I absolutely could not imagine anyone minding a rememberance to Cosmo. I personally think of him  often, the older I get. In elementary school I could walk to his house. We'd play ping pong at Cossie's.  On Teacher-Conference Days, a large group of us would wear bathing suits under our clothes and walk to Beach 25th St. to go swimming. 

The year we were in 7th grade, (we only did two years JHS), I was  caught  by a wave and pulled out.  I kept getting knocked under...couldn't get up. Finally, I felt a hand on my hair, pulling me up and out.  Yes, it was Cosmo.  At first I was afraid my mother was going to kill me for forgetting the dreaded bathing cap; but, to this day I have never worn one again. 

I live on the shores of a small lake in upstate NY.  We have finally thawed out and the water is flowing again. That is when the nostaglia hits me, and Cossie becomes a very strong memory, once again. 

Teri Cooper Sobek, Class of 1963

 
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you.  I'm sure there are many others that experience the same fond memories of your time on planet earth.

Charlie Levine

David was extraordinary in so many ways - charismatic, talented, handsome, and genuinely beloved.  He was a preternaturally gifted musician, but most of all, he was an extraordinary friend. To those of us fortunate enough to have been close to him, the hole he left will never be filled.

Robby Merkin

David, You still remain in my heart.  You were one of my first boyfriends when I moved to Belle Harbor.  You took me to your senior prom at the Copa Cabana in NYC and gave me a beautiful opal necklace, which I still have.  You were a great boyfriend and a great drummer.  When you left for college and you met a new girlfriend, I was heartbroken.  I loved you. 

Cindy

 
Mickey passed away on the Memorial Day weekend in 1995, four years ago, at age 48.  He was a long time postal worker and had stayed in the area his whole life.  He is greatly missed by all who knew him.

Joe Marasco

 
To know Elliot was to love him. To know and love him was a privilege. Goodbye, dear friend.

Dave Rapp

(Services to be held June 7, 1999, 11:15 a.m. at Riverside Funeral Home, 76th St. & Amsterdam Ave., New York City, 212-362-6600)

 
Cliff was my best friend and partner in life.  He was like a kid who never grew up.  He had a great love for Rockaway and those who ever had encounters with him will remember funny fond memories. He worked at Peninsula Hospital, he played stickball and street hockey, went bike riding every summer nite while we were dating, loved the roller coasters at Rockaway Playland and Coney Island (especially with his hands up!), and thought we should have all our names etched on the Cross Bay/Marine Park bridges as we paid for them many times over!  He will forever be a part of me.

Sheri Jacobs Langer

 
He bought me a turtle and I called it Bartsie. His mother knit him beautiful sweaters, so I started to  knit one for him but only finished half. He was a sweetie. My condolences for his sister Ellen.

Susan Friedman Brownstein

 
Michael was the first person I remember when I moved to Rockaway in the fall of 1963.  I was placed into a 6th grade classroom in September.  I was a little kid, about 4'11",  Michael was always tall.  His red hair, freckles and enormous stature scared me to death.  He knew that, and chased me home almost every day. That memory will be with me always.  Thank you, Michael.......

Lenore Behar Mankof

I got to know Mike only a few years before he passed away. Always had a smile on his face, and a good word. A real happy-go-lucky guy. Seemed to greet each new day (we met on the coffee line in the bagel store on many a morning!) with a refreshing and bright outlook. 

Joel Hamberger

Michael Schwartz was my first real boyfriend.  We were around 12 at the time.  We remained best friends after that.  I think of his red hair, freckles and smile often.  Rest in peace, Michael. 

Love, 

Arny

I knew Michael for many years. He was a great friend. He will be missed by everyone that knew him. I remember going to parties with him.  He was always fun-loving. 

Your friend,

Joan Tolin

Today, March 14th, is the 11th anniversary of Mike's passing. I think of him every day....because I have a photograph on my wall reminding me of the great days we had together as friends. Todd is up there too. And today I've been recollecting more then usual about those times we had together. I miss those guys...

Their "Brother in the Struggle" 

Andy Krosnick

This is a very belated post for Michael. He was truly one of the sweetest people I have ever known. I don't remember him saying a bad word about anyone. He was kind, fun, a great athlete and I guess a bit troubled. He was a very good friend and a special person.

David Abelson

 
Dawn's mother and my mother were friends before either one of us were even born. And she and I became friends at Far Rock High. She was a beautiful and talented woman who was very involved in school activities. I remember her fashion sense as being "eclectic" and she was definitely a woman before her time. When her shining star dimmed so suddenly at the age of 25 I was devastated because she was simply my friend and I had much love for her. Recently my children were looking at my year book and laughing at our "big hair and style of dressing," when I glanced at what Dawn had written in it: "... Someone I will never forget... "  Indeed, she is someone that I will never forget. 

Rest in peace sweetie, you deserve it.

Elaine

 
Perry is my cousin thru my father (Lenny Kohn). I first met him in 1981 when I went to California to stay with my Aunt Ilene & Uncle Larry Sultan.  When I first met him I did not know who he was. Later that night, it was as thou I have known him my whole life. Perry was one of the friendliest people I have ever met. I will surely miss him. 

He has left behind his wife Kathy, son Michael, daughters Kelly, Jana and Liza, and two grandchildren. And of course the rest of the family and friends. He was a great person and he will missed by all. Perry passed away in July 1999. 

Perry, please keep an eye on the rest of us and say hello to Nana for me.

Love always,

Nancy Kohn

 
Bruce passed away on July 27, 1993 in Santa Cruz, California at 39. He was one of the funniest people I ever knew and he was a great friend.

Jerry Sadin

I remember meeting Bruce in the late 60's when we were still teenagers.  He had long hair; flannel shirt; levi's; work boots; chain smoking a cigarette, and he made me laugh.

The last time I hung out with Bruce some 25 years later in Santa Cruz, CA - he hadn't changed a bit - I was still laughing.

