Official Erasmus Hall High School 50th Reunion Photos -- Class of 1966 and Class of 1967
Brooklyn, NY | Saturday, October 8, 2016
Each photo has an insert of those attending on Friday, October 7 but not attending on Saturday evening.
To order these photos contact: Amy Lynne


Class of 1966 and Class of 1967
Friday, October 7, 2016


This page is dedicated to the memories of our Erasmus Hall friends.

Go to our private group, Facebook page and post a memory you have from our years there.
We will post many of the stories here.

Memories about us. Memories with the background of Erasmus Hall, Flatbush, Coney Island, SING,
basketball, China Town, whatever and wherever. Jog our memories. Fill-in the gaps.
Make us laugh. Make us cry. Tell us how it felt.

Reunions are about people. People who shared one common experience.
And like an artichoke, the whole is made up of individual parts.
It takes all of the leafs to make an artichoke and it takes an artichoke for the leafs to be.
Erasmus Hall it part of our social DNA. It has a great deal to do with who we are. It's inescapable.
Most of us became who we are today by the time we were forty. At forty, Erasmus Hall was 10% of your life.
Please share. Please join us this October.


SING 1967

You can't do this today.
This was called Under-The-Mill. If a player made a mistake in basketball practice, Coach Bernie Kirsner would make the offender go Under-The-Mill -- which consisted of crawling on the floor under everyone's legs while they paddled your butt.

"Different times then."

"I remember doing that. It wasn't against the law back then."

Look at those socks.
In front of deli or Pops. Helen (?) on left, Goldie Manudakis middle and Nancy Baldino right.


lyrics sung to: "To Life" from "Fiddler on the Roof"

To Jahn's, to Jahn's on Fridays
On Fridays, all stomach, no blues
We know that after the old ball game
Jahn's will remain the same Hey, no shoving

The folks in charge adore us
Politely we eat and we sip
And if we're noisy, we're bound to be
After a victory
Complaints die down with a tip

We'll raise a glass and sip a drop
Of Coke in honor of the
Snacks you serve after a game
For on a Friday night this place may
look a sight, but if we left
Where would you find your fame?


Jahns, Jahns ice cream parlor
Eat and drink and scream and holler
We know of no other place
We can disgrace

Jahns, Jahns ice cream parlor
Eat and drink and scream and holler
We know of no other place
We can disgrace

Checks and tips and minimums
Are dealt with have no fear
That is, only when the food
Is served within the year
The line may be three miles long
But never-the-less we will wait

If we keep singing, and sing it loud
People will soon walk out
And we'll take over ... it's FATE!

-- Lou Villano, Erasmus Hall '65

"When we used our little subway TOKENS and took the train to the Flushing Meadows Stop in 1964 - 1965, we got to see, among other things,,,, 'THE FUTURE!!' In our wildest dreams would we ever have imagined that over 50 years later we would be sitting in our homes communicating with friends on a little machine, from high school AND before, all of these later?? THE FUTURE is NOW and it is WILD!!!"


"The dark side of Erasmus, or what passed for it back then. Breslin was a new writer at the New York Herald Tribune."

"I had Jimmy in my cab told him he couldn't smoke his cigar. He told me to Fuck Off! I laughed and we had a time. He was a piece from a time gone by."

"I graduated in 1967 and don't remember groups of kids buying drugs. I did see a few students high, though."

"I remember kids were smoking pot but I don't recall the police being there. Never saw this article."

"I recall a uniformed cop being there, but only one."

"I never saw anyone taking drugs, smoking pot or high. We did smoke cigarettes, which in hindsight, was worse than pot."

"We definitely were taking drugs."

"I'm sure I was smoking pot by 1966 on East 21st Street and drinking cheap wine and walking around with a large Coke bottle half filled with Bacardi. But didn't think pills -- Quaaludes (Aurora 714s) -- and acid came around till a couple of years later."

