Glen Rock Gazette from Glen Rock, New Jersey • A16

Ridgewood Flynn PROGRAMS December 7 February 3, 2003 Session Day Off Day Camp Family Programs ParentChild Classes Senior Fitness Strength Training Support Groups Swim Lessons Teen Programs Water Exercise Youth Sports Ys Way Fitness more! Registration begins for the December 30, 2002 We kiltl hittiii kid, lrw Foilin. I uhie A Call that someday in the not too distant future, the experiences would come in handy when I became a radioman aboard ship during World War II. But most of all, I remember the music box. I don't know what it was ever doing up there in the attic. Later it was moved down to a more fitting place in a hall closet.

It had probably been discarded when RCA Victor came alone with its more modern 78 rpm record players. It was enclosed in a beautiful mahogany box and there was a pile of metal records alongside it and when you wound it up, little prongs would pick out metallic sounding renditions of songs like "Beautiful Dreamer" and "Oh, Tannen-baum." My sister, I believe, has it now and I wonder if she ever plays it? I'll have to ask her sometime. If I empty my mind like some Zen master during meditation, an impossible task for me, I can almost hear it now but the music is muted and other thoughts intrude and I find myself wondering who cleaned the gutters for mom and dad when they were old and lived all by themselves in that house where I grew up. Now I no longer just feel apprehensive. I feel guilty, too.

busted women in billowing skirts and waists pulled tight like the middle of an hour glass. They didn't look like anyone I had ever known and as a child, I wasn't curious enough to ask who they were. I wish I had. I also wish I had the photos now because they were, I suppose, my own relatives; great-grandparents and aunts and uncles who had stayed behind in Europe. I always figured that the chest probably belonged to my grandfather Herring who had run away from home in Germany to become a stoker aboard a coal burning freighter in those days when ships were still made of wood and men of iron.

Mom, I think, once told me that he was the only boy among six sisters. No wonder he ran away. Then there were all those cardboard boxes to explore, stacked one on top of another, some over-flowing with old books, others with outmoded household utensils: a wire contraption that was used to make toast over an open gas flame, a curling iron that I had remembered seeing mom heat and then use to twirl her hair. Our old Atwater Kent the family's first radio also ended up in that attic and eventually I cannibalized it for parts to make my own set, never realizing for FREE Brochure! 201-444-5600 Ext. 338 Ridgewood YMCA 112 Oak Street No one is denied participation because of financial need.

Visit our website: www.ridgewoodymca.org CONTINUED FROM PAGE 12 Virginia, and the smallest one for me were on the second floor. A folding stairway came down from a tiny closet in my parent's bedroom and, like a secret passageway, it led to the attic above. It was particularly exciting up there on a rainy day. Sometimes, however, it could be a bit spooky for a small boy with a vivid imagination, particularly during a thunderstorm. There was only one light bulb dangling from the ceiling and since you couldn't turn it on from downstairs you had to grope your way up the stairway in the near pitch darkness of a dreary afternoon.

Then, when you'd pull the cord, the bulb would sway back and forth and a dressmaker's form that stood on the dusty floor would project its moving shadow on the rafters in a ghostly dance. That attic with its front dormer window looking out toward the sky became whatever I wanted it to become: a rocket ship on the way to a distant planet or a Yankee Clipper on its way to China. There was, I recall, an old chest up there filled with discarded clothes, important looking papers, and browning, tintype photographs of men with bristly mustaches curled at the ends and wide Wunder CONTINUED FROM PAGE 15 be useful, it is to be honorable, it is to be compassionate, it is to matter. To have made some difference that you lived at all. For Children: Your parents are responsible for giving you a roof over your head, food on the table, clothes on your body and love; but they are not responsible for making you happy.

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201-4451060 I RRITE'SMILE 1 The Ridgewood Chamber of Commerce cordially invites you to The 17th Annual Downtown for the Holidays "Share the Experience" good women may we know them, may we be them and may we raise them. Go girls! SUBMITTED BY JEAN BAKER WUNDER THES.O.U.R.C.E. Main Stage Entertainment 1 pm Video Sponsor Recognitions on Big Screen at the Tree pm Opening Ceremonies and Musical Extravaganza Tree Lighting 7:45 pm Merchant Open Houses and Street Entertainment i i 7' 1 1 1 1 1 pm visit Santa nis Holiday irain, courtesy or tne Kiagewooa iNews Please join the Ridgewood Chamber of Commerce as we welcome the holiday season to Ridgewood. We also extend special wishes to those celebrating Hanukkah! Paid for by Ridgewood Chamber of Commerce members For Chamber Information call 201-445-2600 FAX 201-251-1958 e-mail reofe07450hotmail.com II The If ldgewood i Chamber I Commerce If E-mail the Editor glenrock northj ersey.com.