When visiting him, I had brought a girlfriend with me.  Always a ladies man, he flirted with her the whole time.  Still laughed.

Bruce owned a small motor bike and let my friend take it for a ride.  Well, she smashed it up. Repairs cost me a few hundred bucks. But he had charisma - I kept on laughing.

Funny how life is sometimes - while remembering Bruce and writing this memorial - he still makes me laugh after all these years.

Miss you and think of you often, Bruce - keep 'em laughing!

Steven N. Lang

Bruce was about the funniest and most creative person I've ever known.  For years, his friends borrowed and stole from his "routines". I can remember times that we laughed so hard I was afraid I'd stop breathing. Does anyone remember his checkered suit? He managed to find a shirt, pants, vest and tie that were all black and white checkered. The squares on each piece of clothing were a different size.  He was like a walking optical illusion. He finished the suit with one black and one white sneaker. 

We drove across the country together to move to California with Jerry Sadin, and all three of us lived here when he died. Bruce went through some difficult times, but even at his worst moments, he would give you the shirt off his back, and maybe the pants too, if that would make you laugh.

I've never known someone loved by so many.

Stewart Fox, 1972

I can still see Bruce the first time I met him. We were in elementary school walking to temple. No matter what the occasion, Bruce had us laughing. He was always a good friend, ready to listen and I always knew I would walk away smiling.

I hadn't seen or spoken to Bruce in many years but was and still am very close to his cousin Amy so somehow, I always felt close to Bruce. 

I will always remember him with a smile

Sharon (Stein) States, FRHS 1972

 
Lance was an incredible athlete who died in the early 70's, shortly after high school. He was a popular, friendly guy.

Jerry Sadin

I was pleased to see that Lance had been remembered. Those of us that played ball with this incredible athlete, ate breakfast every morning with him (don't take his fries!) when the football team went to Ellie's, or enjoyed his big smile in the hallway, will always remember this special person. I saw him a few days before his death and have never forgotten him. He will live on in our memories!

Michael Eisen '73

Growing up in the Arverne/Edgemere projects was simply a thrill. Add the friendship of Lance Harrison and family to that mix and I relive all those times over and over again in my mind. You see, many of you only recall the High School times, but for me, it started at PS 105 and earlier. Incredible athlete, scholar student, funny person without a chip on his shoulder and something went wrong. Life has it turns and Lance spun around in confusion. I don't dwell on those bad times, just the GRAND times. I can still remember Lance laying sprawled out under my chair in my bedroom during one of our famous post-game football parties. Enjoy those memories....

Keep the faith ....

Warren Mitchell

 
I just recently found out that Joyce has passed on.  She was a dear friend, always full of life and always vibrant, and so beautiful in every way.  Thank you for the lovely times, Joyce. I am deeply saddened that you are no longer here to share your joy with the world. Take care, doll. 

Love, 

Barbara Smith Roberts 

 
In remembrance of my loving grandfather, Mr. Burton Craft.  He was a loving husband to Alice V. (Fisher) Craft. He was a loving father to their six children, Alice (Craft) Napolitano, Barbara (Craft) Dawo, Dorothy (Craft) DeFranco, Burton Craft Jr., Paul Craft and Peter Craft.  He also was a loving grandfather to thirteen grandchildren.  He at one time worked for Republic.  While working for Republic he lost two fingers off his left hand.  Years later he worked for Morris Oil Company reparing oil burners. He always had jokes to tell. We all love you, Pop. We miss you!!!!!  Until we meet again...

Barbara Sundack

 
Charles (Captain Crunch) Hendrickson, Class of 1964, was my best friend.  His sense of humor,  intelligence and complete devotion to his friends will always be fondly remembered.

Richard Metzger

Charlie was the Best Man at our wedding.  He wanted to travel around the world in a sailboat. A kind person, a true friend.  His hair was so platinum blonde, it was almost white, with a reddish brown goatee.  A scholar, an intellect, a philosopher.  He loved to scuba dive and snorkel daily off Beach 5th Street. We are sure there isn't one day that goes by and someone doesn't think of him.

Elisa (Bachrow) and Al Hinken

 
Murray was my "Best Man" and a super friend for many years. We were part of the Clark's Candy  Store group on Mott Ave. His first car was a 1929 Nash. Annother one of our group that passed away much too early in life was Bob Seidman, also from  the same class (1945).  The same group on the same  corner.  I miss you both.

Murray Waks

 
1918 - 1988.  Physicist and Nobel Prize Winner.  Lover of chocolate ice cream.  Inspired several generations of young people. The most responsible "irresponsible" person of his time. Contemporary of my dad, Andy, class of 1934.

Joe Marasco

 
Lola was a bright and lovable woman. She loved her only son dearly. She was my only sister and I miss her daily.

Marc Herbert Speiser

 
Steve was a good, sweet brother and son. He was a doctor and was loved and well-respected. We miss him. He passed away on October 21, 1990.

Rochelle Elkin Lask 

Steve was the best friend I had in Rockaway.  We had been friends since we were 14 years old.  Although it has been over 15 years since I last saw him, I still think of him often and will carry his memory in my heart forever.  Rest in peace, my friend!

Denice Vogel

Although for the life of me I don't recall ever meeting Steve, I do remember his sister Rochelle and her husband Andy Lask very well. 

Please accept my best wishes, Rochelle, and send my regards to Andy and his brother Scott.

Steven N. Lang

I should have written this years ago but had done too much "eulogizing" for a while.  Anyway, still have to share some memories of Steve.

Steve Elkin was one of the funniest kids I'd ever known.  His sister, Rochelle, was (and still is) one of my closest friends so I spent lots of time at their place in Wavecrest. Although Steve appeared somewhat quiet and unassuming, he had a heck of a wit.  He'd have me falling off the chair with laughter at his impressions of the old lady calling "Vavecrest" to report that "the ebelator no voik"!  Later, we walked down the aisle together at his sister's wedding.  We were still laughing - but I won't say why in case the object of our hysteria ever reads this.  (Don't worry - it was no one in the bridal party!)