Most of us were "seven," when the bums played their last game at Ebbets Field. A year before, Halloween 1956, the last two trolley lines, along Brooklyn's McDonald Avenue and Church Avenue rolled to a stop. No longer were our parents Dodgers -- catching the streetcars. And they never recovered from the betrayal of our bums. In 1960, they demolished Ebbets Field. Brooklyn was crushed. No hope. When we entered Erasmus Hall High School to discover ourselves the backdrop was a Brooklyn that had lost its identity. I'm not sure we really understood the impact. But it was always the elephant in the room.

12.17.1960 (day after crash)
7th Ave, the Funeral Home on the left corner is Sterling Place -- the street directly ahead is Flatbush

"I remember this. I was 11 and had nightmares after that."

"My grandfather lived on President Street, right around the corner from the crash site...debris was all over his block."

"I was in PS 9 on Vandrbilt & Sterling. Supposedly a piece of the wing fell on top of the school. I was in the 8th grade.”

"As a morbid 11 year old I walked across Brooklyn with a friend several days ( probably weeks) after to see the site. I remember lots of used film canisters lying around. I don't remember plane wreckage though. Just a blurred.”

"My Father was a disaster volunteer for the Red Cross and I went with him to the crash site. He was assigned to a makeshift morgue. Horrible."

"I was in the stands. I remember the Clinton students in the balcony chanting THE HALL MUST FALL and our chanting reply DeWITT EAT SHIT."

"In my graduation gown with Arnold Bartfeld, EHHS class of 1966. Ex-husband. There were no caps." -- Amy Ginzig '67

"My sweet 16 Birthday gift from my parents."

"I have mine, it was the standard gift from parents."

Only the Good Die Young

by Goldie Manioudakis '67

Laughter followed us around, while exuberance pushed us forward. Our elation was heightened by hearing our name called out, by our close friends, as we entered Garfield's Cafeteria, for lunch each day.

"Charlie!! Over here!" In his signature 'tan trench coat', and his 3 books saddled against his hip, Charlie Tompkins, tall and handsome, walked over. He would kiss Pattie (Patricia Andreana) and me "hello," and then.. with the upward motion of the tip of his chin, he would acknowledge the guys...Rick (Richard Miolla), Ellis (Ellis Caris) and George (George Tsugranes). Charlie was the epitome of cool.

Ellis was our 'prince' because he was such a gentleman. He had manners, and was always well-dressed. His blue eyes sparkled as he spoke about weekend plans. At times, he blushed, because Patty would deliberately tease and flirt with him. He was a sweetheart. Conscientious, Ellis was also the time-keeper. "Hey, guys! We gotta go..the bell is in two minutes!"

The conversation jumped around the table; team sports, girls with recent nose jobs, and lava-lamps. The six of us, all, talked at once. We paused only to sip our Cokes. Sometimes, we brown bagged it, but we always bought our french fries.
The presence of the dark cloaked figure was, honestly, never felt. This was our Senior Year..we had lunch each day...the 6 OF US..never once speaking about death, nor about dying! Why would we?! We were too busy living!! We were 17 and the 'Sweetness of Life' was at hand. Yet, UNINVITED as he was, Death had chosen to sit between Charlie and Ellis. He had tightly wrapped his cold arms around them. He went unnoticed that year, and when he left, he whispered in their ear; "I'll be back, sooner than you think."

They shook off that chill, which may have run down their spine..and did not think about it again.

Rest in Eternal Peace, in the Glory of God and His Angels.. dear Charlie and Ellis.


June 27, 1967
Bobby Kennedy gave our commencement speech.
Less than a year later, he was assasinated.
We received a reading copy of the speech from the Kennedy Library. It has hand written notes and changes in RFK's hand. It also has a background page written by a staffer. The staffer was an Erasmus Hall Alumni as was his father.

