I remember living at 13 Bergen Street when
I was six. One memory that stands out was seeing a man on a cold
wintry evening selling hot chestnuts. I guess it was an end of an
era, for I never saw him again or anyone else doing this. That had
to be 1949 or 1950. This was my dad's neck of the woods.
My sister Barbara and I used to go to the Avon theatre for Saturday
matinees, lots of 1930's horror movies. We went to Blessed Sacrament
Church on Clinton Avenue. I was baptized there. Later on we moved
to 26 Beverly Street, between Fabian Place and Leslie Street.
Dad used to have events at Olympic Park, as I still have a newspaper
clipping of one of them. I also have a few of a publication called
spotlight circa '50's. Mom used to take us shopping downtown, and
also on Springfield Avenue. I loved Newark and wish it never changed,
for it was a decent city and I miss it allot.