Harry Paige grew up on Rural Place and Douglas Road. He graduated from Bethelehm Central High School in 1941. That's Adams Hardware Store, A.K.A. I Love Books in the background.
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UPDATE: I just received this letter from Harry Paige's daughter Sandy Sorell who shares her father's memories of his live in Delmar. Posted March 6, 2019
February 7, 2018
I was recently at the Bethlehem Veterans
Memorial Park to visit my
father’s memorial stone and to reflect. My
sister and I purchased the brick for Dad a couple of years before he died. He was very proud of that gift. After a quiet visit I sat down on one of the
benches and remembered…
My Dad was Dr. Harry Worthington Paige (1922-2003). He grew up in Delmar as part of the Greatest Generation, graduating from Bethlehem Central
High School (class of
’41) when it was located on Kenwood
Ave --the building that is now the Middle
School. As a young kid he and his sister
Jeanne (Martha) Paige lived on 5 Rural
Place near the Restifo family. When Dad was 16 and Aunt Jeanne 15 they moved
to the new family home at #16
Douglas Road .
This house remained the Paige family home until 1996 when my grandmother,
Ruth Converse Paige, died at the age of 99½.
Dad was a writer and a storyteller, and he talked often
about growing up in Delmar. His
childhood was a magical one full of fun, friends, and innocence.
As a kid Dad’s fun consisted of playing with his Yo Yo,
shooting marbles, collecting stamps and baseball cards, reading “big little books,”
riding his bike, and playing games like “Kick the Can” or Dodge Ball in one of
the many open lots in Delmar. Climbing
trees was another favorite activity, especially since Delmar was densely wooded
in the 1930s and 1940s, before the migration to the suburbs and the building
boom. He, like many of his friends, was
a Boy Scout, and that occupied a good deal of his time.
Dad was a prolific writer. He told me that he sold his first story when he was 12, during the Depression era. He said he felt very guilty accepting money for the sale as so many men were out of work, and families were going hungry at the time.
Life was relatively simple when Dad was growing up. A Paige family excursion to Warner’sLake for a picnic and swim on a hot summer day was
considered a real adventure. I remember
hearing the story about my grandfather, Montfort (Monty) Paige, a notoriously
slow driver, receiving a speeding ticket on one of the family day trips up into
the Helderbergs. He was mortified. An occasional trip to Hawkins Stadium to see
the Albany Senators baseball team was a big deal too.
Dad was a prolific writer. He told me that he sold his first story when he was 12, during the Depression era. He said he felt very guilty accepting money for the sale as so many men were out of work, and families were going hungry at the time.
Life was relatively simple when Dad was growing up. A Paige family excursion to Warner’s
Then there were summertime excursions to Mid-City in Menands
near where Montgomery Ward used to be in that massive building on
Broadway. He would take a red and yellow
United Traction Company bus there to enjoy the park and cool off in the large
pool.
Dad went to the Elsmere
Grade School when it was
a brand new school. His mother, a former
Latin teacher and Syracuse
University graduate, was
a member of the PTA there.
Of all the stories Dad told, the most vivid in my mind were
of his days spent at his beloved alma mater, Bethlehem Central, where he met my
mother, Ruth Killough (class of ’42), an accomplished athlete and field hockey
star.
Dad’s best friends were named Prue, Van Zandt, Chesbro,
Isdell, Oliver, Hartzel, and Murray. There
were other names too that I’ve forgotten over the years. Some 20 years and one world war later, quite
a few of Dad’s buddies returned to the Delmar area to live, work, and raise
families. Some of their children became
my classmates at Bethlehem Central in the 1960s.
I remember Dad talking about his buddies: (First name unknown) Leonard who was an exceptionally brilliant man with a love of science or mathematics, Jesse Turner who was our Delmar mailman for years, and Robert Wright who founded Wright Trash Disposal. Years later the consensus was that Mr. Wright was the richest person to come out of BC during that era. I also believe Dad went to school with a George Butler who when I was in high school, could be seen on any given day riding his bike around Delmar.
I remember Dad talking about his buddies: (First name unknown) Leonard who was an exceptionally brilliant man with a love of science or mathematics, Jesse Turner who was our Delmar mailman for years, and Robert Wright who founded Wright Trash Disposal. Years later the consensus was that Mr. Wright was the richest person to come out of BC during that era. I also believe Dad went to school with a George Butler who when I was in high school, could be seen on any given day riding his bike around Delmar.
Dad said there were plenty of pretty girls at BC back then, including my aunt Jeanne Paige and her best friend Janet Flume Jones. Dad talked about a Betty Barker and Snookie Lansing. I also recall the names Hicks, Hafley, Ardizone, McCormick, Bennett, and Weaver. He told a funny story about taking classmate Eva Marie Saint (yes, the actress) to a dance with her perched on the handles of his bicycle. He said her sister
Dad always talked about his high school friends as if it
were yesterday. His class remained extremely
close over the years due to Delmar’s relatively small size and also the shared
experience of war. Dad was a “5 Year
Man” in high school, graduating a year later than he should have due to lengthy
absences from school to play competitive tennis. He was an accomplished player (his father was
a tennis professional), and he was very active on the regional junior
circuit. I have his postcard postmarked The Sagamore written to his parents when
he was in high school telling them he had just won his tournament. The family tennis trophies and related
memorabilia were donated to the Albany Institute of History and Art.
