Our Father(s), Our Mother(s), Our Kids

 "Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, As it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, The power, and the glory, For ever and ever. Amen."

 

ps33 now: http://www.ps33q.com

For 3 years from 1946 to1949 (First to third grades). I recited the above words out loud, right after the Pledge of Allegiance, at P.S. 33 in Queen's Village, New York.  These words are The Lord's Prayer, a Christian prayer taken from the New Testament.  I was 5 1/2 years old when we moved there from New Jersey, where my father had been an engineer at Fort Monmouth during World War II.

 

We had lived in government housing in New Jersey, in a community of both Jews and Christians (most likely other religions too, although I was unaware at the time).  My cultural upbringing then had been old world Jewish--my grandparents were all immigrants).    We celebrated Hanukkah and our non-Jewish neighbors had their Christmas trees. So far as I can remember, nobody talked or argued religion there, or maybe I was too young to know.  

 

I had been in some kind of pre-K program in New Jersey, but when we moved, I was bumped up to first grade. This didn't threaten my academic progress, but the bigger picture brought many changes.  I didn't figure out the significance of The Lord's Prayer until I was much older--I think I thought it was an extension of the Pledge.

 

But in my neighborhood, as Jews we were in the minority.  My friends on the block accused me of killing Jesus, to which I would retort: "I didn't kill anyone! And who's Jesus?"  There was a lot of explaining about that, and I was reassured that Jesus lived a long time ago, and neither me nor my family had committed murder.

 

There were other differences, though.  Eight measly orange Hanukkuh candles and a few presents couldn't compare to the bling of Christmas decorations, ever more glittery when the war was over.  My best friend's Christmas tree, replete with shiny ornaments, tinsel. bubble lights and that lovely piney smell made those little eight candles even smaller. Santa Claus brought the kids what seemed to be a huge number of fancy presents (we had plenty of presents too over the year, but they didn't come all at once)!

 

At PS 33, we had a big musical Christmas pageant with carols and oodles of colored candies for us all.  Not a word about what we as non-Jews celebrated (or any other non-Christian students either).

 

It was the biggest party of the year and we (non-Christians) weren't invited, any more than we got to wear frothy white communion dresses. At one point I was so desperate to be a part of all that that I secretly bought a small box of Christmas ornaments and hid them in my underwear drawer.

 

Things have changed a lot over the years.  We moved out of the city in 1949, and Long Island schools had no in-school prayers. I understand that P.S. 33 still lives (it's now called PS 33q - Edward M. Funk Elementary School).  From its website, the building still looks similar to I remember from the outside, but the school has students from all over the globe and is all about diversity and fair treatment of everyone, with includes a Chancellor's message about our recent election and how to talk about it in an equitable manner. (A link to the school's website can be found below).

 

Jump to Texas: at this moment there is talk about school vouchers including, of course, for parochial schools by Governor Greg Abbot our very own governor, and a proposal by the Lieutenant Governor Dan Patrick to bring specifically Christian values to the public-school curriculum, including posting the Ten Commandments in all classrooms.  So far as I can tell, this is a direct contradiction to our constitutional rights of free speech and religion--whatever it may be.

 

I have a granddaughter who is 6 and whose parents are Jewish and Christian; exposure to other religions is great, and I believe in that--but not indoctrination by any specific one!

 

I can still recite the Lord's Prayer by rote--even though it's not part of my playbook! 

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Commentary on religion in Texas public education: https://www.texasstandard.org/stories/texas-legislature-2025-ten-commandments-public-schools-legislation-dan-patrick-louisiana/

The First Amendment, U.S. Constitution: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances: https://constitutioncenter.org/the-constitution/amendments/amendment-i

 

 

Link to ps33q: http://www.ps33q.com

The Mysterious and Wonderful Marine Parkway Bridg

Marine Parkway Bridge aka Gil Hodges Memorial Bridge

When I was five years old, after the end of World War II, we moved from New Jersey to Queens Village in the east part of Queens, New York.  My dad had become a builder by then, and we lived upstairs in a new four plex that he had constructed.  Often, we would visit my grandparents who lived in Brooklyn, where my mom had grown up.  The only convenient way to get there was by car (New York City subways never came that far east).