When Steve became "DR. Steve" I was as proud of him as I could have been if he were my own brother.  I loved that kid.  His loss was a loss to everyone that knew him. Vaya con dios, Dr. Steve.  And don't forget to say "hi" to "Mrs. Grenoble in 5B"!

Ronnie Kamm Tellerman

 
To many, Alan was a person to fear...to me, he was a very troubled soul.  Alan, you will always have a special place in my heart. May you rest in peace.

Arnelle (Wetzler) Brown-Booker

While not a friend of Alan's, I did know his brother Steve and remember when Alan was on the FRHS football team, and later, when he would play paddleball at Bch. 17th Street.

Arnie Wetzler is right, many people were afraid of him - but knowing the Wetzler family at the time, I don't think that Arnie would have cared for him if he didn't have some qualities that others never got the chance to see.

My condolences to the Reitkopf family.

Steven N. Lang

I remember riding on the handlebars of my brother's bike heading up to play Skeeball on 35th Street, then to the Bump-a-cars where I later ended up working. Once, my foot got caught in the spokes of the wheel, Alan and I got full of splinters from the boardwalk. Then he took me to Jerry's Kinishes and the fudgy-wudgys man on the beach where he later bought me an icebar...let's not forget about Lenny's "Fascination", when he used to chase me home in the wee hours and "Ellies" luncheonette, where I spent most of my high school days cutting classes and my brother, kicking my butt for it. Mean and tough Alan, But friends, he had hundreds, Wild parties with the gangs...Wavecrest, Fathers and 17th Street parking lots oh,boy!!! When he laughed it was so genuine from the belly. He was really a great guy and I loved him as did many of his closest friends. A great brother; most of the time he protected even if meant hurting somebody to do it!!!  I miss the old Alan. 

Stevie, your "kid" brother

We look for God in everyone. You were a great talent. With all the pain/confusion it was a blast. 

Rest in peace.

Richard Weir

 
Passed away on December 6, 1999 after a long and debilitating illness.  Husband of Patricia (Waters) Schwartz, Ph.D. Father of three adoring sons, Scott, Douglas and Michael.
Paramedic/Lieutenant for New York City Fire 
Dept./EMS Division.  Last domiciled in Inwood, New York.  Grew up in Far Rockaway, New York. A friend, fellow volunteer at the Peninsula Volunteer Ambulance Corp. Suffered much, complained little, now at peace.

Elisa (Bachrow) Hinken

 
I will always remember Lonnie, a super guy; friendly, outgoing and a great pal to all who knew him. Our times together were all too short, and these many years later you will remain in my memory, and in the memory of all who shared your short life! May God rest your soul.

Alan David, Class of 1966

My memories of Lonnie Lawrence extend through my entire "pre-adult" life. In elementary school, he was always the first kid to hand in his "dental note," because his father was a dentist. I stayed friends, on and off, with him for the rest of his much too short life.

Gerry Bixenspan, Class of 1966

I grew up with Lonnie.  We were the closest of friends from grade school until his untimely demise.  We learned about love and life together. I will never forget him.

Steven Scott, Class of 1966

Lonnie was my neighbor and one of my best friends.  We went to Queens College together where I remember sharing many a car ride with him. He was one of the most gentle, honest individuals one can imagine.  He had so much to live for and his unfortunate death in a car accident under the Freeway El still haunts me to this day.  Lonnie you are gone but your friends will never forget you. 

May God be with you. 

Bob Natt, Class of 1965
 

 
David was my first "love."  I fell in "love" with him on the Green Bus from 198 back to Far Rockaway. I used to DREAD it when he'd exit the bus at 28th St.  He was in eighth grade, I was in 7th, and I was so attracted to that beastly quality: that heavy beard used to get people into "R" rated movies years before we were of age!  And of course I couldn't resist that chipped tooth.  We were on & off  throughout high school.  He treated me like absolute garbage for those four years, too! Years later, he asked for my forgiveness and I wasn't ready.   I've learned a few things since then, Dave, and I forgive you now. 

Lisa Berman, Class of 1973

Although saddened by Dave's passing, I had to smile when reading Lisa Berman's description of Dave's advanced "beard" at such a young age. He was the envy of many young guys who could barely feel any stubble on their own faces.

My late father used to drive for Green Bus Lines in Far Rockaway, and I remember many times riding with Dave on the bus from JHS 198 along Seagirt Blvd.

Dave was a good guy, and I have many fond memories of him while growing up.

I'm glad Lisa has forgiven Dave - he would have appreciated it!

God bless, Dave, and rest in peace.

Steven N. Lang

It is not everyday you find a person who you hit it off with and spend an entire lifetime with.  My sister and David's sister were friends in JHS 198; that is how David and I met. To be accepted in his home, like a brother, was something special.  David and I went to college together for a short time, lived together for even a shorter time and experienced life's pleasures and disasters together. I always accepted him for he who was and he of me. We were BEST of friends for many years until we went our separate lives upon entering the military (USN). I will always cherish that friendship and relationship for the rest of living days. 
GOD BLESS you DAVID ....

Warren Mitchell

Growing up in Rockaway, I had many friends around my neighborhood in Arverne. I didn't have many close friends through FRHS, however. One of my friends, one of my great memories of FRHS, was David Weinstock. We didn't socialize much, we were just good acquaintances in school. I always thought of him as "very cool" and I had a good time hanging out with him at a party back then (maybe one that he threw at his house?). 

When I read that David had passed I was surprised and upset because he provided some wonderful memories for me over the years. He was a great guy and I hadn't thought about him for a very long time. I offer my condolenses to his family and close friends.

