WEST ISLAND IS BURNING: CARBERY O'SHEA REMEMBERS THE GREAT WEST FIRE ISLAND FIRE OF 1956 AND HOW THE ALAMO STOOD AS A REMINDER UNTIL IT CRUMBLED

The Great West Island Fire: Saltairians to the Rescue by Carbery O’Shea JR.

First published here Nov. 29, 2008

After Labor Day in1956, most Saltaire families had gone back to the mainland for school, but a few village families remained including the O’Shea family. We had a later start at the Montclair schools ad our family extended the summer vacation as long as we could stay.

That September evening around 7 pm, shortly before sunset, a house on West Island erupted in flames. I was out on the sand in front of our bay front home. Suddenly the sky blackened quickly with smoke and flames shot high, soon engulfing the surrounding area of reeds and several smaller buildings.

A crowd of people gathered along the bay front, among them the O’Hare kids from up on Neptune. My feelings of helplessness and powerlessness gave way to masculine urges to do something. Several Saltaire teenagers felt similarly, including Mike Fitzgerald, who got the bright idea to commandeer Chuck Foster’s scow from Clam Cove which was the only boat available in the village. We rounded up some other men from around the village who met us at the dock, including Oliver Hull, who, as I recall, later became the Fire Chief.

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This assemblage of men met with their shovels and each also had two buckets. By this time, it was dark and several other houses were engulfed in flames and the night sky was lit up. Our adrenaline levels were high. We were about to have our masculinity tested!

As we motored over to the dock to meet the fire crew, we were met at the dock by a formidable force. Our mothers were there banning all of us under 18 from fighting the fire. Our hopes of becoming Saltaire heroes faded into the night along with the hopes of being a real fire fighter. Those volunteers left without us disappointed teenagers to spend the night shoving sand and poring buckets of sand on the reed fires, It was later thought that the fire had been caused by a generator.

My dream to become a firefighter at age 15 with the opportunity to prove my virility and masculinity got squelched that night. But the memory of that fire that lit up the night sky remains emboldened in my mind this many years later,

The names of the men who fought that fire have faded over 50 years,, As far as I know, there has never been a record of that fire in the Fire Island News or mention of it in the Long Island daily papers telling of the heroic roles of the boys and men that year who rallied to the mutual assistance of West Islanders.

I found other fires on Fire Island to fight.: the Lionel Inn in Kismet and also at the Wiedhof house on Baby Prom in Saltaire. This was back in the days when all volunteers were able-bodied mean and boys without much training. All we had was a rusty old model A fire engine and some hose carts stored in fire sheds around the village, None of that equipment would have done any good in the West island fire.

Fire fighting at that time evidenced the community spirit, willingness to serve and the unselfishness of the Saltairians that night. It still represents one of Saltaire’s finest hours in my mind.

There have, I have heard, been other West Island fires, and lore around them included the Fire Islander ferried over men and buckets, shovels. That may been another time. Those were the days. May they live forever.

As visible from Saltaire, my sister Patsy remembers that the West Island fire burned for 3 days and nights, lighting up the sky in a chain of flames shooting up the whole length of the island. She herself, had no desire whatsoever to fight the fire., just to witness it and appreciate its beauty and the reflections of light on the waters of the Great South Bay.

A couple of years later, she sailed over there, anchored the CC and waded through the bottom muck to the island. She explored the charred remains of the burned houses, located fairly sparsely among the undergrowth of West Island as this island had never been very populated. She was surprised how “deep” the island was. That is to say, the dimension of the island not viewed from Saltaire. A couple of year after that she swam over to West Island with a friend accompanying her in a rowboat nearby, but they weren’t dressed for exploration, so they returned to Saltaire.

One of the burned houses on West Island was on the south side, midway down, facing Saltaire. The O’Sheas named it “the Alamo ” because of its white color and shape. Patsy watched it slowly fall into total ruins over these 50 years and now it’s just about invisible, The last visual remnant of that great fire from the perspective of an onlooker at Saltaire is gone. The sands of time take all memory of events away, not only from our minds, but from the land itself. Now nature has reclaimed the island almost totally and many birds make it their home.

