We met

Sandra Hyman Feigenbaum

We Met
We were introduced by her Uncle Abe, who worked in our 5 & 10 in Lindenhurst. He invited the both of us to dinner at his apartment in Queens. We hit it off fairly well, saw each other very frequently and fell in love. After knowing her for 6 weeks, I picked her up one evening and took her for a ride to Plum Beach, a nice deserted parking area. I moved the front seat of the Chevy as far back as it would go, got down on a knee and proposed. She accepted. We rushed home to tell her parents and found that her mother had severely cut her hand on a glass, had stitches and was so doped up that she had no idea what we were saying. I told my folks the next day. Sandy's first meeting with my parents was memorable, but not auspicious. She had stopped in Main St., Farmingdale to pick up a small gift for my mother. When she presented it, my father saw that it came from the Steven's Shoppe, owned by Joe Holtzman, his greatest enemy. Assuming that everyone in the world, certainly in New York State, knew of this emnity, he ranted, raved and spewed some very unkind things. Sandy ran off and cried. Eventually he calmed down, my mother read him the riot act, and he apologized. He and Sandy became great friends.		April 29, 1951. Sandy Hyman and I, Stanley Feigenbaum, at 165 Oakview Avenue in Farmingdale, Long Island. 1952	1952 1952

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1952. Before the porch was removed in the renovation.	1952	Preparing Seder at the Hyman's, April 1952.	1952