 

We would take the circuitous Belt (and Cross Island) Parkway that ran not far from my house to Bay Parkway, the closest exit to get to my grandparent's place in Bensonhurst.  This parkway ran all along the outskirts of Queens, by what was then called Idlewild (now Kennedy) Airport, still under construction, and wound around Jamaica Bay into Brooklyn.  It would pass through what still swampy land dotted with surplus Quonset huts for the temporary housing of postwar veterans, as well as residential areas and Floyd Bennet Field--the area's earliest airport.  Once past that, you got into the densely urbanized area of what we considered the "real" Brooklyn. The whole trip, door to door, took about an hour.

 

The Belt Parkway in the 1940's

When you're five or six, an hour seems to be a very long time.  We usually headed home after dark, the trip seemed very boring, particularly in what seemed to be the empty parts 

between the urbanizations of Brooklyn and Queens.  In those days, the parkway was illuminated by rustic-looking yellow sodium lights that would come and go with a kind of hypnotic regularity

A sodium light

along the length of the highway.  To break the monotony, I would look out to our right, where there were the expanses of Grave's End, Sheepshead and Jamaica bays, and beyond that, the Atlantic.  The other side of the bays was occupied by a long, narrow Peninsula known collectively as the Rockaways, and east of that, Idlewild, and the barrier island of Atlantic Beach and Long Beach. At the Brooklyn end, Rockaway Peninsula was connected to it by the Marine Parkway Bridge.

 

All we could see at night out there was a faraway string of white lights, like a long necklace across the bays, and the illuminated bridge.  During the day it looked like the narrow spit it was, widening as it extended east towards the Rockaways.  But since we had never been out there, it looked exotic and distant in the dark, and the lit bridge seemed to beckon towards whatever glittered out there.

 

The bridge itself was (and still is) an elegant, lacy-appearing structure, with a vertical lift unit at its center to allow taller marine transit.  This section is framed by its lifting mechanism within two tall towers with inward curving tops that seem to embrace it.  It was a fitting transport to those fairy lights on the other side.

 

The entrance to the bridge near Floyd Bennet airfield was gracefully landscaped--a nice island between urbanizations and salt marsh swampland.  It was all a part of a vast agenda, including the Belt Parkway itself, carried out in the later 1930's by Robert Moses, the urban planning czar of New York at the time.  He also established a park on the Rockaway side, dedicated to Jacob Riis, a famous muckraker and photographer of the century before.

Arial view of bridge (Photo: Anthony 22)

 

  In my first fifteen years as a New Yorker, I never crossed the Marine Parkway Bridge even though I had a boyfriend whose family lived in Far Rockaway, the totally urbanized beach town at the other end of the peninsula; we always got there by other routes.

 

I moved on to other places, and for the last fifty years I've lived in Texas.  I did go back often to New York, but never to that part of it.  But last month I went up there and made a trip to the wineries on Long Island's North Fork with my friend Debra, who now lives in New Jersey.  Since we both had grown up on Long Island (we soon left Queens and moved on to Nassau County, to Great Neck), and her family in Cedarhurst (also in Nassau County, but further south), we decided to do a drive-by of our childhood homes.  After that, she was taking me to Newark Airport to go home.  The route we decided upon took us through the Rockaways and then westwards--to cross the Marine Parkway Bridge.  At last, I got to see what was out where those fairy lights were.  They were, of course ordinary light poles, but they did string out through and beyond Riis Park, a flat beachy place, to the bridge. And I got to cross it after waiting 76 years! The elegant bridge itself, though long in its component parts, is relatively small compared to so many other bridges around New York and was all-too- quickly traversed, with no trace of Oz on its far end, just some beaches, whose history is interesting, but not to the five-or 83-year-old me.

 

The crossing had one other thing of cool meaning for me: when I was a kid, I was a big fan of Brooklyn Dodgers baseball--and Robert Moses became a villain to me because he was instrumental in getting the Dodgers to move to Los Angeles in 1957, and all of you know the rest of that.  In 1978, the Bridge was renamed in honor of Gil Hodges, star first baseman for Brooklyn when I was a kid.  So there, Czar Moses!

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Histories of the Bridge and its environs can be found at: https://www.untappedcities.com/secrets-marine-parkway-bridge/ and also, of course https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marine_Parkway–Gil_Hodges_Memorial_Bridge