Carbery O'Shea Jr

CARBERY O'SHEA JR. IN 1957

ONE OF UNCLE PETE'S BEST COUNSELORS

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Ed. Note: That fire forever left vivid images in the memories of those who saw that fire that night. Now Carbery O'Shea has turned it into a classic for all to remember

Thanx, Carb. Your contribution of this story is a breath of fresh air that we need to keep this blog alive. We editors can not do it without you readers and contributors.

Gentle breath of yours my sails must fill
Or else my project fails,
Which was to please.

Prospero, --The Tempest

Thanx Carb

Jim OHare
George Fontanals

Co Editors
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JOH said...

CARB,YOU ARE RIGHT, THE O'HARES WERE THERE THAT NIGHT. I DIDN'T RECALL IT WAS AFTER LABOR DAY.

I ALSO REMEMBER SEEING CARBERY SHOVEL IN HAND, OVER AT THE LIONEL WHEN IT BURNED DOWN IN JUNE, 1961.

AND WE ALL LOVED HECKUVA JOB OLIVER HULL

November 29, 2008 9:34 PM

LIZ KELLY chimes in from Vietnam where she is traveling:

I remember sailing over to W. Island with my father in our sunfish and always using "the alamo" as a destination. We'd pull up there, examine how much more erosion since the last summer...then go "deep" into the island and pick wild blackberries for Bisquick shortcake and hand whipped cream back in saltaire that night. This would be an all day affair as my father's approach to rigging a sunfish was itself a 3 hour ordeal. THis summer (2008) I kayaked over and explored the teeny bits left of the alamo. I grabbed a bit of brick from there and imprinted on it is part of the word "fire." Thanks for the historical context everyone.

ELIZ KELLY

Eliz Kelly pix by Perlberger

Before the Flood: Broadway Postcard and the Casino And the Old Original Saltaire Dock

Originally  posted July 4, 2008

Above Excerpt from Saltaire Brochure from mid 1930's text courtesy Larry Lynch

Post card showing original dock, Casino and Yacht Club

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Jon Lyon chimes in about the white lines on Broadway:

"Someone brought up an interesting observation on the white line boardwalk borders What was the state of street lamps at this time? If low wattage electrical, or dare I say, gaslight, the borders may have served an additional sightline purpose (beyond assisting the expected sway-walkers of your common nighttime Saltarian).

-Jon Lyon

Hugh O'Brien responds:

" I did notice, without commenting upon, the apparent absence of street lamps, and certainly electric poles, in that shot. Clearly this was pre-electricity, which came in in 1937 (with typical Saltaire timing), and if Harry Sr. is right about the prospect and no St. Andrew’s, then this would have been no later than 1920...which I think pre-dates most public lighting, or at least widespread lighting. That might have made the white lines that much more imperative. If only we could enlarge the photo sufficiently and zoom in to see if we could pick up any Harding-for-President buttons on the denizens’ pantaloons.Think of all the old summertime jobs no longer available in Saltaire...gas lamp lighter...line painter...telegrapher...telegram delivery boy...ice man...Casino shuffler...dune leveler...hurricane debunker...fire gong warden...rum runner, obviously...

-- Hugh O'Brien

Meanwhile, Jeff Weinlandt seemed a little peeved that Hugh is talking about "telegraph delivery boy" as if it were a part of ancient history. Not so, sez Jeff:

Jeff W: "And to think I was once paid by the Saltaire Postmistress 15 cents for each telegram I used to deliver from the Post Office...I was about 12 years old...and 90% of the telegrams went to Frank White's house...I guess Hugh was too young to realize that telegrams were still common in the late 1950's..."

Jeff Weinlandt

 A SALTAIRE CHRISTMAS STORY

 

 A Saltaire story from Frank McManus is that one Christmas Eve he was alone in his apartment, sitting on a stool at his small bar, with the TV set on channel 2, when they started showing A Christmas Carols.  Frank tried to to stand up to go over and change the channel when his back suddenly went out and he was frozen in place on the stool for the entire night.  He said he couldn't move but kept dozing off, and every time he woke up there was A Christmas Carol on, over and over again.  His back spasm ended after dawn but he'd spent the entire night imprisoned between the bar and Alistair Sim, and swore he'd never watch the movie again.   

