This story was written by my mother, Frances Cohen, in October 2010. What better day to publish than on Halloween!
By 1958, Bill and I were settled with our four children in our home in Keeseville.
Bill was very civic minded and president of the town’s Chamber of Commerce. That spring, he received a letter from a young optometrist who had just completed his time in the military. Dr. Jerome Resnick was interested in opening a practice in upstate New York and wanted to know what Keeseville had to offer.
Bill immediately wrote back a glowing letter about our small town. He stated that people in surrounding communities liked to shop in Keeseville as it was a thriving community with many retail stores and a large factory that manufactured television cabinets. Many doctors had practices in Keeseville, but there were no other eye doctors. Bill also said that Dr. Resnick would love living in Keeseville’s location. It was on beautiful Lake Champlain with its opportunities for boating, fishing, and swimming. There were three golf courses nearby, and if the doctor liked to ski, Lake Placid and Whiteface Mountain were less than an hour away. “Most importantly,” Bill stated, “half the population of Keeseville wore glasses and the other half needed them.” Bill ended the letter with an invitation for Dr. Resnick to visit Keeseville and stay as a guest of the chamber in a local hotel so the young doctor could learn more about the community.
Two weeks later, Dr. Resnick arrived, and as promised, Bill and other members of the chamber showed him around. The young doctor was impressed and asked if office space was available. Only one store on the main street of town was available to be converted into an office, but Bill gave him the name of a reasonable contractor. By the end of the summer, with Bill commandeering the construction, the office was completed, and Dr. Resnick was settled in an apartment and was ready for his new patients.
By this time, “Jerry” was a friend of the family. During one of his visits to our house, Jerry confided in us that his parents, who were from the New York City area, were very unhappy about his move to what they considered a small hick town in upstate New York. Jerry was encouraging them to come for a visit and see for themselves that he was happy, business was good, and the people in Keeseville, especially the Cohens, were wonderful, friendly, refined people.
Fall came, and with it came an invitation for Bill and me to attend a Halloween costume party at friends’ house the Saturday before October 31. Since parking was difficult at the hosts’ house, Bill and I arranged for neighbors to pick us up at 6:45 p.m.Everyone, including Bill and I, invited tothe party really enjoyed putting together the outfits for the costume party. The night of the party, the two of us were upstairs in our bedroom getting into our costumes. I had chosen to dress as Sadie Thompson, a “lady of the night,” who was a main character in a popular movie of the day. I was garbed in a very tight, low-cut sweater and a very short skirt. My hair was heavily teased, and I wore tons of eye make-up and lots of cheap jewelry. Bill was dressed as a hobo complete with size 52 pants tied with a rope, a ratty shirt covered with patches, a wig with a huge bald spot surrounded by lots of orange hair, and a clown nose that honked. An empty rum bottle finished the look.
At quarter of seven, our children called up to tell us that someone was at the door. Thinking it was our neighbors, we decided to make a grand entrance. I sashayed down the stairs, swinging my hips and twirling my pocketbook to beat the band. Bill stumbled behind me, taking swigs of his “rum” and honking his nose.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs, we were mortified to realize that the “someone at the door” was not our neighbors but Jerry and his parents, who stared with utter horror at the “wonderful, friendly, and refined” Cohens!
After a long moment of stunned silence, Jerry introduced us to his folks, and we hastily explained our appearance. Our neighbors, also costumed, soon arrived, and we were whisked off to the party, but not before we invited the Resnicks to dinner the next day to meet the real Cohens.
Jerry’s parents must have been somewhat appeased. Jerry kept his office for another 30 years until his retirement. When he married, he and his wife Lil remained our friends. But every Halloween, Bill and I remember our unforgettable Halloween almost fifty years ago.
A version of this article originally appeared in the Jewish World News, a bi-weekly subscription-based newspaper in upstate New York.
Picture of Bill and Fran Cohen “out of costume” is from Marilyn Cohen Shapiro’s photo library.
Photo below is movie poster of Gloria Thompson as Sadie Thompson. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.