Christmas 1976 - Part 2 of 2 (Teaneck, NJ, Dec 1976)

Jessica and Betty.


And Jessica's not-yet husband, Gordon, who I believe we met that day. I recall that we had given them very careful directions about how to get to our house by public transportation (it was just across the George Washington Bridge from Manhattan, where they lived). But they showed up in a hired car, and the driver lurked outside for the hours of their visit. We were duly impressed! (Elizabeth says Jessica was very embarrassed.)


With Sarah and Calico.

Cats on University Avenue (Bronx, NY, 1972-76)

I found 2 more pictures from our apartment on University that weren't included in the earlier post about that apartment. There are many more, but they are in the the photo book I didn't want to take apart and send in, so they will have to wait until the Fall/Winter be scanned.

In the background, on the grow-light stand, is Calico again. In the foreground, is the hefty Sarah. I don't think she weighed much less than Mickey does.


And here is Lemon again.

University Avenue (Bronx, NY, 1972-76)

We lived in an apartment on University Ave. in the Bronx from January 1972 through the Fall of 1976, when we bought our first house (in Teaneck, NJ, where my Aunt Betty & Uncle George and friend Mel Hausner also lived). Those were pretty important years for both of us: Elizabeth started working at the Equitable, and I went from my years of "finding myself" (as Betty says) to being a computer science graduate student.

We shared an office in the second bedroom, where Elizabeth painted and I had my desk/workshop:



Elizabeth in the kitchen:


Our dining room table. Yes, our cats were allowed on it (probably couldn't have stopped it, anyway), to the chagrin of many. That's Calico, our main cat. We had a total of five over time (Kitchen, Calico, Sarah, Rosemary and Rosemary's sister, Lemon). Kitchen died before we accreted the other 4. That's Elizabeth's artwork all over the place, including her great Boy's Club basketball poster.


Me in the kitchen. Note the executive chef looking over my shoulder.


In the livingroom. That's Lemon on my lap. Lemon had like a 3 IQ, in human terms. That is, she was truly dumb, and could never figure out anything, like how to get out of the way of opening doors so that her foot didn't get stuck in it. But very affectionate.