
Photo/courtesy of Cindy Crowley
Oh, it’s unofficial summertime. And Rumson-Fair Haven area folks have been soaking up the positive beaching it vibes and renewal of close encounters with their days at the beach and clubbing it, as they do.

Oh, it’s unofficial summertime. And Rumson-Fair Haven area folks have been soaking up the positive beaching it vibes and renewal of close encounters with their days at the beach and clubbing it, as they do.
Cheers to Friday, a Rumson icon and his iconic River Road spot!
That would be Tony Mellaci and his father’s bar, Frank’s. The door was always open at the place, welcoming Rumson friends for a cold one, a Mellaci sausage sandwich, a little camaraderie and good conversation among locals. The senior Mellaci, Frank, owned it and ran it with his son, Tony. The proprietors, they were.
It’s just one of those unofficial summer days — an everybody-in-the-pool kinda day.
It’s the kind of day when a Rumson-Fair Haven area person wishes he or she could take a swim, sit on a poolside porch overlooking the ocean and rock. Really rock … in a rocking chair at the old iconic Peninsula House.
It’s been a Memorial Day of the traditional kind in the Rumson-Fair Haven area. The day, usually kicked off by parades in Rumson and Fair Haven and solemn services at Victory and Memorial parks, respectively, brings people in the communities together. Groups, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, honoring those who sacrificed their lives in service to the country, is the usual visual.
Continue reading Retro Rumson Eighth Graders’ Memorial DayCall it a boatload of waterborne sunshine.
On the cusp of the unofficial start of summer, thoughts turn to sunny cruising on the Navesink River.
You could say that this RFH guy of the 1970s is bending over backwards for a baseball catch. Something like that.
It’s an 80s pastel parade of RFH prom queens. There’s no other way to put it.
Our annual reprise in honor of local police during National Police Week …
It’s National Police Week.
Continue reading Police Week: Retro Rumson PoliceA classic reprise for a reason …
It’s National Police Week.
Today is Mother’s Day.
And, we at Rumson-Fair Haven Retrospect are thinking, the day should not just be one in which kids dutifully pay attention to the woman who pretty much, well, twisted her heart up and spit it out to ride a Big Wheel at 100 miles per hour with no helmet. OK, so that was a tad dramatic.
But, it’s not really just for all that jazz — though, it is important jazz. It should be about moms celebrating one another, especially to learn a little bit about one another’s roots in a tight-knit community such as the Rumson-Fair Haven area.
There are so many women in this area who served as unbreakable bricks in the foundation that is this community now. It goes back may generations. We are thankful for those women of all different motherly types — yes, different. Each unique and special in her own way. Each contributing in her own way. Each leaving her indelible fingerprint on many here, through generations.
You see, the strong community foundation that brought us all here is not about a number and a few borrowed phony promotional words — real estate value, flipping and the lingo concocted to make the sale.
The sale was made long ago and the value was tucked away in the hearts of some of these moms who were here when it all started, caring for one another through their community.
It’s about lifeblood — the lifeblood of, in this case, matriarchs who have bequested a legacy of true love.
They put the coffee on. Who’s bringing the crumb cake? Yes, crumb cake. When it comes to community, you can indulge in the simple a little to keep it very sweet.
Take a look at our slideshows of some area moms from the past and present. Some are still with us. Some are not. But, they are remembered for their own contributions to one another and laying bricks in the foundation that is the Rumson-Fair Haven area. If you have a photo you’d like to add, of a mom from the past, email it to us at evd@rfhretro and we will include it in a gallery.
What would Teacher Appreciation Day be without a little ode to those who unwittingly set a writer on her twisted path to write — about them?
They are the English teachers at RFH. Back in the 1970s, they comprised quite the crew of educators. They taught us how to communicate more effectively. They chided us for using improper grammar. They expected better when they knew we were capable of the best. They glommed onto the small details that mattered in stringing a better sentence together with the peskiness of a dangling participle.
It’s not every day that a casual baseball game causes a player to levitate — just one day back in the 1970s.
We’re not sure of exactly what happened here on the field, but RFH yearbook photographer George Day caught this home run of a shot — mid-air.
Continue reading Retro RFH Boys’ Jump for Baseball Joy
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