She may live far away in Georgia now, but Fair Haven will always be home to Sonia Reevey. The matriarch of the Reevey family, roots set in the borough, has always honored her hometown by volunteering and just plain being a great neighbor, always with warmth for the love of Fair Haven and a smile.Continue reading Hometown Gem: Sonia Reevey Gets Her Day
Fair Haven police reported that there were an awful lot of community leaders, emergency responders and resident cohorts having a suspicious amount of fun at Tuesday’s National Night Out.
From all accounts and snapshots, the evidence has been mounted for a solid conviction.
Police also reported a sighting of recently injured Patrolman Dwayne Reevey having fun and looking like he’s on the road to strong recovery.
Take a look …
He is known as one of Fair Haven’s finest. He’s a borough police officer. He’s a native Fair Havenite. He’s a husband. He’s a dad. He’s a neighbor. He’s also known as one of the best friends a community could have. He’s Fair Haven Police Patrolman Dwayne Reevey and he needs some help from the community in which he was raised and has served for some time now.
By Elaine Van Develde
This little crew grew up together. And years later they ended up reliving a sixth grade tradition as adults.
They are Jenny Costello (Jones), Dwayne Reevey, now a Fair Haven police officer, and Andy Dougherty. The three lived on Parker Avenue in Fair Haven across and down the street from one another.
Their parents were all friends and they all had the Stokes experience as Fair Haven schools students. This time around, they were counselors, with Andy Dougherty pretty much running the show from the schools’ end.
Much has changed about the annual trip right after Memorial Day to learn and camp out in the state forrest, but some things never do change — like childhood friendships and memories that connect for a lifetime.
So, our Retro Pic of the Day captures just that. Call it a little time capsule.
Get in for a little trip back …
This editor not only took the trip, way back in the early 1970s, but was also CAT at Stokes. I forget what the anagram stood for, but CATs were RFH seniors who were chosen to take the trip as sort-of junior counselors.
The RFH administrators chose leaders, who had to have above a certain GPA and a expertise or talent in a specific area.
I, along with my acting compadre, Kevin Carpenter, were sent to entertain the kids. We had to spearhead the dancing (poor kids) — and, yes, there was square dancing (yikes) — sing songs around the campfire, like Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley (so uplifting) and tell stories about the Jersey Devil and scare the bejesus out of the kids.
We were a pretty well-behaved lot of semi-nerds, but we did like to have some fun that I’m confident would have gotten us banned nowadays — like raising one poor girl’s bra up on the flagpole for the morning wake-up bugle call and capsizing one another’s canoes.
Oh, there were more pranks, but the mention of them may tarnish some respectable RFH parents’ reputations, so I digress.
Did you go to Stokes? What was your favorite memory?