new batch of old photos turned up recently (6/03), when my cousin
this web site and sent me an envelope filled with yellowed and
fading snapshots of the family from the 30's.
see. How is May related? Her father, Joe Clayman, was a cousin
to my grandmother, Yetta Sherman. So, that made Joe a cousin
once removed to my mother? Well, anyway, the Claymans and the
Shermans were pretty tight and I grew up calling them Uncle
Joe and Aunt
Anna. They had one child, a daughter named May who was a few
years older than I. They lived in Hempstead, as did we. Uncle
Joe owned a dry cleaning and tailor shop on Main Street right
in the village. In fact, I remember that the Long Island Railroad
tracks ran right behind his shop and as a kid, I used to enjoy
standing in his rear door watching the trains come into the station.
In the 30's and 40's the station was located several blocks to
the south of its present location. And, the trains were pulled
by honest to God real live coal burning steam engines. I really
enjoyed watching those steam belching, smelly, noisy machines
as they rolled past the shop door.
Claymans had a maid. Hazel was a young African-American teenaged
girl, who knocked at their door, looking for work. May was an
infant and they were happy to have some one to help look after
her. Over the years Hazel became a beloved member of their family
and she extended that love and compassion to all of the rest
let's look at these old photos.