Steven Singer

 
Rose was the always the "life of the party".  She was part of our group from Roxbury, Rockaway Point and Breezy Point.  When I found her E-Mail address on the Far Rockaway Web Site, I sent an E-Mail which was answered by her son, John, advising that she just passed away on 12/31/99.  I responded to his message and told him I share his grief.  She was a great person and I will remember her with fondness always.

Fletcher C. Eberle, Class of 1956

 
Howie and I renewed our friendship during the last few years before he passed away. He lived life to its fullest. He was, and will forever remain a Rockaway legend!! May he rest in peace -- never to be forgotten by those who knew him.

Joel Hamberger

 
Harvey passed away on October 3, 1999, at the age of 42. During the last three years of his life he battled melanoma.  Harvey was a CPA, and a partner with a firm in Manhattan.  He is survived by his wife Lisa, and three children (aged 12, 9, & 6).  He last resided in Bellmore.  Harvey and I grew up in Nordeck.  We spent many days hanging out in the schoolyard of 198. Harvey was a wonderful son, brother, husband and father.  He will be greatly missed.

Jane Goldberg Loeffler

Harvey was a good friend of mine growing up in Nordeck.  We were in the same class from kindergarten through junior high school when they split us all up.  Hung out in the schoolyard of 198 and the sitting areas on our block.  Played lots of paddleball. 

He was a quiet guy.  We met at the centennial in 1997.  He was very thin.  I had heard he was ill but in remission.  It was great seeing him and the gang again.  I'll miss him.

Mark Coopersmith, Class of 1973

 
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you (my big brother).  I miss you so deeply.

Love, 

Your Little Sis

Nancy, Class of 1968

 
August 2, 1910 - May 12, 1998

Everyone Knew "Tillie"

 
Steven Rosenthal was a great friend and husband and father to two boys named Brandon and Kyle who are 11 and 6 years of age. He was loved by everyone. I miss him in my heart and he will always be in my thoughts.

Harriet Rosenthal, Class of 1973

 
Sally passed away on April 24, 1999 of lymphoma. She was a most treasured friend and a beautiful person with a gentle and giving spirit.  I will never forget you, Sally.

Cathy (Albanese) Callegari, Class of 1966

Sally, I will always remember the twinkle in your eyes, the smile on your face, and the willingness to always be there when needed. We shall meet again someday, old friend.

Estelle (Moses) Hunt, Class of 1965

 
           A Sorrow So Deep - A Brother Gone

Dear Ray,

You left us much too soon, and you are greatly missed.  I cherish the memories.  I think about you every day.  I can still hear your laugh and see your smile.  You were a wonderful brother; so loving, so kind, so protective.  You are always in my heart, now and forever.  I love you.

Your loving sister,

Linda

"The closest bonds we will ever know are the bonds of grief."

Linda Smith Roth, Class of 1966

 
For those that remember, Barbara was as good as they come. She was a great friend to all and loved everyone. She didn't have a good life but she enjoyed what she had.

Howard Zimmerman

 
Joel was probably my best friend from the 3rd grade at P.S. 39. He was a sweet guy and we went though a lot of changes together.  We all remember the 60s, don't we! I guess I'll always miss his friendship and advice.

Kenneth J. Feldman, Class of 1961

Howard Gooss & Joel Dratler Class of '60, were good friends in JHS 198 Queens, I was deeply saddened to hear of their untimely end. I know that they are there together, joking with each other!

George Kyriacou, Class of 1960

 
To everyone at Far Rock Erica was always affectionally admired for her strengh, devotion and warmth that she had for everyone around her.

When I first met her in Jr. High (I.S. 53) during my second year there, she was one of the nicest and honest people I have ever met, and she never changed; her personality was that of a tulip blossoming in the begining of spring. But when she died in April of 1998 she was robbed of two months of summer, her prom and graduation.

But my memories of Erica will never fade away. When I see a Tweety Bird on the cartoons, whenever I wear or see the colors pink & yellow I will always think of Erica, and I WILL ALWAYS LOVE ERICA!!!! WE LOVE U TWEETY!!!!

Shanika L. Wheeler

 
My sweet next door neighbor on Granada Place, Bayswater, let me drive his TR7 while teaching me how to drive standard shift. Only found out about his passing at the last reunion. What an inconceivable loss.

Robin Nedboy

 
Larry and I grew up together since the age of 5.  Over the years he was my classmate, my friend, my confidante, my "brother".  I lost track of him in the late 70's as he entered into the troubled period of his life.  I found out years later that he had passed away, apparently not under good circumstances. No matter who he later angered, to me, he has warm, loving, smart and funny - my lifelong companion growing up. I think of him often and will love and miss him always. Rest in peace, Lar.  I hope you found what you were looking for.

Ronnie Kamm Tellerman

Larry and I met in the 6th grade and became friends.  Through the years our lives took different paths, but each time we would run into each other there would always be warmth and caring.  Very often on February 18th I remember that it would have been his birthday and feel sadness for a life snuffed out too early.  A life that at one time was full of potential.  Good-bye Larry, I will never forget you, my friend.

Lois Mark Saiani

 
I dedicate this memorial to my brother Alvin Franklin Kramer.  He is survived by his wife Barbara and his daughter Gwen Dee. Alvin was a loving father and a very devoted grandfather.  He adored his grandchildren. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for them. One of the funniest things growing up as a young girl, I remember my brother Alley Cat (that's what I called him when I was young) telling me was when you go on a date always wear pants, and always keep you legs closed. What a way to remember your brother. But I do remember the sensitive and caring way he had.  I will never forget my brother and I know his beloved wife Barbara and his daughter won't either. I love you, Alvin. 

