Before I Met Sandy
Hicksville - Age 7 to 9
 1937, and we're at the beach again. This is probably Jones Beach, most likely the Zach's Bay area, where the water was calm. |
 1937 |
I was still in the East Street School. I liked school.
I enjoyed the classes and I learned easily. I read every book in the
class library and asked for more. "And to Think that I Saw It on
Mulberry Street", by Dr. Seuss, so impressed me that I ran home from
school to tell my mother all about it. When walking to school with friends and not cutting through the potato farm, we used to cut across two empty lots next to the school. So many kids did it that we had worn a path. Someone built a house in our path. After the foundation was poured and the first floor was laid and until the house was closed in, we walked through it to get to school. It was on our path! |
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 Both this and dad's picture were taken in Feb. 1938. Obviously professional. |
 This was also 1938, but not in Feb. Libby's hair is shorter and the dress doesn't match. This probably was during a promotion for the Stanley Store. At least once, dad had a photographer come in and take children's pictures. I don't know whether there was a charge for the picture or not, maybe free with a purchase. One year, before school opening, dad gave away dictionaries with the store name on the front cover. |
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 1938. I don't remember going to the beach this often. This was during the recession in the Great Depression, so maybe the beach or a picnic was the cheapest Sunday entertainment for the family. Our parents must have had problems and worries, but, for us kids, it was just a good time to grow up. Well, except for the fact that everything was in black and white. Color wasn't invented until later. |
 1938 Libby at the beach. |
 1938 A picnic, not the beach. |
 1938 Probably in the Catskill Mountains. We went to the Catskills a couple of summers. I don't know why, probably mom liked it. It was out of the heat of Long Island, but she still had to do the cooking for us. I would rather have stayed home. I remember the Catskills because that's where a cow stepped on my foot, and I learned what cowpies are. |
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