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THURSDAY, MAY 26, 2016
The Rockaway Times
Tennis Court
Dear Editor:
This was sent to the Office
of the Inspector General, NYC
School Construction Authority:
Dear Inspector General (Ma-
ria Mostjo):
I am calling for an investiga-
tion of where the 4.9 million
dollars that was allocated to
Beach Channel High Schools
was spent.
I am a resident of Rockaway
and our local tennis courts at
Beach Channel High School
have been in need of repair for
the past several years. These
courts were in poor condi-
tion prior to the devastation of
Sandy and have only contin-
ued to deteriorate after Sandy.
According to reports, The Of-
fice of School Construction
Authority was awarded more
than 4.9 million dollars in fed-
eral grant money from FEMA
to Beach Channel High School
to clean up the School and the
surrounding area.
As of today the courts are un-
safe to play on. Why have these
courts been allowed to dete-
riorate to these unsafe levels?
Who is responsible for the care
andmanagement of the courts?
When was the last scheduled
maintenance on these courts?
When will the courts be sched-
uled for an overhaul? Why
are the Rockaway Residents
and especially the students of
Beach Channel High School
being subjected to these poor
Over the last nine months I
have written to State Senators
Schumer and Gillibrand, New
York State Assembly Phillip
Goldfeder and New York City
Council Member Eric Ulrich.
Phillip Goldfeder was the only
person who responded that
he would investigate the sit-
uation. I have also called the
School Construction Authority
and left messages for Gordon
Tung and Daniel Schaaff and
have gotten no return calls. I
will continue to pursue this
matter until the residents of
Rockaway have tennis courts
that are equal or better than
those in other surrounding
Jeanette Calciano
Another Take
Dear Editor:
With response to the Ferry
Sensible letter in the May 19,
2016 edition of The Rockaway
Times, I have a few comments.
Everyone in Rockaway knows
that there were many people
fighting for our ferry, includ-
ing Laura Deckelman. Laura
worked tirelessly on getting
our ferry back even when so
many gave up when we lost
our ferry. Laura never gave up
and continued to send emails,
tweets and make phone calls.
She hounded the politicians
for meetings and was grant-
ed them. In my opinion she is
a large part of why we got the
ferry back. I am sure if some-
one were to check the names of
those who signed the petition,
they would find the names of
others who worked hard for
our ferry. I believe Laura never
asked for the dock to be named
after her but it was the people
who put her name forward.
Saying that 1,600 signatures is a
small percentage of the 100,000
people who live on the penin-
sula is a small percentage, but
when have 1,600 people on this
peninsula ever agreed on an-
ything? Rockaway already has
a tribute to those of our loved
ones who died on 9/11 called
Tribute Park where I go all the
time and remember the fallen.
Rockaway also has many he-
roes so how would we pick one
of them if that were the way to
go? My vote today, tomorrow
and the day after will be for
Laura Deckelman.
Kathy McLoughlin
DOT Misleads
Dear Editor:
DOT continues to lie and
mislead the public regarding
the proposed Woodhaven Se-
lect Bus Service route and ap-
parently your reporter is one of
their victims. In her May 19th
article, Katie McFadden stated
the number of left turn restric-
tions were reduced from about
12 to 5 in the city’s updated
plan. The numbers shown in
DOT’s latest report shows the
numbers were reduced from
18 to 6 since April 2015, but
Moms Owed
Dear Editor:
Thank you for the Boyleing
Points “Mother’s Day” arti-
cle, “Owed More Than A Day”
(5/5/15). It touched upon feel-
ings that were only half-buried
during the years and decades of
my life. In the early 1950s when
I was three months into being
8 and in the third grade of el-
ementary school, my broth-
er, sister, and I lost our father
Eugene to the curse of alcohol
abuse. It was Christmas Eve,
December 1953.
There was no heat in our
home, no food in the fridge,
and no presents under the tree.
When the bars closed at 3 a.m.,
Dad came staggering home
with more broken promises
and no money in his pockets.
My mother, who wished to
believe that the children still
mattered to him, who still be-
lieved in the power of prayer
and the mercy of God, was
sadly disappointed. An argu-
ment ensued that turned this
man into an angry drunk. He,
in his rage threw our prize, a
black and white TV where my
brother and I watched car-
toons, out the window.
In our beds, under the
blankets, Kathleen, Vincent,
and I could hear the crying,
the accusations, and his yell-
ing back, “To be left alone.”
He then picked up a kitch-
en chair and smashed it on
the table. My mother was a
short 5’3” Italian lady who
had been warned about the
Irish. Though they are cute,
handsome, charming beyond
belief, there is in their nature
a brutish violence that could
erupt at any time. Excessive
alcohol was the poison that
turned this big lug, my dad,
into a nasty drunk.
That night my mother put
my winter coat over my “Su-
perman” pajamas, over my
brother’s “Mickey Mouse”
PJs, and over my sister’s
princess nightgown. Moth-
er, pregnant with her fourth
child, then took us to her
friend’s house next door who
was awakened by the crash of
the TV. She borrowed some
money and we took a cab to
Grandma’s home. Grandma
Rose gathered us to her bos-
om with kisses and words of
comfort. When she put us to
bed, the nightmare of that
Christmas Eve was over. It
was Christmas Day and I felt
From that point on, we
were fatherless children with
the stigma of shame that we
had failed. Everyone else in
the neighborhood, every-
one else in my life at that
time seemed to have a happy
1950s TV family. Ma, Pa, and
some kids. I felt the pain of
that loss then and sometimes
I still do, but from that day
on my mother, bless her, be-
came the lioness that would
bare her fourth child, find
a job, feed us, clothe us, all
while she modestly held her
head up above the shame of
a broken marriage. She may
have felt alone, at times over-
whelmed, but she was our
hero, our Wonderwoman.
All four of us went on to col-
lege, marriages, careers and
lives where we coped with
the storms of life with brave
hearts. My mother taught
us how to find happiness in
a world that can be unkind.
She did this by showing us
how to love and be loved.
Years later, we rewarded her
with eight grandchildren, ba-
bies that were like puppies –
curious and adorable.
So on this Mother’s Day,
Kevin, as you remember the
loss of your father when you
were 11 years old and cele-
brate your mother’s struggles,
strength, and her courage as
she cared for her six children,
I too say, as you wrote, Mothers
are “Owed More Than A day.”
Your words have the power
to inspire. Thank you. (If pub-
lished, my name may not be
used. Sign it, Anonymous)
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