Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Or you have probably been there if you have taken the LIE to Midtown as it cuts right through Maspeth
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Or you have probably been there if you have taken the LIE to Midtown as it cuts right through Maspeth
I grew up in area. I'm in Ridgewood and Bushwick a few times a week and drive through Maspeth on my way to and from the city. My Dad also lived there for the last 20 years of his life. I know Maspeth quite well. In fact, watching Son of Sam right now and recall that summer dating one of the bartender's from Wally's on Grand ave, who lived down in your part of Maspeth. You're probably way to young to remember Wally's. It was a hairy time in NYC
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Or you have probably been there if you have taken the LIE to Midtown as it cuts right through Maspeth
I grew up in area. I'm in Ridgewood and Bushwick a few times a week and drive through Maspeth on my way to and from the city. My Dad also lived there for the last 20 years of his life. I know Maspeth quite well. In fact, watching Son of Sam right now and recall that summer dating one of the bartender's from Wally's on Grand ave, who lived down in your part of Maspeth. You're probably way to young to remember Wally's. It was a hairy time in NYC
I was about 13-14 years old during the Son of Sam year. So I was a little young for the bar scene then. Where was Wallys? I remember the young couple got shot in the car in Forest Hills not far from Midway movie theater. My mother is in her late 70's but still lives in Maspeth. Like everything it has changed. The bowling alley not far from the Elmhurst Tanks. Both gone.
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Or you have probably been there if you have taken the LIE to Midtown as it cuts right through Maspeth
I grew up in area. I'm in Ridgewood and Bushwick a few times a week and drive through Maspeth on my way to and from the city. My Dad also lived there for the last 20 years of his life. I know Maspeth quite well. In fact, watching Son of Sam right now and recall that summer dating one of the bartender's from Wally's on Grand ave, who lived down in your part of Maspeth. You're probably way to young to remember Wally's. It was a hairy time in NYC
I was about 13-14 years old during the Son of Sam year. So I was a little young for the bar scene then. Where was Wallys? I remember the young couple got shot in the car in Forest Hills not far from Midway movie theater. My mother is in her late 70's but still lives in Maspeth. Like everything it has changed. The bowling alley not far from the Elmhurst Tanks. Both gone.
Wally's was on the corner where Grand Ave splits off to the right as you head towards Brooklyn. About 2 blocks before Fresh Pond Road. There was a Carvel right next to it. Lots of great memories of that place, all the local rock bands played there. White Lie, Alexis, etc. Wally had his teenage daughters and all their friends working there as bartenders. They were all like 16/17 years old and gorgeous. Still amazed that I hooked up with one of them. Just glad we survived that summer. haha.
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Or you have probably been there if you have taken the LIE to Midtown as it cuts right through Maspeth
I grew up in area. I'm in Ridgewood and Bushwick a few times a week and drive through Maspeth on my way to and from the city. My Dad also lived there for the last 20 years of his life. I know Maspeth quite well. In fact, watching Son of Sam right now and recall that summer dating one of the bartender's from Wally's on Grand ave, who lived down in your part of Maspeth. You're probably way to young to remember Wally's. It was a hairy time in NYC
I was about 13-14 years old during the Son of Sam year. So I was a little young for the bar scene then. Where was Wallys? I remember the young couple got shot in the car in Forest Hills not far from Midway movie theater. My mother is in her late 70's but still lives in Maspeth. Like everything it has changed. The bowling alley not far from the Elmhurst Tanks. Both gone.
Wally's was on the corner where Grand Ave splits off to the right as you head towards Brooklyn. About 2 blocks before Fresh Pond Road. There was a Carvel right next to it. Lots of great memories of that place, all the local rock bands played there. White Lie, Alexis, etc. Wally had his teenage daughters and all their friends working there as bartenders. They were all like 16/17 years old and gorgeous. Still amazed that I hooked up with one of them. Just glad we survived that summer. haha.
Know exactly where you mentioned. The Carvel provided every family ice cream cake until we were 21. Nice that you hooked up that summer! Hey, they were 16 and 17 and working as bartenders. Today that probably wouldn't fly. A group of ours use to play football on a Saturday afternoon and hit a dive bar down there called Fiddlers. I was about 15/16 years old, was a big kid. Anyway, most of my friends were a couple years older. As long as you didn't act up no one id'd you. Many pitchers of beer consumed and friendships made. That probably doesn't happen today with all the laws being much tougher.
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Or you have probably been there if you have taken the LIE to Midtown as it cuts right through Maspeth
I grew up in area. I'm in Ridgewood and Bushwick a few times a week and drive through Maspeth on my way to and from the city. My Dad also lived there for the last 20 years of his life. I know Maspeth quite well. In fact, watching Son of Sam right now and recall that summer dating one of the bartender's from Wally's on Grand ave, who lived down in your part of Maspeth. You're probably way to young to remember Wally's. It was a hairy time in NYC
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Or you have probably been there if you have taken the LIE to Midtown as it cuts right through Maspeth
I grew up in area. I'm in Ridgewood and Bushwick a few times a week and drive through Maspeth on my way to and from the city. My Dad also lived there for the last 20 years of his life. I know Maspeth quite well. In fact, watching Son of Sam right now and recall that summer dating one of the bartender's from Wally's on Grand ave, who lived down in your part of Maspeth. You're probably way to young to remember Wally's. It was a hairy time in NYC
Wonder if the Maspeth movie is still there. Played baseball at Maurice Park in the Polock Alley area. I'm sure these have all changed. Have to go back to the old neighborhood for the last time on my next visit to N.Y.
