40 years ago
It’s been a while since we went to the store in our head. Time now to wind back to 1970 and 1970 prices when Ed’s Way (formerly White Way) Food Mart offered these items at these wallet-friendly numbers:
U.S.D.A. Choice Round Steak, 95 cents lb.; Fancy Jonathan Apples, 3 lb. bag, 49 cents; Oscar Mayer Sliced Bacon, 1 lb. pkg., 98 cents; Russet Baking Potatoes, 10 lb. bag, 69 cents (coupon); Country’s Delight Fat-Free Milk, 1/2 gal., 39 cents; Bird’s Eye Cool Whip, small cartons, 4 for $1; Maxim Freeze-Fried Instant Coffee, 8 oz. jar, $1.29 (coupon); Scot Towels, big rolls, 3 for 75 cents (coupon); Heinz Tomato Ketchup, 14 oz. bottle, 19 cents (coupon).
From the Sept. 16, 1970 Forest Park Review
30 years ago
Our fair village is not usually a place of strikers. Hence, it was news when employees and families of police officers and firefighters hoisted pickets and marched in front of village hall. The point of the “informational” picketing was to inform the public that the strikers had not been treated fairly in wage talks with the village council. To emphasize their grievance, many placards urged responding drivers to blow their horns. Saturday, Sept. 13 marked the strikers second week of demonstrations.
At issue was the failure of police and fire department workers to gain the proposed living wage increases of 8.5, 7 and 7 percent over the next three years. Horns beeped and one striker said, “Through no fault of ours we are losing big in the race against inflation.” Another picketer told of a council “that was dictating and not negotiating in its dealings with us.”
From the Sept.17, 1980 Forest Park Review
20 years ago
A man walked into a convenience store here at 3:20 a.m. The woman behind the counter was confronted with a knife and the announcement, “This is a stick-up!” The offender then checked the rear door to make sure no one else was around. While he was gone, she pressed the silent alarm. The fellow returned, brandished his knife and told her to lie down on the floor while he pawed through the open register, fishing out its contents -$195.
After he left she called 911 only to learn the police had not received her call for help. A police officer arrived to get the report and checked the alarm system finding that it did not work. Neither party could clearly be faulted, however. After all, how can you be sure an alarm isn’t working until it doesn’t work?
Moral: Keep your batteries fresh, keep your $195 and help nail a midnight stranger.”
From the Oct. 6, 1990 Forest Park Review
10 years ago
This time it’s 1:27 a.m. and not a convenience store, but a restaurant bar – the perfect hour for a stupid, alcohol-fueled brawl. The booze had spread throughout the systems of four bored saps who had no better way of ending the night than to rage, rage against the dying of the light – and cap it with a fight.
Before it was called a wrap the combatants had wreaked several thousand dollars worth of damage to the Oak Leaf Lounge on Harrison. I took a vow of silence not to report such human stupidity, but this one was in a league of its own. On arrival, local police were met by about 150 people milling about in front of the business and on the street. Several persons were bleeding from facial wounds – the result of fighting or flying glass.
They told of a fight that broke out over a young woman (old script). Bottles got tossed, people got hit, more bottles were tossed until the assemblage spilled out the front door. One partygoer had fallen heavily on a Toyota sedan, smashing the rear window. Four celebrants were taken to the hospital and four more were arrested. Inside, booths were damaged, chairs broken and the bar was covered with splintered glass.
Up to a point, a good time was had by all.From the Oct. 11, 2000 Forest Park Review
Bob was born in Yonkers, N.Y., in 1932. His family encouraged him to join the Air Force (ours) during the Korean War. There, he fell into the clutches of Barbara Miles. They still have two world-class daughters, Jill and Cara. “Each of the four of us likes the other three of us,” says Bob.