Thanks for the memories, and may you rest in peace. I loved him at every stage of his career.
I’m sure that where Julie is now, it’s “gloriously sunny in the WNEW area,” and they’re playing lots of recordings by “Sadie’s brother.” I listened to him every afternoon. His cheerfulness made the day brighter. William B. was erudite. Ted Brown was zany. Julie was warm and comfortable, like a good friend. I remember the recordings he played of his young son Christopher, barely able to talk, but imitating Julie’s singing of the first lines of “The Good Life,” and how he loved enunciating his daughter’s name, “Maria Loo-CHEE-ah La-ROSA.” He always ended his show by saying, “Be good to yourself.” I’m sure the Lord is now being very good to him. