Basia writes that she plans to wed in September. Three years ago when Basia (center) was PPD's caregiver they attended Dorothy Woerner's 90th Birthday Bash along with Polish Maria who was Basia's friend and Dorothy's caregiver.


SEPT/OCT - due out around Sept 30 - - Donovan's reunion - Internet JJ has 10th Anniversary - ID THE PHOTO - - BEST OF JEDSEY JOURNAL ARCHIVES - - JCNJ REDUX - THE WAY WE WERE - - WHERE ARE THEY NOW - - - - AND MUCH MORE -

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