| Date: Tue 02/20/07 2:59PM From: Al Gavin Email: alter@optonline.net Message: Geraldine, Im sorry if you got the wrong idea. I was trying to portray this story as was percieved by an 8 year old at the time. Father Krieg may have been everything you say he was and more. But I was just saying what was told to me by other kids that went there circa 1967. Did I leave out the part about the moat with crocodiles? |
| Date: Tue 02/20/07 12:31PM From: Geraldine Email: swts112@aol.com Message: Al, I find that story of the small playground at Blessed Sacrament very amusing . The only thing is I can't remember any of that ever happening to those that did not go there. I would play in there with many of my non catolic school friends and never once had to say Hail Marys for being there with them. I do however remember Father Krieg and what a mean money hungry priest he was. He should have been the one on his knees saying those Hail Marys and asking for forgiveness. He would go after those families he felt had money because he wanted more and more, yet he was the one driving the cadillac and owning most of the homes on the side of the school. He wanted to build a boys high school but there was one house that would not sell and that ruined his plans. But to get back to the playground it was suppose to be rebuilt when Father Gallo was pastor but never was. So they took down the Bob wired electric fence as you say haha and made it one big parking lot. The Playgorund now is in one of the small school yards. The equipment was donated by target and built by the parents of the students in the school. So you see Al, Father Krieg did not care if you went to the school or not. If he didn't like your family he went after you. This coming from a student that went to Blessed Sacrament and was told not to come back until my parents paid him what he wanted when no others were paying anything. I would say there was about 10 families back in the 60's that he did that to. Yet Blessed Sacrament I will always hold dear to my heart because not only did my children attend there later in years but I also worked in the school office for over 10 years. Those are the good memories I hold dear to me . I wonder what Father Kreig would say if he knew that I had been back lolol. One last thing if any of you attended Blessed Sacrament and have great memories always know that you can donate to the school to help keep it open. They sure can use the funding. They have a great pastor there that goes out of his way to help many people in the area. I even have seen him give the coat off his back to help someone that was cold. Now that is a priest. Love you Father Frank |
| Date: Tue 02/20/07 8:12AM From: Al Gavin Email: alter@optonline.net Message: While Im at this, why is it that no one has mentioned the small playground that was behind Blessed Sacrament church? The story was that unless you went to the school, you were NOT PERMITTED to enter it at any time. It was surrounded by what at that time seemed like a ten foot fence and possibly a minefield. If Father Krieg were to see an infidel from outside the parish entering this hallowed ground, one could only imagine the consequences! Did I forget that there might( Isay might) have been barbed wire at the top of the growing 20 ft. fence? Stories abounded (remember we were like 7 or 8 years old). Children caught were brought into the rectory for a marathon session of hail marys.Their parents were called afterwards and lectured on the evils of tresspass. There were other stories too but ill leave them to the other poor souls captured behind the ever growing 50 foot fence which also may have been electrified. |
| Date: Tue 02/20/07 7:55AM From: Al Gavin Email: alter@optonline.net Message: To anyone who cares regarding the heralded Oscar Krowitz, prior to going to PS65, he was principal of PS76 on Wyona st. I remember him as a short, bald man, rather scrawny, who no 2nd grader would fear. Obviously, his reign of terror didnt last long there. |
| Date: Tue 02/20/07 6:06AM From: Michael Rabus Email: Michael.Rabus@admlaw.com Message: I grew up on Nichols between Ridgewood and Fulton-right accros from PS 171. Great work. I'll pass the website on to some guys that worked at Long's Ice Cream Parlor |
| Date: Mon 02/19/07 7:11PM From: Rick Gomes Email: tapeshare@yahoo.com Message: Funny Ralph I always thought 3 Feet Over Germany was very local to my block but I've seen it mentioned in chat rooms over the years so it was more widespread than I thought. It was played curb to curb, starting off with one player against everyone else. He would stand in the middle of the street, facing the curb where everyone else lined up. He would call out a rule like "One foot off of Candyland" and the players were allowed one step off the curb, then had to begin reciting different names of candy. If they stopped, they could be tagged and had to join that side. At any point you could take off and try to get to the other curb without being tagged. One distinct memory; the call "X steps off of JukeBox land" meant you had to sing a current song. We would all sing "Yellow Submarine". Hope that jogs the memory |
| Date: Mon 02/19/07 3:58PM From: Ralph DeLaRosa Email: ralph101@adelphia.net Message: The best part of growing up in our neighborhood was all those great street games we used to play. There is one in particular that I remember that I have not been able to find on the internet anywhere and I wonder if anyone from the neighborhood remembers it. It was called 3 feet off Germany. I don't remember the details and rules of the game, I just remember the game? Anyone out there remember it and can jog my memory? |
| Date: Mon 02/19/07 1:51PM From: Joe Marcolini Email: joemarco@optonline.net Message: Love this site,I would like to share my Brookyln story.I live on 383 Crescent St and McKinley Ave..From 1968 to 1983. We that went to St Sylevester parish on Grant ave at that time, was truly a special moment in time. Most of us from St Sylvesters are in contact in some form one way or another. The Parish was our Center, we had wonderful priest,and our sports program at St.Sylvester which had limited money was run by special people like Phil Papale,Owen,Stan and countless fathers that helped make our programs work well, like Mr.Cifarelli,Pomilio,Cordaro,Devito, and there are many more that helped.At St Sylevester in their basement we all wrote our names on the bricks and sealed that moment in time for us that one special night.Would love to see a picture of that wall. Alot of us now live in Nassau county Ny,Growing up in Brookyln@Queens was great. The people,block parties,staying out playing all day and night starting with stick,slap,punch,stoop ball and then hearing all of our Moms calling us to go and eat.Then going back out to play johnny-on-the-pony,kick the can,red light green light,skell-zee,etc..we never had to worry about the problems like today, We all where safe and stuck together,like a family.this was my neighborhood. |
| Date: Mon 02/19/07 7:07AM From: Yvonne Temann Email: yvmate@yahoo.com Message: Just visited the updated P.S. 65 page. The graduation pictures from 1969 are the same as mine from 1970. Assemblies and graduations were held in the auditorium which I think at one time was four classrooms with the walls removed. The center wall remained I guess as a ceiling support. I recall spending many days prior to graduation practicing with my classmates walking in and out of the auditorium and practicing singing the songs we were going to sing. Also, the teachers told the boys to wear white shirts with dark ties and pants, and the the girls to wear pastel dresses. As for the principal at the time, it was Oscar Krowitz. He was still the principal when I graduated in 1970. When I first arrived at P.S. 65 in 1964, the principal was Miss Sullivan. At some point she retired and for a while the interim principal was Mrs. Marion Stokes. Then Mr. Krowitz came in think in 1967 or 1968. Mr. Krowitz was very strict in the lunchroom. He would patrol almost every day, walking up and down between the tables while we ate. If he saw a student misbehaving at the talbe, he would say in a loud voice, pointing to the guilty party, "Hey you, get up, get your tray, get outta here. We don't need you here distrupting everyone's lunch." I think the student had to report to Mr. Krowitz' office for a further tongue lashing. I liked the hot dogs they served and the spaghetti and meatballs and beef ravioli weren't too bad. YVonne Class of '70 |
| Date: Sun 02/18/07 11:42PM From: julio serrata 221 etna street Email: illmatic96ss@aol.com Message: hey ive been in eny cypress hills since the late 70 i also went o ps 65 and is 171 and franklin k lane did any one here live or own 221 etna st do you have any pics that would be nice to see thanks |