Saturday, March 26, 2016

Sarah Catherine Hoper

Miss Sarah Catherine Hoper taught my 6th grade class at Stockton during the 1958/59 school year.

                                Above: Miss Hoper in the 1958 University of Colorado yearbook

Miss Sarah Hoper drove a VW Beetle, and once took me and another student in her car to the Newark Museum to borrow materials to show in our Stockton classroom, my first ride in a Beetle. 

Miss Hoper went on to teach at Harding Township in Morris County.

About December 1961 I was living in SC and my family was watching The Price Is Right (Bill Cullen version) and, to my great surprise, there was Miss Hoper as one of the four contestants with a new, married name, Sarah Hite. She has written me recently that   "teaching that year in 1960-61, one of my students at Harding Township gave me two tickets to see "The Price is Right" daytime show during Christmas vacation. Bob and I went. Those who wished to be contestants were asked to stay, and many of us in the audience did. I was chosen to be a contestant two days hence. It really was a fascinating experience." For many years I had wondered if I had just dreamed that I saw her on tv, and it was reassuring that I hadn't just imagined it.

                                                          Below: Mrs.Hite in 2011

Friday, March 11, 2016

The East Orange Social Settlement and The Jones Street Neighborhood

From the 19th century until the mid-20th century, Jones Street was the center of an African-American neighborhood on the west side of Eastern School. Jones Street disappeared in the 1950's during the building of the Garden State Parkway and the rest of the neighborhood, including Eastern School, was bulldozed in the 1960's to make way for I-280.

Above: 1932 map

Below: The East Orange Social Settlement, 1913

Above: Jones Street on an 1895 map

Below: Jones Street on a 1911 map

Below: a statement by an African-American woman in the novel The Human Stain by Philip Roth

“In my parents' day and age, it used to be the person who fell short. Now it's the discipline. Reading the classics is too difficult, therefore it's the classics that are to blame. Today the student asserts his incapacity as a privilege. I can't learn it, so there is something wrong with it. And there is something especially wrong with the bad teacher who wants to teach it. There are no more criteria, Mr. Zuckerman, only opinions.

I often wrestle with this question of what everything used to be. What education used to be. What East Orange High used to be. What East Orange used to be. Urban renewal destroyed East Orange, there's no doubt in my mind. They---the city fathers---talked about all the great things that were going to happen because of the urban renewal.

 It scared the merchants to death and the merchants left, and the more the merchants left, the less business there was. Then 280 and the Parkway cut our little town in quarters. The Parkway eliminated Jones Street---the center of our colored community the Parkway eliminated altogether. Then 280. A devastating intrusion. What that did to the community! Because the highway had to come through, the nice houses along Oraton Parkway, Elmwood Avenue, Maple Avenue, the state just bought them up and they disappeared overnight.

I used to be able to do all my Christmas shopping on Main Street. Well, Main Street and Central Avenue. Central Avenue was called the 5th Avenue of the Oranges then. You know what we've got today? We've got a ShopRite. And we've got a Dunkin' Donuts. And there was a Domino's Pizza, but they closed. Now they've got another food place. And there's a cleaners. 

But you can't compare quality. It's not the same. In all honesty, I drive up the hill to West Orange to shop.. But I didn't then. There was no reason to. Every night when we went out to walk the dog, I'd go with my husband, unless the weather was real bad---walk to Central Avenue, which is two blocks, then down Central Avenue for four blocks, cross over, then window-shop back, and home. There was a B. Altman, A Russek's. There was a Black, Starr, and Gorham. There was a Bachrach, the photographer. A very nice men's store, Mink's, that was a Jewish, that was over on Main Street. Two theaters. There was the Hollywood Theater on Central Avenue. There was the Palace Theater on Main Street. All of life was there in little East Orange..."

Below: from a 1915 report on housing in the Oranges