Your sister, 

Judy Kramer Schultheis, Class of 1965

 
I dedicate this memorial to my brother, Michael Barry Kramer. My brother was a wonderful man. I was very close to him. As time goes by I still can't believe he is gone. I can still see his face smiling right at me sometimes, in certain situations.  His laugh was robust, as was he. My brother Barry, as we called him, could walk into a room and everyone in the room would turn around, plus the room would shake. Thats the kind person he was. I simply adored him, and as time goes by I still adore him. I want everyone who knew my brother to read this and know that his sister, and I am sure his relatives and family, will never forget him. I love you, Barry and always will. 

Your sister, 

Judy (Kramer) Schultheis, Class of 1965

 
Everyone from Arverne will remember Anthony. He was one of the greatest people that ever lived. I should know, we spent most of our teenage years together. He was one of the most caring people that ever walked this earth. Anthony is missed by so many people. He was eveything to me. Anthony, I MISS YOU.

LOVE ALWAYS 

PAT

 
Eileen is missed so much. She has a son Brian who is now 31 years old. Eileen was one teriffic sister. She is missed by everyone.

Patricia Murphy Catropa

 
Dave Hayden, father, husband brother & friend. He filled the 
lives of people who knew him with fun & laughter. May your spirit live on in those who love u. 

Liz Weissman

 
Audrey Lustig, loved by all who knew her, missed by her loving brother and sister, FRHS alums Larry and Nadine. Married to her soulmate Kenny Luchin, two beautiful children, Tammy & Heith. I know U.R. an angel in heaven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hugs sweetie, 

Lizzie

 
Keith was a good and true friend-we miss him.  He won reknown at FRHS for decking Jack Kershman-( you know-Phys. Ed.; Coached football team)-after Jack insulted Keith's girlfriend Anita Z!

Lance Leopold

 
Roberta was an incredible woman, a special mom.  Her choice to depart on December 31, 1999 (the end of the millennium) represented to us her belief that "LIFE MUST GO ON". 
Her strength and courage during her last few months kept us 
all in awe.  She never gave up...and fought til the end.  She was the glue of our family and is deeply missed. We feel your spirit and know YOU will live on in our hearts for eternity.

We love you MOM-

Vicki Grodner

 
Steven was like a brother to me. We grew up together making sand castles on the beach in Arverne. Our mothers were the best of friends, so Steven and I were also good friends. I attended most of his birthday parties as the only girl with all the guys. When we were in our teens, he would provide the guys and I would provide the girls , so we could have a party at someones house. He was a warm, loving, very sweet guy !! 

He died a few days after he went to Viet Nam. I named my third child for him. It is over thirty years now, but I still think of him  often, and miss him alot. I hope he is resting in piece and that his family is doing well. 

Suzan Posner Tracy, class of '64

 
My mother, Agnes Materiale, died at the age of 68 in November of 1998.  She suffered valiantly for twelve years while scleroderma, a disease for which there is no cure, ravaged her body.  She was considered by all that knew her to be the loveliest, most beautiful and easily the most exuberant no matter who else was in her presence.  She raised four children and kept a lovely home always for the man who was her husband of 50 years, Art Pizzigati.  No one can ever take the place of my mom... not for me or anyone else whose lives she touched... and they were many.  I miss her every moment of every day in every way.  Aggie Materiale Pizzigati was so very loved...especially by me, her eldest daughter.

Susan Pizzigati

Agnes was not only deeply loved by her family but was respected by the friends of her children.  She was voted the best Mom on the block.  She was a talented landscaper, interior designer, cook, and parent.  To this day, I try to emulate her devotion to her family and her kindness to others.  I am a better person for having had her daughter as 
a best friend.

Carol Gustavson Tasco

 
Edward C. Barry was a graduate of FRHS but he will best be remembered as Coach Barry, or Dean of Boys at FRHS. He passed away Sept. 23, 2000 at his summer home in Orwell VT 05760. He was 94. He influenced many lives during his 42 years at FHRS and kept in contact with students and colleagues until the very end. He will be remembered with love.

Helen Georges

 
I have heard many stories over the years about my uncle Barry Rapaport.  Those of you who knew him well called him "Boardwalk Barry".  His twin sister is my mom, Barbara.  He passed away at the age of 47 while living in California. My daughter Bari is named after him.  He was a lot of fun to be with and I miss him so, rest in peace. 

Your only niece,

Lori Greenberg Lebowitz

To my friend Barry, 

Barry you were a good friend and I will always remember the good times and laughs we had. Too bad you left so soon. 

Al Biener

 
B.K., 

I just wanted to say thank you for being such a good friend to myself and my family for all these many years. You will be deeply missed and remembered by your many friends and family that you bought so much laughter and joy to.

All my Love, 

Tuffy

 
I am truly heartbroken to have heard of the recent passing of John Morales, Class of '71. 

Once upon a time, he, I, and several other musicians shared a house (The Rock House), right around the corner from FRHS.  He was a true friend, and the most talented, passionate guitarist I ever had the pleasure to share a stage with.  As with all else that we take for granted, I always thought I would see him again.

He loved his Les Paul, his books, and never hesitated to tell his friends that he loved them. Bad Company's song "Shooting Star" epitomizes the John I remember.  To paraphrase John, "I love you, man."  You will be missed. 

Suzi di Ganci-Greenberg G.O. Pres. '75

It's truly unfortunate that we don't realize just how special someone is until they're gone. I hadn't seen John more than 2 or 3 times in the past 20 years, but what an influence he had on this up & coming musician back in the day. John was unquestionably the closest thing to a rockstar that ever graced the sands of Rockaway. He affected more people than anyone I knew in that town or any town for that matter. As I stood at his memorial service I was completely numb. I still can't believe he's no longer with us. One thing about Rockaway friends, we always take for granted that we're friends for life & to now know I can't think of John in that way is so, so sad! John, I'll always remember everything you've taught me, both musically & about life & will carry your memory forever. You were a star indeed!!!

I love you, John, & you will be missed.

