I lived in Newark from birth until age
15. My parents (Joan T Lockman and Gerald A. Iorio) grew up on S.
11th and S. 10th Street between 15th and 16th Avenue. My dad's address
was 481 S. 11th Street. My mom passed away last year after living
71 fairly good years and 3 open heart operations.
I remember walking to Alexander Street School and also to Vailsburg
High School. I also remember going to Sacred Heart Church, which
was a distance from my house at 189 Sunset Avenue. I also remember
going to many activities at Vailsburg Park, especially in the summer.
My Uncle Ray ( he had a dog named Pepper) coached Little League
for many years. I'm sure many people remember him. My brother Kenny
used to hang out at Lupos Pizzeria down by Vailsburg Park.
I moved to Northern New Jersey when I was a sophomore in school.
It was a rough move, going from being able to get anywhere you wanted
by foot to needing to drive everywhere. My parents often told me
of fond memories of the ice man, milk man and going to all the wonderful
placed around Newark. It is hard to believe that Newark used to
be such a wonderful place to live.
I remember the big flood on 18th avenue when everything was floating
down from Sanford Avenue. The Pool House at the corner of West End
Avenue and 18th Avenue was open and guys were playing pool with
their pants rolled up. People were literally swimming in the streets.
I don't think it ever happened again and I don't remember what year
I also remember the year the teachers were on strike for 3 months,
I believe it was 1971 or 1972. We went to school and just hung around
and did nothing. Sad, but true.
Well, it was nice sharing memories.