Buying Fish in Saltaire in the 1950's

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Capt. Baldwin, 1949, photo by Bill Weinlandt
Courtesy and copyright Bill J. Weinlandt 2008


If you wanted to buy fish you went down to the dock or over to the cove (were there was a path beaten through the rushes) to buy your fish from the hermit Captain Baldwin.





But woe to those who invaded his turf selling fish. See notes by Cosmo and FOSSIL here http://saltaire38.blogspot.com/search?q=baldwin as to what happened to Capt. Murdock.


(ed note: originally posted may 19, 2008)1/11/09

THE SALTAIRE POLIO EPIDEMIC OF 1954 IN MAYOR LUDLOW'S OWN WORDS

2025 UPDATE

I DECIDED TO RE-POST THESE NEXT THREE STORIES BECAUSE OF SOME RECENT  SENTIMENT OUT THERE THAT POLIO VACCINES MIGHT BE OPTIONAL

Here is the speech that Saltaire's Mayor John Ludlow gave in the Fall of 1954 after Saltaire had its own polio epidemic.  I remember it well.

Think about it. 

JO'H

January 2025 

Editor’s note: the following is the complete text (in three parts) of a speech given by Mayor John Ludlow in the Autumn of 1954  to a civic group about the Polio epidemic of 1954 from his viewpoint as Mayor. This may be the only extensive contemporary account of one of the most significant events in Saltaire history, one that shaped a whole generation. The only editing is the headings, which we have added, the fact that we are breaking the speech into three parts. It was delivered as one speech. For notes on the provenance of the manuscript, click on the “Comments” section at the bottom of the post.
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Part 1: “ Are the Polio Rumors True?”

By Mayor John Ludlow:

It is very nice to be with you tonight.

Mr.Werle, who, by the way is probably the smartest arbitrageur on the New York Stock Exchange, paid me a great complement by inviting me to speak here.

There is a word in our own language that I think has not been given due importance. The word is "sociability," which I'll take the liberty of terming "vocal, hospitable, friendliness." You must have much of it in this association or you would not be the success that you are. Sociability is friendliness of by word as well as by deed: it is when you enjoy having people in for supper equally as having supper at their house; when during a walk around the block you meet and have a friendly greeting from eight or ten people.

Such is the type of life that we have at Saltaire. We are a small incorporated village of one hundred and ten cottages, a part of the Town of Islip, to whom we contribute taxes yearly. We have our excellent water system, we have trash and garbage collection three times a week, we have a post office during the summer, we have a Yacht Club to which almost everybody belongs and which is the social center of the community. We have wide boardwalks and we have one of the finest bathing beaches in the world. Mothers let their children play without close supervision -- -- no child has ever drowned at Saltaire. We have a Director of Recreation with three assistants and a life guard. We have two large well equipped playgrounds and supervised classes with a membership of about one hundred children. And we have no public bars.

Into this Paradise for children came to the tragic disease of polio.

Upon my arrival at Saltaire on Friday night, August 6, women asked me "are the polio rumors true?"

I checked immediately with our Village doctor. He had treated no polio in the week he had been at Saltaire, but had been told that three and possibly four persons, one adult of 28 and three children had been found to have polio upon examination after their departure from Saltaire.

The symptoms of polio, according to our doctor, are a sore throat and a muscle pains, especially in the neck, sometimes accompanied by nausea. When the neck becomes practically rigid it is almost a sure sign of polio. However, no actual confirmation is possible without a spinal tap, and this must be done at a hospital. As the hospitals do not advise us, it is easy to see why we were not accurately informed at once.

At any event, the as the Mayor of Saltaire, the responsibility was mine.

A party at the Yacht Club was being held. I took the doctor there and explained to the people that I had just learned of the development of polio in several people who had left the island. I stated there would be no recreation classes for two weeks and no congregation of children would be allowed. I had the doctor tell the people the symptoms of polio and to urge that children have plenty of rest and no cold shock or violent exercise.

Precautionary measures were outlined in detail by letter the following day and sent to every resident. At their request 120 copies all this notice were also sent to the people of our easterly neighbor, Fair Harbor.

