A drug ring source responsible for distributing mass quantities of heroin and cocaine in the Bayshore area of Middletown, as well as spots in Middlesex County, has admitted to his part in the narcotics conspiracy, a press release from the U.S. Department of Justice said.
Pandemic cheer. A reprise Retro Pic of the Day, originally posted on Sept. 14, 2016 in the spirit of the last official day of summer, knowing that the summer spirit never truly ends for the Rumson-Fair Haven area young and forever young at heart …
With the start and end of local summer and school (in or out of the classroom), students’ thoughts naturally turn to warmth and freedom. They start to daydream.
And as it gets cooler outside, those daydreams tend to have a festive tropical island motif — well, this one anyway.
Back in the 1970s, RFH students, or a gaggle of guys, anyway, manifested those thoughts of warmer beach days, among other valiant party pursuits, into a club — The Caribbean Club.
These guys beached it in Sea Bright or somewhere along the Shrewsbury River throughout the school year. Leaving behind their bathing trunks, clad in those classic RFH button down shirts, sometimes flannel, sweaters, Levis and topsiders, the dozen of these senior dudes sought sunsets on the Shrewsbury, beer (yes, beer), parties and a proper “bon voyage for seniors embarking on the cruise of life,” so goes the description of the club in the 1975 RFH Yearbook.
Well, they did have a charitable mission. They sponsored Halloween and Christmas parties.
Somehow we’re thinking that this club would have never cut it in this era, much less made it to the yearbook touting a partying prowess. So, “Cheers!” to the Caribbean Club of yesteryear and its daydreaming days.
You guys are truly RFH policy antiques.
Who knows where the Caribbean Club hosted its most notable parties? Were you there?
There’s been a lot of townie talk these days about: Fair Haven’s little tykes transitioning from third to fourth grade; a bike procession up Third Street in pandemic times; first days in and out of classrooms; fixing up Fisk Street Chapel; and prospects of tearing down what was the borough’s former segregated schoolhouse and integrated kindergarten, now the police station, to make way for updated facilities.
In light of all that talk, we are reprising a 2015 Retro Pic of the Day and reflection on what was the segregated schoolhouse that was transformed into an integrated kindergarten and the kids in the classroom in 1965-66 not long after segregation stopped. This was the last class to go to kindergarten at the Youth Center, now police station and Community Center.
Back in the day — OK, waaaaay back in the day — there was a third school in Fair Haven for kindergarten. It was the Youth Center. People now know it better as the Fair Haven Police Station and by its newly adopted name that hasn’t quite caught on yet, and may never for “older” folks still in town — Fair Haven Community Center. Phooey to that. Some things just need to keep a name for nostalgic purposes alone.
That and it’s just a matter of what sounds like home to you. For instance, my very nice grandmother, a Matawan native, was pretty hostile about the “new” Aberdeen split and name. Paid it no mind. And if forced, said it with “blah, blah, blah” contempt. Back to the Community Center … There, I said it.
The call came for neighbors, friends, paint brushes, scrapers, masks and soaring helping spirits. That call was heeded over the weekend at the Fisk Chapel AME Church in Fair Haven as many showed to get the church with historic roots dressed up in its Sunday best.