A classic photo. You can find this photo in December 2016. Probably taken 10 or so years after World War II. Our father still has pimples and our mother very much in love. This is before Seton Hall college, the Korean War, taking on a business and 10 children. When they first got married they were able to get a free apartment above The Westfield Leader, the local newspaper. Having a cop for a father entitled you to some perks in those days and that’s how they got the apartment. The only catch was that they had to clean the bathrooms of the newspaper. It wasn’t an easy task as this was way before the digital age and the bathrooms were blanketed in black ink seven days a week.
In 1960 shortly after having their first child, Barbara they purchased a home for 12,000 in a budding new suburban town called Carteret. The New Jersey Turnpike was just built (1951) and it’s short ride to New York City made it a perfect nest for new families in search of the American dream.
The American dream consisted of a white picket fence that our father planted rose bushes next to. Our neighbors were steady thru out our 25 year stay at 121 Whitman street. (to be continued)

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  1. Andrea (Edie) Murphy said,

    March 31, 2017 @ 12:30 pm

    I met Bev in 1972 when I moved to Carteret from Omaha, NE to live with my Dad for a year. It was a lonely, scary time for a girl to suddenly be living in a place where she knew no one. As soon as we met Bev was so funny and friendly and brought me to your family home many times during that year. Even as a young teenager I was struck by the love and laughter in your family. I have missed her and thought about her so many times over the years. She was so very special.

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