Frankie Di Ganci, Class of 1978

When I heard that John had taken his own life, I was truly shocked. The John I knew was way too vain to destroy himself.  The John I knew would let me come to his band rehearsals and watch and learn how a first class rock guitarist would take care of business. I was quite lucky to have such a seasoned pro in my home town!  I was always asking questions about how do you do this, and how did you do that. He would always give me answers and teach me what I wanted to know. (Then of course he would ask for a ride to some girl's house. I never met a guy that girls went so crazy over. He truly had it all.) He let me come with him to Green St. Recording Studio in the city to watch him record some smokin original songs. (Of course when they where done I had to give him a ride to some girl's house.) He was so confident, talented and a great businessman, that people just wanted to be around him. I also lived in the "rock-house" with John; he would always give me encouragement. I was blown away at the opportunity to live in the same house with him.

I'll never forget, when I went on tour with "The Gary Toms Empire," the day before I left, he told me "this is it man, you are on your way." He told me how proud he was of me, but on some level I think he wished it was him. And it probably should have been!

John was the one we all were sure was going to make it and as time went on I guess that took a toll on him.

Life is tough and does give a beating! But we have to stay strong and persevere. At John's memorial service it was so great to see all my old friends. John's passing brought us together one more time! I just want you guys and girls to know, I love you. John will always be in our hearts forever!!!!

Bert Elliot (Goldberg)

Class of 1974

"'scuse me while I kiss the sky"... The first time I ever held a microphone was at a band practice at John's parents house in 1967. I was auditioning for the lead singer postion.  John said...do you know anything by Jimi Hendrix?  I did not, but alas, I didn't want to appear "completely LAME".  I faked my way through 
Hey Joe but when we hit the refrain in Purple Haze....I completely blew the line..."'scuse me while I kiss the sky".  John gently allowed me to back to playing football and basketball and ended 
my dream of being a rock star.

Chris Ackerman

Class of 1971

I was shocked when learning that John had taken his own life. 

He was indeed a great musician, and I remember that he was just one handsome guy - the girls loved him.

I remember sitting in on some rehearsals with him and Louie Echavarria in 10th or 11th grade. He was a real charmer.

Although I recall that John had some difficulties during this time, I had always hoped that given enough time, things would work out for him in the end.

Rock ‘n Roll with Jimi and Janis, John - the music never dies...........

Steven N. Lang

As many of you know, John and I were bandmates for years. John, Louie Echavarria and I made some great music together. Louie and I had great passion but it was always John who got us up if we were down. Before a gig, John was so pumped up that if we weren't allowed on stage you'd think John was going to explode. Only John could come away from a Led Zeppelin concert and say Jimmy Page had nothing on him! But for all his ego & vanity John was Rock n Roll! And he was a friend. Once John decided to use my bass (Gibson EBO) as a cheerleading Baton and it hit a pipe in Louie's basement and it broke in 2! Before I could strangle him he says" no problem I will fix it and make it better" Well he did! As I listen to Van Halen live I realize with great sadness that John Morales was and still is the greatest rocker who ever lived!! 

With great love and admiration always!

Scott Lask 

I met John driving a cab in Far Rockaway and spent time with him in Florida and the Rock House.  We had some wild times together.  I played drums behind him for a short time; too short.  I always thought we would play together again. Maybe we will.  Where did you go John ???? 

Danny Dennison

Being that I knew Johnny as a boy, I can't forget him jumping off his roof with plastic wings on, KNOWING it was going to work. I'm going to fly! Such was his absolute confidence in himself. 

He and I and GC were so close then...surfing...the music, Louie E., the 40th Street guys, then we all grew apart. Life was so clean and simple back then. That smile, that laugh. We fought over Carol Rosenberg one day at 198. LOL. But were always buddies. God, he was such a happy kid...lady killer. I was shocked to hear about his death, and who else played Hendrix like Hendrix in the 70s..RIP buddy. 

I'm so sorry to hear he is gone. I could go on, but all I hear is a screaming guitar.

Dennis Murphy

Before I start I am truly sad today. I have been looking for John for years. What a way to find him! I met John back in 1972 working in Cedarhurst at Lawrence Shoe Center. We double dated the girls from the store. I played drums behind John and knew Louie E and had the pleasure to hear "P.V." sing. I had an office building studio in Rockville Center soundproofed with egg cartons. We had fun, we played great and now I realize we can only have memories. It was my quest to play with John again. John was the Jeff Beck, Beck should have been. We also had Peter Malick on Bass, another 
MIA from Hewlett 1973. Louie E, please contact me. 

Steve Sunshine
61jag@comcast.net

 
To my sweet brother Randy who died much too soon at age 37.  We all miss your beautiful eyes and sweet smile.  Anybody who really knew you loved you.  You left us in a hurry and never had time to say goodbye to anyone.  You continue to live on in the spirit of your wife, Abby and your magnificent children, Lindsay Ann and Dylan Parker.  Dylan is a "midget Randy" down to his eyes, looks and his compulsion with cars, telephones and music.

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you and miss you.

Your loving sister,

Barbara Zacharia, Class of 1962

 
With heavy heart, I announce the passing away of Rhea Jaeger Finkelstein, Class of 1954, on Monday, October 23, 2000.  Rhea was so instrumental in planning the Centennial Celebration, and in fact was responsible for the Journal.  Consolences to her husband, Howard, her sons, Bradley '80; Eric '83 and brother Edwin '58.

Barbara Zacharia, Class of 1962

Shock isn't the word for the feeling when I heard that Rhea had passed away.  She was always a great friend although we hadn't seen each other 
for many years.  I had the pleasure of introducing her to her husband, Howie, who went to CW Post with me and was my fraternity brother.  I also had the pleasure of being the best man at their wedding.  We lost contact after that and years later I received an invitation to her son's bar mitzvah, I called and asked when she and Howie had "adopted" a 13-year-old son.  The time had passed that quickly.  It was because of Rhea and her dear friend Carol Kahn that I became a journalist and spent my life in a field I have always loved.  It was Rhea's joy in writing and journalism that passed to me.  We also shared a love of politics and spent many campaigns working at the Rockaway regular Democratic Club.  Those who have inspired are never truly gone.

