The memories I hold of Newark are so very
special to me.
I lived and grew up in Irvington. Most of my time, when not in
school, was spent in Newark. My cousins lived on Leslie St., near
Hawthorne Ave. and I was always at their house as a child.
My pre teen and teenage years were centered around the Jewish "Y"
on Chancellor Ave. This was my "second home". My closest
friends were here, I met the boyfriends of my teen years here, and
it was the hub of our social existence. My mother would allow me
to walk to the "Y" because the area was safe and crime
I can taste the bagels from Watson on Chancellor Ave. we would
stop and buy for 25 cents. The warm salted ones tasted just like
pretzels. These memories will be alive in my mind and heart forever.
These days, I very rarely drive past the "Y". When I
do, I throw a loving kiss and wave, in thanks for the best times
of my life, and the sweet memories I'll always have.