I lived in the Riviera Hotel from 1971-1974.
I thank God for that hotel every day. It housed me and fed me when
I had little means of income. I would start a new job as English
teacher in the Newark Public Schools...however, I probably would
not be paid for a month. I came from Tennessee to New Jersey because
of relatives that lived in Newark; however, none had room for me.
I was fresh out of college. I lived at Father Divine's at $5.00
a week and ate my meals in its small cafe at .25 a meal. I shared
a room with a middle-aged woman with whom I remained friends until
I went on to live in several different rooms including a private
room for only $10 a week. Of course, I don't have to tell you what
a bargain that was!
So, I was safe and sheltered until I learned my way around New
Jersey. In years time, I moved into my own apartment in Irvington.
I never forgot those I left behind, nor the wisdom imported by
the elders that had such interesting stories to tell.