RFK Erasmus Hall Commencement Speech -- pdf 20.1mg

A personal perspective.
by Harvey Hamerling

I was invisible back in high school. It was more like not being noticed. In return, I usually ignored everyone else, rarely talking to other students, especially girls. I remember some girls teasing me about not talking. I was very shy. I wish I could have talked to all the pretty girls, maybe even asking one or two out on a date. Not sure if any would have said yes, or sung "na na na na, hey hey good bye". I remember few people from my yearbook. But I did remember Amy Lynne Ginzig. Wonder why. I spent time walking in the courtyard alone. Sometimes forgot to go back to class. I did participate in the track team. I was pretty fast. I had to be to run away from the bigger guys trying to get me. I am sure there were good times, but not many. That is why I had no connection with Erasmus for many years until 2012. I knew I was moving to Florida end of year and just decided to get in touch with my past before starting a new life as a retiree. I even went back to Erasmus May, 2012 to all class reunion. I met Howie Zwerman there. Since then I have been communicating via FB. I am excited about the 50th reunion to have people see and know me now as I am a lot different. Maybe I can make new friends with people I missed being friends with 50 years ago. I look forward to a big turnout and a once in a lifetime event.


At Erasmus Hall High School, we used to harmonize
Me and Benny and Ira and two Italian guys
We were singing oldies, but they were newies then
And today when I play my old 45's, I remember when

We'd practice in a subway, in a lobby or a hall
Crowded in a doorway, singing doo wops to the wall
And if we went to a party and they wouldn't let us sing
We'd lock ourselves in the bathroom, and nobody could get in

'Cause we were looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
A place to be in harmony
A place we almost found

And the girls would gather 'round us, and our heads would really swell
We'd sing songs by the Moonglows, the Harptones, and the Dells
And when we sang "Sincerely," we really sang it high
Even though it was falsetto, we almost reached the sky

We've sung a lot of changes since 1955
And a lot of bad arrangements we've tried to harmonize
Now we've turned into oldies, but we were newies then
And today when I play my old 45's, I remember when

We were looking for an echo, an answer to our sound
A place to be in harmony
A place we almost found

-- performed by: Kenny Vance

......Erasmus Hall 1966-67 "School Bus"

Bob Singer, Stevie Katz, Marty, Albert Speaker

"I was at a lunch recently where one of the most prominent FBI undercover operatives spoke. I was laughing to myself as he was talking about Abbie Hoffman and All of our old Haunts and friends. I went up to him and confessed that I was the person who delivered the Bail money for Abbie Hoffman to his Wife In Greenwich Village. I was selected for the task as I looked so young & innocent. To tell you the truth I really didn't know how significant what I was delivering at that moment was and what part of History Abbie would play!!! LOL LOL LOL... It certainly was NOT illegal. BUT Glad to know I helped "the cause" and played a small behind the scenes part of America culture!"

"Well said i think we were all a part in the culture i have not changed at all except i am older."

"I dated Stevie for awhile in 63.

"WHERE IN THE WORLD DID YOU GET THIS??? WOW... Lowell Charnas (??) I don't know how to spell his last name... owner of the On Shop. In college, tonight I remembered, I wrote a PAPER on the On Shop, probably for a sociology class!!!"

A bit of reminicing mixed with who we've become.
by Ron Sebold

The best athlete from EHHS now is...(drum roll)...
Ron Sebold.

WAY Better than Tom Alio, EHHS Football.
WAY Better than Ronnie Tishkevich, EHHS Basketball.Please, Tom knocks and blocks people EASY.
Ron puts a ball in a basket and bounces a ball EASY.

BUT ME, Ron Sebold, read on:

So I was sick yesterday and as my wife left for her doctor's appointment she said, "Just let the animals (goats, burros, cows, chickens) out about 9 but don't do anything else." They spend the night in the corral.

So like any normal husband I listened PARTIALLY to my wife. I let the critters out and THEN start to clean their pens. However, our Kaboda tractor was parked nearby. Six goats jumped on it. One on it's hood. Three in the back and two went inside. Grady (a goat) got behind the steering wheel and saw the keys. The goat quickly snatched our keys and took off. The only set to this new vehicle. I took off after Grady in hot pursuit.