I recall Dad talking about shooting darts in the back room
of the DT (Delmar Tavern)—later Brockley’s, then Beff’s, and now Swifty’s. He and his buddies liked to have a few beers,
and one night his friends thought it would be funny after Dad had had a few too
many, to leave him in a shopping cart on his front porch. They rang the doorbell and took off leaving
Dad to face the consequences. Another
“prank” I heard about was “borrowing” a Delmar policeman’s gun and running it
up a flagpole in town. There was another
story too about Dad and some of his friends turning on a garden hose and sticking
it in an unsuspecting Delmar resident’s open cellar window. I am not sure what the outcome was there. All of this seems pretty innocent by today’s
standards.
Another popular hang-out for teenagers was Pop Libby’s which
I believe was a soda fountain near the Four Corners . Movies were very popular then and kids would
go to the Palace in Albany or Delmar’s own theater--“The Stink” as Dad said it
was nicknamed, located near where D.A. Bennett’s was.
Mom grew up at #15
Roweland Avenue playing in the wooded lots with
neighborhood pals Scotty Rowe and Earl (Buster) Jones. Scotty’s dad was Alton Rowe, Delmar
businessman, for whom Roweland
Avenue was named.
He founded Delmar Lumber and was the builder of the Killough family home
at #15 Roweland Avenue . Rowes lived on the corner of Wellington and Roweland across from a large
wooded corner lot. I remember my
maternal grandmother, Harriet Abriel Killough, talking about taking the United
Traction bus with her friend Mildred Rowe, Alton ’s
wife, into downtown Albany
to enjoy a chicken salad lunch and whiskey sour at the venerable Keeler’s
Restaurant.
Mom was focused on sports in high school, especially field
hockey. One of her coaches Miss Johnson,
was a mentor and life-long friend to her.
The students called her “Mike.”
Mom’s best friends were Connie Conroe, Ruth Cassavant, and Ginny
Arnold. (Ginny later married Dad’s good
friend Jack Van Zandt.) I remember Dad
telling me Jack’s brother was one of the first casualties of World War II,
dying in a training mission. I met Jack
and Ginny’s lovely daughter a few years ago when she made the trek up from Pennsylvania to research
the Arnold & Van Zandt family histories.
Dad told me that when the War came, and he and his friends
were far from home, any news from or about Delmar boys was filtered through
Agnes Leonard who lived on Adams Place . He said she was much beloved, and everyone
called her “Ma” Leonard. There is a wonderful
picture of Dad and a group of his high school buddies all dressed up in sports
coats posing together just before they went off to war which I donated to the Bethlehem Town archives.
Mom and Dad’s high school classes remained close throughout
the years. On the occasion of Dad’s 50th
class reunion (1991), he wrote a
beautiful piece as a tribute to his class.
He continued to see a few BC friends throughout the rest of his life, but
he was always left drained and saddened to see his buddies getting old. It reminded him too much of his own
mortality. He preferred to remember his
BC classmates the way they were way back when, with all the exuberance of young
kids with futures stretching out before them like the endless horizon.
We buried Mom and Dad in the Bethlehem Cemetery
at Kenwood and Elsmere on a knoll overlooking the athletic fields of what was
their beloved Bethlehem Central. We
visit them often.
Sandra Paige Sorell
February 28, 2019
Notes:
1) Most of Dad’s childhood memorabilia and other family records were donated to the Bethlehem Town Historian’s Office for preservation. In addition to the group picture mentioned above, there is a great picture of Dad leaning out the driver side window of a vintage car in front of Adams Hardware, one of Mom and Dad at a BCHS dance, and a greeting card signed by Adelaide Saint.
1) Most of Dad’s childhood memorabilia and other family records were donated to the Bethlehem Town Historian’s Office for preservation. In addition to the group picture mentioned above, there is a great picture of Dad leaning out the driver side window of a vintage car in front of Adams Hardware, one of Mom and Dad at a BCHS dance, and a greeting card signed by Adelaide Saint.
2) For curious readers, my father served in the U.S. Army
Air Corps during WW II, graduated from Union College
in 1946, and later went into college teaching.
He spent most of his career in the Humanities Dept. at Clarkson University
(1952-60 & 1966-88) in upstate Potsdam ,
NY . Upon retirement he was named Professor
Emeritus. But Dad’s true loves were
tennis and writing. He was a tennis
professional and an award-winning author, continuing to write up until his
sudden death in 2003. My mother (1925-2008)
graduated from SUNY Cortland and became a physical education teacher, retiring
from St. Lawrence Central in Brasher
Falls , NY .
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Below is a picture of a write up that Dr. Paige wrote for his 50th high school reunion in 1991. If you squint - it makes for great reading! (posted March 6, 2019)
Below is a picture of a write up that Dr. Paige wrote for his 50th high school reunion in 1991. If you squint - it makes for great reading! (posted March 6, 2019)
Adams Hardware belonged to my grandparents & great-grandparents.
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