Bob Nesoff, Class of 1956

 

One of our classmates is not with us anymore. Michelle E. Ford, FRHS Class of 1987, passed away on June 25, 1999.  I received an e-mail from a friend of hers while on a trip to Seattle.  I spoke to her mother a few days before the funeral.  Tragically, Michelle battled with drug addiction for many years before her untimely death.

Michelle was a true child of Rockaway.  Born December 17, 1969, she obtained her Master's degree at Queens College and taught 2nd grade at Rockaway's P.S. 197.

Sidney D. Edwards
Sidwards@hotmail.com

TRIBUTE

To Michelle
By Carlos Colorado, F.R.H.S. Class of 1987
c_colorado@yahoo.com

The seagulls in the distance call your name
I strain my ear to hear their forlorn, wayward cries
And scan the winds to find
My memories of you

Of you, who hardly knew me
Hardly spoke to me at all
But now I long to tell you
Wait a minute
Wait a minute!

Wait a minute

Slow down
You lived too fast
Grew up too fast
Sometimes you moved too slow
For me to see how fast

And now the shock of life's collision with its end
Arrests me like a too stiff whiskey on a paltry
winter's night
You were meant to live forever
You were meant to shine forever
We were meant to be forever
Young

That, oh restless wind, you're bound to be
Confined to life's first memories
You cannot stray afar from the womb town
The eternal county of my dreams
Where death alone encounters death

"Sweets to the sweet: farewell!"  (Hamlet)

 
Very sadly, Keith actually took his own life sometime during his 2nd semester at New Paltz. He knew a lot of folks as they did he, and I felt so terrible not seeing an acknowledgement of his being gone. It's 27 years later so...rest in peace, my friend.

Michael Darby, Class of 1974

Whenever I hear Jackson Browne, I think of Keith. His laughter, irreverence and poetry are in my heart. I always wished that he had called and cried on my shoulder that day, instead I fear he fell into despair. I miss him now and always.

Lynn Sherman, Class of 1974

Keith and I were friends before and during high school.  He taught me how to play chess.  We lost touch when he went away to school. I was shocked when he killed himself.  Waste of a life.

Mark Coopersmith, Class of 1973

 
Dear Max, your name needs to be honored, as I and many who knew you cherished the person you were. So sad to hear of your passing. Remember u always as my friend & classmate. Know you are an angel in heaven. 

Love ya, 

Lizzie

Maxine was more than just a special person; after marrying my cousin Ronnie, she became my cousin!  We shared a very special relationship which spanned over 26 years.  She was at my Sweet 16 (1969), my wedding (1972) and the birth of both of my children (1975 & 1978).  Until her death we spoke (long distance) several times a week every week.  I miss her and the sound of her voice very much. 

Deborah Kapp

How can you describe one of your best friends in high school?   Maxine and I were so close that when she had her "nose job" I went with her to Dr. Silver's office for a consultation.  One lady in the waiting room pointed to me and told her teenage daughter that when MY swelling went down I would have a very nice nose.   Needless to say at that very moment I too wanted a nose job to fix my "swelling." 

Max and I had many adventures together, like the time we climbed out her living room window after we told her parents we were going to bed and walked down Central Avenue to look for boys, or the time we cut school and went to Linda Silverman's house where we sat on chaises, used sun visors and put on baby oil with iodine and sat out on Linda's deck all day, ending up with burns all over our faces.   Actually, my best memory is getting bus sick on Maxine on a Brownie troop bus ride.  Her mother just kept yelling at me that I ruined Maxine's coat, but she and I just kept laughing the whole time. 

So many years have passed since then; my life has surely taken many turns but the memory of a dear friend will always be with me and I shall tell my grandchildren about all their nana's escapades in a very wonderful place called Far Rockaway and especially about the dear friends I miss. 

Helaine Levine Feldman

 
We were true friends. Growing up on the "block" together and getting into mischief with Dennis, Larry and Tommy. We called ourselves the "Little People". Frank decided to shed his nickname of Franny in his 20s.  He wanted to be called Buster in his later years. After I moved to California in 78, he always made himself available whenever I visited. He was always there if you needed a hand. I miss him! 

Bob Schulken, Class of 1964

I met Franny Haas (he preferred Frank) at 12 or 13; he was a year older and seemed even older than that. I don't know how he was tagged with the name he didn't like. He was quiet, but daring. Smoking and petty larceny were part of his mystique. Though we both attended FRHS, our world together traveled along Brunswick Ave. From the Schulken's house at the dead end, five blocks or so to Larry Sirica's at the the east end that boardering upon the strange land of Inwood and Nassau County. We were guilty of the ususal passionate teenage troubles and had moments of breathless soladirity. But, as way leads on to way, we faded from each other lives. When meeting an acquaintance from the old neighborhood I would ask what was known about whomever. And, so, I learned some time ago that Franny had died. My acquaintance knew no details. When I surfed upon the FRHS website and saw Bobby Schulken's rememberance of Franny, I was brought back to my time along Brunswick Ave. Some people you just miss and Franny is one of them. 

Jim McDonald 

 
Where do I begin?  We go all the way back to elementary school, Girl Scouts and were separated at high school. I always wanted to be the artist you were.  You could draw a perfect James Taylor with your eyes closed. And then time came between us. Too much time, then you were stricken with cancer and fought a good fight, then you were gone.  I never got to say goodbye my friend, or how much I enjoyed our camping trip and friendship. My grandfather always taught me never to say goodbye, always say so long. So, so long my friend, may your spirit live forever.

