The Biography of Herman Shooster

growing up. The first was Evelyn Boyle. I worshiped her from the time I was about thir- teen until I was sixteen. I thought I was truly in love. That’s when I fell in love with anoth- er girl who worked as a car-hop at Shooster’s. Her name was Carol Marker. I never told any of these girls about my feelings. I am not sure if I was afraid, or maybe I just did not have enough self-confidence. As much as I liked Carol, I only took her out once or twice. Ruth married one of her college professors, and Carol married a victim of the war who became a quadriplegic. My brother’s wife, Ida, passed the news to me in a letter during the war. She was the girl I thought of while I was far away. I think both Ruth and Evelyn died young. My best friend during those college years

was Marty Shulman. Marty lived in Phila- delphia where he worked with his father and brother, Harry, running a small a trucking company called Schulman Trucking. Marty and I rented an apartment in the late 40’s. That is where we took dates to hang out. In 1949, I graduated from Temple. I remember the conversation I had with my father about what I should do next. He wisely set me up with Melvin Feinberg, a local real estate broker. It was his way of suggesting a life in real estate. America was booming. The Great Depres- sion was over. I earned a college degree; kept working; the family was growing; everything seemed like it was going to be just fine. In a couple of years, my life would change forever.

Caption: Watch the hand puhleeze, Herman late 1940’s

Caption: Take off those glasses - too late. Herman with friends late 1940’s

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