There Used To Be A Boardwalk Here
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- Опубліковано 10 лют 2008
- This video is a tribute to Beach 35th Street, and the Rockaway Beach of the past, a place that no longer exists. Ben Budick, Far Rockaway High School Class of 1967 has written a tribute to a time and a place long gone, but which lives on in our collective memories.
Not enough words- The Best- schools, people, places, stores, community, friends! We had it all!! Long live our Rockaway Memories! Rockaway forever!!!
Was looking for memories...and I found them. I grew up on the Boardwalk. My dad, Jerry of Jerry's Knishes, passed away on April 23, 2018. I glimpsed his famous knish store at
Always bittersweet - these pics, memories, music. Seems like a lifetime ago - growing up in Rockaway in the 60s. Fills me with sadness and a certain glow of times passed. Thank God I was drawn to the beach all seasons of the year....rain, sleet, sun and snow - I was there practically daily with our dog, walking with the flying seagulls crying overhead. I thank God for the beautiful memories.
Ben Budick passed away on January 29, 2016. Thank you for your beautiful song. Every time I listened to it, it brought back all my treasured memories of this place so many of us loved. Now when I listen to it, you will be a very special part of my memories. R.I.P Ben. I will miss you.
I still live here in Rockaway, nearly 63 years now, I always said I was going to shake this town but here I am, still here, I guess I have "sand in my shoes." I have found a new love for Rockaway tho, I look at the sunrise and the sun set and I go back to this time and it is heaven for me as it once was.
Wow..it brings back memories. Used to live on 32nd and Beach Channel. Walk to the beach...miss jerry's kinishes!
All my childhood memories are in that wonderful time and era in Rockaway .This clip brings me back in that time for a while . xoxoxo
I grew up at 147th & RBB. Fascinating to see the Rockaways as they used to be.
Nicely done.
Thank you Ben you will never be forgotten
FRHS grad, class of 70. thanks for the video. Makes my heart ache but not in a sad way but in a golden garden of sweet memories. Probably I have on rose colored glasses but so what? This is the blessing of growing up in Rockaway in the 50's and 60's. No one can ever take the boardwalk, the beach, the fireworks, the tuckee cups and the skee ball outta your heart!
I am now 74 years old and living in Phoenix but grew up in Queens and still remember when my father took us to Rockaway for the summers.....and, of course, Playland.....Things have changed a lot since those days, unfortunately, for the worse.
Rockaway is a peninsula that is still GREAT. Essentially it has NOT changed.....beach, sand, sky, surf, sunsets, salt air....still there...
Now that's a real Rockaway phrase! My father always said "You can leave, but you'll always have sand in your shoes." I'm 57, but I remember the Beachcomber. Remember the White House?
Me too. Oh Rockaway was just glorious in her day wasn't she. I remember being a teenager and haning out in the Beachcomber with the juke box playing "Mr. Postman" by the Marvelettes and me doing the wabble? LOL. We used to leave our door open because no one had air conditioning back then and the cool summer breeze blowing from the beach rushed through the door and kept us cool. We always watched out for each other as neighbors. We were truly an American community.
Thank you Ben
Still one of the saddest/sweetest songs I have ever heard...Miss you Ben.
Great Video - Great Memories! Thank You
Oh how I remember this. We were a different world back then. Oh how I wish I could go back. We didn't have television, we had radio and family, on Wednesday night there would be fire works and on Sundays families would go walking on the Boardwalk and they'd be music bands and conversation, oh yes we had our wild ones, but the biggest harm we ever did was drink beer under the boardwalk.
My mom said there was a movie theater around Bch 35 Street where Jerry's Knishes and the bumper cars were. She said you had to go downstairs to get to it--in the 1950s.
Not only is the sand between your toes in Rockaway . Rockaway is in your soul . For those of us that many a year ago . Our home is that sand and that sand is your soul