We reported to the County Health Commissioner. He had no reports of polio, but by contacting Meadowbrook Hospital he later confirmed one case.

There followed a subdued, apprehensive atmosphere. We had a water analysis made, shut off public drinking fountains, and ordered paper cups to be used at the Yacht Club and Soda Shop.

Sunday night in the early darkness a low siren sounded several times. As this normally signals the alarm for fire, the people ran out of their houses to be of help. I saw lights bobbing near our dock, and my heart sank. One of our nicest boys, a handsome 15-year-old, whose father in his day had been a famous runner at Notre Dame, had been under observation all day by the doctor. I knew this must be the Coast Guard boat to take the boy to the mainland. So it proved to be. The doctor told me the boy's neck was practically rigid, and we learned the next morning he had polio. That night I woke with a sore throat and an ache in my own neck and I learned later that the doctor also had slept poorly.


Continued tomorrow:


Tomorrow at Saltaire38: part two of the Ludlow speech: “The 1954 House of Needles.”

Part II: The 1954 House of Needles

Editor’s note: the following is the second installment of the complete text (in three parts) of a speech given by Mayor John Ludlow in 1954 or 1955 to a civic group about the Polio epidemic of 1954 from his viewpoint as Mayor. This may be the only extensive contemporary account of one of the most significant events in Saltaire history, one that shaped a whole generation. The only editing is the headings, which we have added, the fact that we are breaking the speech into three parts. It was delivered as one speech. For notes on the provenance of the manuscript, click on the “Comments” section at the bottom of the post.

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Part II: The 1954 House of Needles









by Mayor John Ludlow


Monday we reported our new case to the Commissioner and pleaded for gamma globulin. He promised to, and later advised us to prepare for inoculations Wednesday. A notice was posted immediately that all children below 15 and all pregnant women would be inoculated. The effect upon the morale of the people was electric. The thought that the children you love may become crippled for life is not pleasant. I myself have a boy of twenty-two, the Assistant Director of Recreation, and what with my concern over the health of the Village and my worry over his health, the following days were a somewhat dubious vacation.


Tuesday, Miss App, the medical supervisor for the Commissioner arrived and outlined the needs this for the inoculation program. We found her not only efficient but a very charming person.

We decided to use the Village Hall for the procedure, with three teams consisting of a doctor, a trained nurse, two trained helpers and a registrar within assistant for each team.

A wire was strung across the hall and this section was then divided into three cubicles by screens. Sheets were requisitioned and pinned over the wires and screens so that there was definite privacy, necessary for more than one reason. We used desks and tables, covered with blankets and sheets for the inoculations.


"...no mother hesitated for a moment to agree to my request for help."

I set out on my trusty bicycle to round up volunteers. Just remember, if you will, that no one is sure of how polio spreads and that an older person may be a potential carrier by association with children who may develop the disease. Having this in mind, I was very proud that no mother hesitated for a moment to agree to my request for her help.

We sent a private boat for Commissioner Rafle, Dr. Backer, three nurses on Wednesday morning and the inoculations started at 10:15 a.m. and continued until 1:15 p.m.



Benches were set out along the walk at the main entrance to the all area and a man stationed outside the door and gave each family a number. As this number was called the family and was admitted and the door shot so that the weeping and sometimes screaming children inside would not disturb too much those waiting their turn. Once inside each mother registered each child and he was weighed to determine how much gamma globulin to inject: i.e.: one CC per five pounds of weight with a maximum of a 20 cc per person.

I might say that’s a pretty hardy inoculation. A mother of , say, three children would take one child into the cubicle and women would shepherd the remaining two. After inoculation the child was led by a woman to the other side of the hall, given a lollipop, not only for his enjoyment, but to effectually block some of his crying, and was taken out the far door where additional women cared for him until his mother came until his mother completed her not too pleasant task.


Picture, if you will, two little girls of about six entering the cubicle, one tearfully, one serious but with almost a swagger. The latter emerged a minute later with a trace of a tear and just a suggestion of a strut. From the second cubicle came an agonizing scream "no, no, mommy not again.” Once during the morning a child let out such a high-pitched scream that it seemed like a fierce whistle. I learned later that even the attending doctor straightened up as thought startled.