Your friend, 

Lori (greenie)

 
Sheila Pollack, class of 1955, passed on 9/17/93 of diabetes and heart failure.  She moved from Arverne to Belle Harbor and then to Oceanside, CA.  In 1990 she joined her sister Merle in Davie, FL, where she lived until her passing. Merle can be reached at email: rockawayflower@954access.net

 
He never fully recovered from his tour of duty in Vietnam. John died of pnuemonia in 1999 and is surely missed.

David Abelson, Class of 1967

I met John Sexton in 1960, when my parents rented the first floor apartment in the two family house his parents owned and lived in on B. 22nd St. Even though he was 7 years older, he treated me like his brother. I remember the wild rides in his Triumph as well as his always calling his sister Pat "Pit."  He was at that time the definition of the word "cool." When he left for Vietnam, he told me "I'll come back soon, you will see." He did return safely, at least in body; his spirit was never the same. Whatever he experienced there changed him forever. After my parents bought their own house and moved the family out, I lost touch with my "older brother." It wasn't until I read of his death here that all the old memories came rushing back. I will cherish those memories forever. 

Rest In Peace, John; your torment is over. I will never forget you. 

Randy Roussine, Class of 1973

 
Howard Gooss & Joel Dratler Class of '60, were good friends in JHS 198 Queens, I was deeply saddened to hear of their untimely end. I know that they are there together, joking with each other!

George Kyriacou, Class of 1960

 
Kenny Winnick, friend, brother, son, husband, father, died July of 1990 in California.  He is missed by all. 

His brother, Gary Winnick of Syosset, NY, told me about Kenny's passing when I called him. It taught me not to wait years before you decide to look up an old friend and neighbor. It's too late for me, unfortunately.

Lucy Werner Flatow, Class of 1959

 
April 17, 1930 - Jan. 4, 1988 

Husband of Sondra Feinberg Alpert

 
My brother Neal Hochheiser passed away on August 31 at the age of 53.  He was so very special and his time so very short.  He leaves behind a legacy of a gentle soul and ever so smart. His son Byron, age 13, was the light of his life. He was the COO for the Town of Medley, Florida for 25 years.  He was also the President of a family-owned CPA firm.  He was well loved by his sister Fran and brother Marty and the community he lived and worked in. We will always miss his presence.

Francine Pierce Jackson

 
Alan was my first friend when our family moved to Rockaway from Brooklyn.  He made me feel so comfortable and "part of the crowd" immediately. I will always cherish his wonderful memory and forever be grateful for having shared some wonderful times with him.

Rest peacefully, Alan.

Jackie Chadi (Mesh)

I walked with Alan on the beach the day before he died. He talked about his bright future...college, his engagement...all happy plans until his senseless accident.

I often think of his kindness and sensitivity-he was wise beyond his years.

It seemed that all of Rockaway turned out for his funeral.  He was a well loved guy in his too short life.

Robin Nedboy

 
According to her sister, Micki Fuller (Class of '56), Sally passed away in September of 1990.  She had 2 daughters and one of her granddaughters was named in her loving memory. 

Ellen Smith Hansen
Class of 1963

 
Roberta was my friend at 198, FRHS; we roomed together for a time, when I was at CCNY.  She taught me so many wonderful things about friendship and love.  She had a challenging life 
but ALWAYS had an optimistic view of the possibilities.  We grew apart over the past ten or fifteen years but somehow stayed in touch.  We shared the important landmarks of life; our weddings, I photographed her beautiful daughter, Erica being born. She lived with me for a time in Los Angeles. 

I always will love and be grateful to her. Unfortunately, I never got the last chance to tell her that.  So, Im sharing this with you.

Betty Pollock (Ehrlich) 1971 

 
My brother Ted was also a graduate of NYU and Chicago Medical School.  He practiced orthopedics in the Five Towns and was married to the former Judy Rivkin of Far Rockaway.

Ted was a wonderful brother--I will miss him

Seth Feldman 1950

 
This is dedicated to the memory of my late father, Edwin Jaeger, Class of 1958.  He was a good man. 

Michelle I. Jaeger

 
Carla and I became friends when we were 10 years old and stayed friends until high school.  We drifted apart due to many things and I had heard she moved to Florida.  I had no idea she was gone.  She was an independent and free spirit before that became popular.  She was fun to be with and always had an opinion about everything!  I'll miss you, Carla....

Nadine Kaplan Parker
Class of 1965

 
My high school friend Gustavo Joglar, died on June 24, 1990 and by coincidence or fate, I found out of this death on his anniversary. I had not seen Gus since graduation, but he was a very important part of those years. I never told him he was important to me. I have so many memories of Gus and me together that I can write a book. The most memorable and the one which is most vivid in my mind even after 22 years is when he and I went to the Metropolitan Museum; actually how I made us get lost. I told him I knew how to get the museum although I only had a vague idea. I knew it was near the park but we ended up at the Natural Museum. 

He was furious with me.  We were about 16 or 17 years old. I had been to the city, but never that far up. I had to ask for directions, and he did not want to ask anyone. We tried to get the bus that passes thru the park but somehow we missed it. So we walked across the park and he was fuming. I can still see his face. But I got him to the Metroplitan. I do not remember how we got home. He spoke to me even though I got him lost. He was that way, very good natured. If it had been me, I would have not forgiven him so quickly, but that was the way Gus was. We also had EMT, Art and English classes and we just bumped into each other over the years in different classes. I also remember walking home.  He would turn left toward his house and I would continue straight to mine. He wrote the following in my yearbook:"Always remember the time we got lost on the on the way to the museum, good luck and best wishes, Gus."

I will miss never having that chat I had envisioned in my mind for so long. You are remembered with great love, Gus. May you rest in peace, dear Gus. 

His brother Manuel would like people to remember his older brother this way, "Through all the obstacles he had to overcome throughout his life there was always one constant...Gus was always Gus."

Ingrid Hahn, Class of 1979