As to Port Washington connections, my parents, brother and I landed in November 1947 and our home, purchased for us by my maternal grandmother, was at 36 Carlton Avenue (Corner of 2nd Avenue). We rented out the third floor apartment to the Sorianos, high school teachers and coaches. I started in 3rd grade, first at the Manhasset Bay School on Carlton Avenue, before my parents learned from the Ganchers next door that there was a public elementary school, the Main Street School just a block or so way. My teachers included Miss Gardner, Miss Van Schaik and Miss Carlson. The principal was Miss Merriman.
The Junior High was then on the top two floors of the Main Street School building. It was there, in 7th grade (1951) that I met Kay Marbut, who arrived in Harbor Acres (from Grosse Point, Michigan) that year; we married 9 years later. She, however, was part of the Flower Hill School social grouping that flowed into the Junior High School, which featured a higher demographic than students from the Main Street School, so we really didn’t mingle much in Junior High. Miss Weber was our Principal.
Schreiber opened in 1954, I believe. That was also the year my family moved from Carlton Avenue to the corner of Ridge Drive and Montfort Road. I left after 10th grade to attend Phillips Academy, Andover. Kay and I started dating the morning after the 1957 Senior Gambol, which we both attended with different dates. We started talking and flirting at a pool party at Sheila Kane’s house in Sands Point. Sheila’s father was the Mayor of Sands Point.
My parents were very active in many Port Washington community activities, as were Kay and I. We were both Community Chest Citizens of the Year in Port Washington and both members of the School Board and its President. I became a Member in 1970 and its President in 1971. After I finished college, law and business schools, and a tour in the Marines for me, we returned to Port Washington, where all four of our kids graduated from the Port schools; three of our kids returned to Port and in turn raised their kids in Port Washington.
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