Meanwhile, the cartons containing the packaged gamma globulin were being opened and the bottles arranged for easy handling and two women constantly washed the syringes for use in the inoculations.

At 1:15 p.m. the doctors took a break and the nurses had a light lunch at my home. Meanwhile, some mothers from Kismet appeared and pleaded for our help. The Commissioner, after lunch felt rested enough to tackle the added starters and by three o'clock the job was finished -- 183 persons were inoculated. Most of these had a two separate injections with a one refill for each needle. And that's really a lot of jabbing. The gamma is almost as thick as molasses and it takes considerable pressure to clear the needle.

There followed watchful waiting. The playgrounds were deserted for two days and most of the children limped around because of decidedly sore rear ends.


Tomorrow: part three of the Ludlow speech: “Tears rolled down his cheeks... “my granddaughter has polio”

Part III: Tears rolled down his cheeks... “my granddaughter has polio”

Editor’s note: the following is final section of a speech given by Mayor John Ludlow in 1954 or 1955 to a civic group about the Polio epidemic of 1954 from his viewpoint as Mayor. This may be the only extensive contemporary account of one of the most significant events in Saltaire history, one that shaped a whole generation. The only editing is the headings, which we have added, the fact that we are breaking the speech into three parts. It was delivered as one speech. For notes on the on the provenance of the manuscript, click on the “Comments” section at the bottom of the post.







Part III:

Saturday I had as my partner ex-. Mayor McManus, an expert Bridge player. His daughter appeared, talked with him, and we resumed our game. After one hand had been played, the ex-Mayor lay down the cards as tears rolled down his cheeks and he said in a choking voice "I’ve have bad news. My granddaughter has polio.” This was a 13-year-old girl who had been taken from Saltaire on Monday, had an inoculation in New Jersey on Tuesday and was proven indeed a polio case that Saturday.


We decided to have a short recreation class August 16 with the proviso that the children would definitely a get some rest each afternoon, and on August 30 we resumed full activities. During these days I kept thinking of St. Paul’s famous words “ faith, hope and charity and I must admit I did a little extra praying that we were taking the right action and that Saltaire had had its last case.

Meanwhile, several doctors told me that gamma globulin could not be considered really effective and that the only real answer to polio was the Salk vaccine, still in exploratory stage and at least two years away from confirmation.

Nevertheless, no further cases of polio developed at Saltaire. There were many cases of sore throats among the children in July and the doctors agreed many of these were probably mild cases of polio.

All of the Saltaire polio patients are making good progress but five are still hospitalized and at least three will need months of patient and constant therapy. It is in this field of therapy that the greatest progress has been made.

For reasons peculiar to myself I used to feel not overly warm towards the "March of Dimes." Having lived a little with the fear that fills in your heart when polio strikes I will never again failed to do my share to help those who so greatly help humanity.


John Ludlow, Fall, 1954
Mayor of Saltaire


Ed. notre: Thus concludes the Ludlow speech. The Ludlow speech and the polio epidemic were a lifetime ago. Please Post your comments, memories and reflections by clicking comments below.

BIG LABOR DAY ISSUE

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1920's medals were awarded by Yacht Club

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LABOR DAY, 1946-1949 IN SALTAIRE: KODACHROME IMAGES BY THE LATE RICHARD GREER

Pictures by Richard Greer

Pictures courtesy Sid Greer

(JO'H Ed. Note) : The promise of Saltaire from its very inception, to nurture “Healthy Happy Saltaire Youngsters” http://saltaire38.blogspot.com/search?q=Bungaliers was as much evidence in the post- World War II era as it is today. Kids here, kids there, kids everywhere.

Saltaire was never a resort where you went to get away from the kids—it was a place you went to live with the kids. And you never got to know just the kids: you got to know whole families. Bill Stillgebauer told us that his parents were close friends with the Greers, and Bill became friends with the Greers' kids, and grandkids and nieces and nephews. The Greers were cousins of the Glascocks who became good friends of the Stillgebauers, and so on. Growing up Saltaire, you knew people in the context of their families.