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Actually Monte I lived closer to St. Adleberts then St.Stans I grew up on 73rd street, not far from the gas tanks. Because I lived a mile away from school I received free bus transportation. Most of the time my brother and I would walk to school. Do you remember Ascension parish near Queens Blvd ? Played basketball there with their glass backboards. Had Spartan Restaurant on Grand Avenue sponsor our Queens Alliance team after the college season. Memories!
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Actually Monte I lived closer to St. Adleberts then St.Stans I grew up on 73rd street, not far from the gas tanks. Because I lived a mile away from school I received free bus transportation. Most of the time my brother and I would walk to school. Do you remember Ascension parish near Queens Blvd ? Played basketball there with their glass backboards. Had Spartan Restaurant on Grand Avenue sponsor our Queens Alliance team after the college season. Memories!
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Or you have probably been there if you have taken the LIE to Midtown as it cuts right through Maspeth
I grew up in area. I'm in Ridgewood and Bushwick a few times a week and drive through Maspeth on my way to and from the city. My Dad also lived there for the last 20 years of his life. I know Maspeth quite well. In fact, watching Son of Sam right now and recall that summer dating one of the bartender's from Wally's on Grand ave, who lived down in your part of Maspeth. You're probably way to young to remember Wally's. It was a hairy time in NYC
Wonder if the Maspeth movie is still there. Played baseball at Maurice Park in the Polock Alley area. I'm sure these have all changed. Have to go back to the old neighborhood for the last time on my next visit to N.Y.
Jack, Maspeth Movie is long gone. First it became a bingo hall. Now I don't know what it is but it is just a row of storefronts. In another post you mentioned Spartans. Spartans was actually used as a filming location for Goodfellas. The name Spartan was not used but they do a shot outside of the restaurant and it says something like Queens 1972. They use the inside area as where they whack Billy Bats after he calls the Pesci character a shoeshine boy. Spartans is gone now as well.
Growing up in Maspeth, Queens I attended St. Stanislaw Elementary. I can't think of a decent St.Joseph nun in my 8 years there. They were old and frustrated, disliking boys and favoring females. Can't ever forget the day my eight grade teacher, Sister Albertina a 6' 2' monster, was asking each row catechism questions. After questioning seven rows she tells my last row if we don't answer correctly she will whack the hell out of us. Here I was prepared but shi...... in my pants .All these nuns should have been put out to pasture. Recently I received a request for donations to the St.Joseph's Retirement Fund. I'll leave it to you to figure how much I sent them. Thank God for the Marist Brothers in high school.
Another unbelievable story while I'm at it. My seventh grade weird teacher, Sister Stephanis would hold Variety Shows on Friday. As she called on one of my friends to be emcee I got his attention telling him I would give him five comic books not to have me perform in front of the class. Everything was going fine until he calls on Frank, a slow, quiet kid sitting in front of me. As expected Frank stands silently. Dumb Sister S.tells me to help Frank, so I start singing, Take me out to the ball game ....and of course Frank remains silent. Now dumb ass comes to me and insist I sing Oh Beautiful ........pinching my cheek and slapping my face after every word. To top this idiot's mentality she informs me I would not receive any hard Christmas candy at the after school Christmas party. And you wonder why I didn't donate?..
LoL Jack. I also grew up in Maspeth, Queens but on the other end right off Grand Avenue. I actually went to St. Adalbert's in Elmhurst. The Sisters of the Holy Family of Nazareth weren't much different. Funny its a small world.
Most people don't realize how large Maspeth is.
Or you have probably been there if you have taken the LIE to Midtown as it cuts right through Maspeth
I grew up in area. I'm in Ridgewood and Bushwick a few times a week and drive through Maspeth on my way to and from the city. My Dad also lived there for the last 20 years of his life. I know Maspeth quite well. In fact, watching Son of Sam right now and recall that summer dating one of the bartender's from Wally's on Grand ave, who lived down in your part of Maspeth. You're probably way to young to remember Wally's. It was a hairy time in NYC
Wonder if the Maspeth movie is still there. Played baseball at Maurice Park in the Polock Alley area. I'm sure these have all changed. Have to go back to the old neighborhood for the last time on my next visit to N.Y.
Jack, Maspeth Movie is long gone. First it became a bingo hall. Now I don't know what it is but it is just a row of storefronts. In another post you mentioned Spartans. Spartans was actually used as a filming location for Goodfellas. The name Spartan was not used but they do a shot outside of the restaurant and it says something like Queens 1972. They use the inside area as where they whack Billy Bats after he calls the Pesci character a shoeshine boy. Spartans is gone now as well.
Thanks for the info about Goodfellows. Peter Chahales was the owner of Spartan Restaurant and provided us with league and umpire fees. Was fortunate to receive Johnstown, PA minor league uniforms from the head N.Y. Giant baseball scout, Gene Bonnebeau. They actually looked like todays uniforms with dark tops and large numbers, unusual at the time since most were just white and grey. BTW, Mr. Bonnebeau was one of the nicest gentleman around baseball.