Memory: I remember hearing about Gram censoring mail that came in the house at 20 Vincent Street. Even weekly magazines like Saturday Evening Post and Life. Uncle Larry or Uncle Ray would be reading an article and it would be continued on say page 32. They would go to find page 32 and it would be missing. Evidently page 31 or 32 had a picture Gram did not think suitable so she would rip the page out. Probably a bathing suit ad or something similar. Remember were talking G rated Saturday Evening Post and Life.
Submitted by Madeline Gayda Missimer

Memory: I remember the parties (St Pat's Day for example) at the Apostol homestead in the Vailsburg section of Newark, and we would all march through the house, out the front door and back in again playing kazoos.  They were a hoot! (or should I say a toot?)

Submitted by Linda

Memory: I remember all the Halloween parties that we had at Gram's house. Aunt Thersea and all her Scary Stories. Dressing up and just having fun.

Also, all the Super Bowl parties we had at Grandma's in South Orange. That was tons of fun. My Team always won. Lol.

There is just one memory that I wish I could remember but can't. That would be Aunt Christine. I miss her and I wish I could remember all the fun we had. What she was like and what she looked like. The only thing that I can remember is playing in the room next to the bathroom at the house in South Orange and playing with the dolls.

Submitted by Jessica

Email to Eileen from Mal:

Just a quick note about something I remembered the other day. Do you remember when Daddy was reading and you asked him something he would take his finger and mark the spot he was at in "The Saturday Evening Post" before he looked up to answer? Good time saver and something I never thought of doing but should have. I wonder if it came from his working with figures since he did most addition pencil-less.

Ei's response:

I so vividly remember Daddy holding his place with his index finger while he responded to my interruption of his reading. I think it did have to do with his math work in business. I think it also had to do with the fact that he really was an avid reader as well. He read all the time he was not working or sleeping or listening to the Yankees or Newark Bears on the radio. There was an author whose name I cannot remember who was one of Daddy's favorites. This male author wrote about the American West and Daddy had read about twenty of those works, as I remember.

More about Dad and his math. You may have heard this story. When Mom and he were working at Central Stamping, Down Neck--not too far from Hayes Park, a salesman came to demonstrate adding machines in the late 1920's. Daddy's boss had Daddy, with pencil and paper, do the same additions and subtractions as the demonstrator was doing on the machine and, of course, Daddy beat him. The boss told the salesman 'bye-'bye and thanks.

One last one from Uncle James. Uncle James was in charge of a dining room near the Bridgeport street where Daddy grew up and he used to hire Daddy, a school boy, to help with various tasks to tidy up. Uncle James noticed that if he promised Daddy $1.00, Daddy would find two boys to help, give them each $.25 and read while he supervised their work and pocketed $.50. Uncle James was impressed.

'Excerpt from an email from Eileen and presented here with her permission'
Eileen Gayda Kane

Memory: Gosh There is so many wonderful memories that I can remember sharing with my family. For example: Christmas, Halloween Parties and Aunt Theresa's scary stories and costumes, St. Patty's party where I first met the cousin who later would become one of my bestest friends, Super Bowl parties and just gatherings and us kids playing outside chasing fire flies, dancing and singing songs that we know call Oldies (lol), playing Barbies all hours of the night .... so many to think of .... People who will always be close and dear who sadly cannot be with us today .... We had some good times growing up and I feel with our children we will have even more wonderful memories to cherish ....

Submitted by Jennifer

OK, this ones on me.

 I remember way back in my pre-teens days we were having a discussion about what we would watch on television that Sunday afternoon.  TV was so unique that it was a big  family decision to pick out the Sunday Movie we would watch.  My mother decided that it would be “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” (1939 version that is).  I was very disappointed and said “oh no, not football again!”.

Submitted by Madeline Sr.

A little quiz here.  Who remembers the three ashtrays that Gram had in her living room during World War II?  Hint: They were faces of famous people. Name the people and where you put the cigarette ashes.

Memory: (South Orange Memories) I remember sitting on the floor of the basement (family room) talking to Uncle George and Aunt Christine... Uncle George would always tell me that he was going to have a big blue truck and Aunt Christine her car would of course be pink... and they were trying to get me to drink a bottle of nail polish remover (not really) but telling me it was water!!!! lol They were always teasing me....I remember Pete and Uncle George, when they used to rake up the leaves, they would have me in the big big sheets with the leaves to carry them to the front of the house....I remember playing catch with my dog Bear... I remember Aunt Christine doing my hair to get ready for the Christmas party at Schering Plough with Grandpa, Grandma and Aunt Christine....Going down the drive way with Uncle George on his skate board... When Uncle George came home from that Seafood place leaving the lobsters all on the floor, then he was messing with one too much and it clipped him! I remember on Holidays the family would get together and go upstairs to the fancy living room and sit in front of the fire.....I remember when Uncle George took me for my first motorcycle ride....when we went up the driveway and my mom saw us from the kitchen window..... LOL ..... I don't know who was more scared me or her... I have so many memories from that house... I'm sneaking at work laughing to myself while typing....

February 07, 2008 
Michella

Memory: I have four beautiful memories to share. First was the St. Patrick's Day party on March 21, 1992 at Auntie Mal's House in Bethlehem, PA; I met Jennifer for the first time, and now 16 years later, we are very close friends.

My second memory is of the June 2004 family reunion, hosted by Kathleen Arcangelo. That first reunion--on June 26, 2004--was a sweet coda to my 26th birthday, which had been three weeks to the day prior. I finally got to see Jennifer for the first time since our initial meeting 12 years earlier, and I also met Terry Manhardt and her children for the first time. And having my father there just made everything complete.

My third memory is of Patrick's first birthday party at Auntie Mal's house in The Poconos on July 15, 2005. I bluffed Jennifer into thinking that I was not going to be there, and then I shocked her by showing up. I got to meet her sons for the first time, and I also presented Jennifer with a plaque for her 25th birthday--the first plaque in a series that I have been thoroughly enjoying ever since. Oh, and Jennifer also got to go for a ride in my silver Chevrolet Malibu!

My fourth and final memory is the last family reunion on August 11, 2007, which was again hosted by Kathleen Arcangelo. I was the only person from my family in attendance. I got to see Terry and her kids again, and I also met Rich for the first time. That day, I had the honor of presenting Catherine Manhardt with a plaque for her high school graduation. Naturally, I also spent time with Jennifer and her sons, which was very special. I can't wait for the next one, whenever that might be! :)

February 20, 2008 
Michael Robert Sicilia

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