1950’s Mayor John Ludlow once said:
There is a word in our own language that I think has not been given due importance. The word is "sociability," which I'll take the liberty of terming "vocal, hospitable, friendliness." Sociability is friendliness of by word as well as by deed: it is when you enjoy having people in for supper equally as having supper at their house; when during a walk around the block you meet and have a friendly greeting from eight or ten people.Such is the type of life that we have at Saltaire. We are a small incorporated village of one hundred and ten cottages, a part of the Town of Islip,
---Mayor John Ludlow, 1954.
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We are proud to introduce Richard Greer’s Labor Day pictures from 1946, 1947 and 1948 that show that sociability in context of a Village tradition carried on each year from the earliest years of the Village: the annual Labor Day races at the ball field and on the bay. Parents went down to the field to watch the kids run. And they got to do some running themselves—or at least jumping in potato sacks. The next day was on to the bay for the swimming races in the boat basin.

Then to watch the kids as they gore themselves, hands behind their backs, with blueberry pie, a tradition that goes back at least to the 1920’s in Saltaire, http://saltaire38.blogspot.com/2008/08/labor-day-in-saltaire.html

Finally, of course, came the great Labor Day awards ceremony at the Yacht Club. The Village turned out for what was Saltaire's version of the Academy Awards. The season's awards for sailing, swimming and track were awarded in a packed Yacht Club, topped off by the big awards: the Sailing trophies and "The Cup," a trophy given each year for the best kid in each particular class.

Greer's images capture a Village in an era of confidence: a Village that in the previous ten years had fought off the utter destruction of the Hurricane of 1938 http://saltairian.com/pages/history/1938/ocean-met-bay.html
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and then had seen its parents go off and fight and win the Big War.

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48 -star American flags delineated the running course for the races at the field; red white and blue streamers hung on the Broadway fence.

And kids everywhere, and parents everywhere too: this was, after all, the earliest bloom of the Baby Boom. So thanks, Sid Greer, for saving your dad Richard's Kodachromes from that heady time: This was All American Saltaire at mid Century.
ALL PICTURES BY RICHARD GREER

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THE LABOR DAY TRACK MEET, 1947

Not many people remember, but there used to be a cinder track around the ball field, as seen on left. By the 1950's it was covered up, except for the northern end of the field between the right field foul line and the the fire house. The fire house was farther back than it is today. It was torture to walk on that part of the old track in bare feet: there were big, chunky cinders.

Note: fire alarm gong on Broadway. In the early days, there were similar alarms in strategic locations throughout the village. They were manually operated: just hit 'em with a big hammer to summon help. There was no electricity or telephone service until the 1930's. See an earlier fire alarm here: http://saltaire38.blogspot.com/search?q=Fire+Alarms

Note here the clear view across tennis courts to houses on Marine Walk.

Note in this picture: there used to be basketball backboards along the right field line, a double sided one shownher incenter filed, and another deep in center field.
The house in the background is on Pacific walk.

THE SWIMMING RACES AT THE BAY

The track meet was one day, the swimming meet the next.

These swimming pictures were taken in two different years, 1946 and 1948 .

Look closely: the old grey headed man in the scow on the right is the famous old bayman/hermit , Captain Baldwin. Kind of creepy to see him there. To follow his legend, click here: http://saltaire38.blogspot.com/search?q=Baldwin

THE PIE EATING CONTESTS:

There is a Saltaire promotional brochure from the 1920's that shows a line of kids along Bay Prom participating in a pie eating contest. http://saltaire38.blogspot.com/2008/08/labor-day-in-saltaire.html These 1948 by images by Robert Greer show the tradition was strong. See, for instance Hank Stillgebauer's images from 1957: http://saltaire38.blogspot.com/search?q=messiness The pie eating contests continued at lest through teh early 1960's. Why the stopped this this tradition is anyone's guess, but there is no reason why it cannot be reintroduced in 2010.

THE CUP:

This was it. The ultimate; the Oscar; the top award for top kid in each goup. Real hardware that looked great on the mantle.

THE REASON THEY DID ALL THIS:

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We have lots more Greer photos from that era: beach scenes; sailing scenes, scenes with lots of people old timers may recall, and a series of pictures of a baseball game between Saltaire aind Pont of Woods at Point of Woods in 1950.

Trouble is, we have not received YOUR pictures yet.

send them to:

johareny@aol.com