I chased her across the pasture. The goat was making the best run in NFL history -- 200-300 yards. It weaved in and out between trees. It used the dogs and cows as blockers. Then I just could no longer breathe and used goat psychology. I fell to the ground. Surprisingly it HAD A CONSCIOUS and gradually wandered over to me teasing me. Daring me to resume the fun chase which left me near dead. Then I made an amazing tackle and got the keys.

To celebrate my exceptionalism I took out the animals favorite treat. They get their daily box of Cheerios or Shredded Wheat to share and later it's pretzels. Yes this is besides their hay and grain. I have American animals. They eat junk food like us. So you football junkies missed the greatest and longest run ever and the best tackle. That could be up for debate but certainly you would agree I have surpassed Ron Tish and Tom..... and am now EHHS best athlete and biggest jack ass ever. Thanks for your support.

FIRST LESSON: Grow up on a farm. Retire in the City or the Burbs. At 65 you might be over the hill for a farmer.

SECOND LESSON: IF you are from Brooklyn probably your second wife should not be a rancher. We are looking for more land so she can have camels, more horses, and zebras. I just want Sutters, Ebingers, Jahns or Jules. Yet admittedly have never been more happy. HOWEVER DOG NUMBER EIGHT IS COMING

Help I need a bagel or knish. I'm coming to BKLYN Wednesday for my fix.


I hung out every Friday night there and the ice skating rink on week-end. My Dad came to Flatbush & Church to look for me one Friday night and came back home and said to my Mom, "I can't find her, they all look alike with pea coats, boots and long hair"


Shelley Girs

After graduation I went through an RN program. While still living at home I had a late night at work and called my mom..."Hi Mom," I said, "do me a favor...I left a TV dinner in the freezer. Just read the temperature on the box and toss it in the oven. It will be done by the time I get home and I am starved." When I got home I smelled cardboard burning. My mother, who cooked everything from scratch did exactly what I asked her to do. She read the temperature and put the TV Dinner in the oven box and all.






The President Has Been Shot
by Goldie Manioudakis ‘67

The PA System was used for the morning exercises, and for various announcements. So, when the principal came on, after lunch on that fateful Friday, it was totally unexpected. Before hearing his entire message, I just knew in my gut, that something was terribly wrong.

“Attention, teachers and students. Our president, John F. Kennedy has been shot. There will be an early dismissal following this announcement. Teachers please assist at the exit doors.”

I don’t remember going to my locker, or how I got my coat and books. I only remember seeing my beautiful teacher, Ms. Abrams crying. I ran all the way home, with that vision in my head. I did not wait, nor look for my walk-home buddies; friends Helen Aguiar and Maria Katz.

Fumbling with the key, strung around my neck, I quickly opened the door to my brownstone house, on East 5th Street, and slammed the door behind me. My heart was beating wildly. I had to call my mom..who worked only a few blocks away on Church Avenue. The phone rang in the office, and Emil answered. “Emil…this is Krissy, Alice’s daughter. May I please speak to my mom? It’s an emergency.”

He knew, I knew.

The piped-in music was shut off and I heard him page my mom. Within a minute, she was on the phone. “What’s wrong?!” “Mommy,” I blurted, “come home please!! They shot President Kennedy and I’m scared. The school closed. Mom, please come home, now.” “I will. Stop crying. Everything will be OK. I’m coming home.” As it turned out, Emil had not told any of his employees, what he had heard on his transistor radio. He didn’t want to close the shop.

Mom did get home within ½ an hour. I was crying incessantly. Mom asked me why [I was crying.] “I’m afraid.” “Afraid of what?! They will find the man who shot the president and he’ll go to prison.” “Maybe, Russia will bomb us. Maybe, there will be another war.” “Don’t be silly. They won’t bomb us. The Russians didn’t shoot the president. A crazy person did."

On Friday, November 22, 1963, while I was in French class, they murdered the President.

I may have been carefree, up until that day.