The Westinghouse Factory in 2011.
Fredrica Bey writes:
“I grew up here on Morris Avenue. We lived in a cold water tenement flat, with my mother from the Carolinas, my five siblings, and my adoptive father Mr. Chow from China. That tenement was demolished years ago. I was baptized at Gethsemane and remember the classic cars on our street. Later, I discovered the Nation of Islam and father Elijah Mohammed. I haven’t turned back since.”
Juno Sweeney writes:
“Do you have any images of 52 Wallace Street before the coming of the UMDNJ campus?”
Dan O’Flaherty writes:
“There’s a guy named Jack Cashill who lived at 29 Myrtle as a kid in the 50s, right across Pig Tail Alley from me, and he says we hung out together. (We lived at 62 Roseville.) I believe him because he was older and we moved when I was 7, but he remembers things and people that jibe with my hazy memories. Like how I got a 6-inch scar on my left arm.”
J Muse (Anne’s Grandbaby) writes:
“Across from Ann’s beauty parlor. I learned how to do a roller set…”
Dee Kirk writes:
“I grew up one block from here on Stone Street in the 1940s, in a building that looked just like the ones here. My Italian mother worked on a sewing machine in a sweatshop. We lived in a long and narrow tenement. The innermost rooms had no natural light. But there were so many other children like me on the street. On Sundays, the Catholic nuns from St. Lucy’s would walk down the street ringing bells and calling all of us children to Sunday school. In the 1950s, all of Little Italy and my childhood home in Newark was demolished.”
Dan O’Flaherty writes:
“Yes, the Masonic Temple was across the street from my childhood home on the 3rd floor of 62 Roseville Avenue. It was beautiful (and huge, like everything else on Roseville Avenue to me). I remember looking out the 3rd floor window at the blue globes with the stars on them. I never saw anything going on there, though.”
Dan O’Flaherty writes:
“I grew up in this house. Wow. Thank you. It’s so small! Dr Samuel Fortunato owned the building and used the first floor for his practice. Very convenient for me. I don’t remember a sign, but I would imagine he did. This suggests that by 1962 he had stopped practicing there.”
Jane Davis writes:
”The beautiful Weequahic section I lived in was murdered by politicians and the real estate industry as their answer to the Black migration. (My parents came to Newark from Georgia in the late 1940s.) My family’s home — 141 Watson Ave. — was the last house torn down on that street to make way for the highway. Such a travesty. [….] It’s amazing how the Newark that was — and thus how/why it was dismantled — nowadays is unknown to… most people. And Blacks often get blamed for driving the city into the ground–for the historically ignorant, the myth/slander/libel of ‘there goes the neighborhood’ really took hold. In any case, Newark still means so much to me and is most certainly my ‘home.’
”In any case, I just wanted to say that the part of the website that has ‘before and after’ photos showing what had been in contrast to the emptiness of the highway is SO amazingly meaningful and essential — at last, I can SEE the houses, stores, etc., that made up my home but that have been erased for decades now. So, though there is much more to say about Newark, I just want to say a huge thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
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