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Memories of Old Long Island

by Pete Sedlack
(Long Island, New York)

I became a Long Islander at Southside Hospital in Bayshore. My earliest memories are of living with my parents and grandparents on North Clinton Avenue, which at the time ended just past our place. Uncle Jerry’s farm occupied a large tract directly across the road and together our family anchored the north end of Clinton Ave. There was nothing but woods between us and Brentwood. North Clinton above Sunrise Highway had only recently been electrified, although a block over to the east, Fifth Ave. was a bit more developed.

Mother and Grandma cooked on a cast iron wood/coal stove, which they continued to do through the war years. New appliances were hard to come by since money was still scarce due the Depression. After Pearl Harbor, everything was scarce due to wartime shortages. Rationing and thrift were the watchwords of the day. Many food items required a ration book and others a certain number of color-coded tokens. Motorists were permitted to buy so many gallons of gasoline a week according to the decal on their windshield. Most cars, including our old Dodge sedan, had an A-decal.

One of my first chores was to help weed the garden. My grandparents had come from Europe where growing one’s own vegetables was as normal as going to the store is now. We grew all kinds of vegetables, even rhubarb which is mostly overlooked these days. Grandma put up everything that could be put up, so all year long we enjoyed stewed tomatoes, green beans, cauliflower, beets, pickles and the like. I still remember that big pressure canner merrily rumbling away on the stove. Our grape arbor provided fruit for jelly, as did the strawberry patch. If that wasn’t enough, all one needed to do was walk out into the Pine Barrens that bordered our property and pick wild blueberries.

World War II had a great impact on our lives. Dad went off to war and didn’t return until late 1945. Mother took a job, so I spent a lot of time in the company of my grandparents. Grandpa was a mechanic and taught me all he knew about tools and how to use them. I still have his old tool box. Grandma taught me how to listen-up and I mean that kindly. I’ve never known another person who could be so tough and yet so loving. In time I came to realize grandma’s style of raising children was just a reflection of her own childhood in Europe.

On weekends, mother would take me with her into Bayshore by way of a stop at the train station. In those days everyone had a Long Island Rail Road timetable and mother always timed our trips to town knowing how crazy I was about those big steam locomotives still in use at the time. Then it was off to Main Street for an ice cream soda at Liggetts and maybe a visit to the docks before heading home.

In summer we might go to Benjamin’s Beach (on the bay, between Brightwaters and Bayshore) or Heckscher Park for a picnic or take the ferry to Fire Island. There wasn’t any Captree or Moses S.P., no Causeway. Arriving at Saltaire you simply hiked across the dunes to reach the ocean. There were no lifeguards or comfort stations, just miles of wide open beach and hardly anyone else around. Missing the last ferry back rewarded you with a night on the beach under the stars beside a driftwood fire. Not the worst of situations, I like to think.

I’ll close with some random thoughts that come to mind. My first 2-wheel bike, a sturdy used model came from Frenchy’s Bike Shop in Bayshore. I understand Frenchy’s is still in business today, which must make it one of the oldest businesses in town.

There was a large billboard on Sunrise Hwy. eastbound near the first Bayshore exit. Just like in the old movies, it was a favorite hiding place for motorcycle patrolmen. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to lead one of those guys on a chase when they came roaring out with lights flashing and siren screaming.

Down on Bayview Ave. was a bait and tackle shop where a kid could buy a bamboo pole complete with hook, line and float for about a buck. Then he could fish for snappers off the dock across the street all day long without ever seeing his parents until it was time to go home.

Hope you enjoyed reading a little about a time when Bay Shore was more often spelled Bayshore.


Pete Sedlack

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Mar 05, 2019
Ahhh! The beach! 1950s Bay Shore NEW
by: Madlyn

My sister Kathy and I would walk to the beach every day and spend all day there from about 7-8 years old and on (1952).

All painted dark green, I remember renting a shower/locker room and wearing the elastic and key on my foot. We would swim, dive and dig up clams and eat them right there on the sand. My sister Kathy dove continuously from the diving board.

Outside the protective screening to keep the biting aquatic life at bay you could see helmet crabs lined up wanting to get in.

In 1956-1957 we would dance to the jukebox on the Pavillion in our poodle skirts and bobby socks and saddle shoes.

I can still close my eyes and smell the sun, sand and surf now in 2019. Gone, but never forgotten, those were the good old days!

Jun 13, 2014
Answering John Nilsson
by: Lenore Benjamin Schickel

I have fond memories of Benjamin's Bathing Beach from many years before you were born. I am referring to your great grandfather Eugene Benjamin who was born in 1874 and died in 1954 when I was a teenager. Your grandfather Eugene was born in 1907 and died in 1977.
Eugene Benjamin was indeed my grandfather , and my father, Carlton Benjamin, was your grandfather's half brother.

An apology would be much appreciated, you've spoiled my joy in finding this site. Lenore Benjamin Schickel

(Your 1st cousin once removed)

Jun 13, 2014
Know your facts
by: Lenore

I suggest you check your facts before writing such an inflammatory statement. My grandfather's name was indeed Eugene Benjamin, my father's name was Carlton Benjamin and he was your grandfather's half brother. Your grandfather Eugene was named after his father, Eugene.

ASK YOUR MOTHER!!!! I think its is either Nancy or Ruth?

Apr 15, 2014
Lenore Benjamin Schickel
by: John Nilsson

Eugene Benjamin never owned Benjamin's beach. It was sold to the town by his mother before she died. Eugene Benjamin had two daughters and four grandchildren. I am one of those grandchildren and I know the other three well, and you are not one. I am not sure who you are to be declaring you are related to Eugene Benjamin or what you have to gain but we would appreciate it if you would remove your post and stop representing yourself as part of the "Eugene Benjamin" family unless you have documents that can prove otherwise.

Dec 15, 2010
Benjamins Bathing Beach
by: Lenore Benjamin Schickel

My grandfather Eugene Benjamin owned Benjamin's beach in
Bayshore. I remember going there when I was seven or eight and remember the concession stand with hot dogs cooking. I can still remember the aroma! The swimming area was enclosed by some sort of screen to keep it clean, and there was a diving board that my older sisters liked to dive from. I don't know the name of the street where they had their house but remember well the inside with its sunroom.

Dec 20, 2008
Born on Long Island and family still there
by: Terry Mahlstadt, Jr.

I to remeber the fairs, big ships and our family life, my dad worked there as a stratos worker for 17 yrs. Must of been 1962 and back 17 years, Iwould help him grow his garden of veg and herbs, we moved to Ga. 1968. and I was wondering any old photos of what Bayshore, Stratos employees in 1950-1962 were around or of my dad, late Gilbert Mahlstadt------Gil was his name. thankyou, Gilterry Mahlstadt, JR.

Aug 27, 2008
Thanks for sharing...
by: Bill Drago

I love when readers share their memories. It's a great way to learn about what Long Island was like in the past.

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