Sleepy Hollow
Friday, 30 July 2010
On Wednesday, July 21 Mahopac National Bank in Sleepy Hollow celebrated with guests and staff the renovation of its Beekman Avenue branch.
The bank lobby has been beautifully redesigned, including new teller stations, offices and a warm and inviting atmosphere throughout.
Written by Henry John Steiner Friday, 25 June 2010
Until now, I have considered the old-time graduates of Tarrytown and Sleepy Hollow as those who walked the venerable halls of Washington Irving High School and North Tarrytown High School. But it's time for me to face the fact that my alma mater, Sleepy Hollow High, has begun to admit candidates to the rolls of the "old-timers." Sleepy Hollow High School opened in 1957.
In 1957, at the age of ten, Rodney Rodriguez came to Tarrytown from Sancti Spiritus, Cuba. The Rodriguez family was among the first Cuban families in town, anticipating the wave of Cuban immigration that would begin only a few years later. The family moved into "the Cliff House," a large white apartment building. Today the site is occupied by the condominiums above Cottage Place and along Main Street. Rod lived with his father Julio, his mother Arminda, and his sister Yolanda. A few years later, his father bought a house at 98 Main Street.
Rodney attended the public schools, learning all the course material as he contended with the language barrier. By high school, he had learned enough English to overcome his disadvantage.
Written by Robert Bonvento Friday, 25 June 2010
To say that the Sleepy Hollow Police Department has an image problem would be regarded as a palpable truth. To say that certain of its members past and present have acted in ways that bring discredit to those in “blue” is equally truthful. Rising above local law enforcement and looking at the Federal Bureau of Investigation and its handling of a case against Sleepy Hollow Detective Jose Quinoy, the truth reflects that Catherine Pena an FBI agent (who has been removed as lead agent), gave conflicting testimony about evidence she had gathered that was either tampered with, destroyed, or plain discarded.
Written by Norman J. Sissman Friday, 25 June 2010
When I was a kid, some 70 odd years ago, my friends and I were annoyed by, and frequently mocked, seniors who gave us advice about life starting with, “When I was a kid…” Now, the editor of the River Journal has asked me to write a little piece about my kidhood and graduation. How could I refuse; annoyance matures!
When I was a kid, there were no computers, no cell phones, no copying machines, no Google, no text messaging, no Power Point, no CDs or DVDs; even television hadn’t been invented. Special entertainment was via a plugged-in home radio; to see a movie you had to go to a theater (at the big price of 15 cents). Traveling anywhere by airplane was a rare special deal. There were no atom bombs, no drones, no supersonic fighter jets. We listened to big bands and jazz: Paul Whiteman, Tommy Dorsey, Harry James, Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington. Our earliest years were dominated by the Great Depression; our teens by the Second World War (now ancient history, I’m sure, for grade-schoolers). But American morale was high.
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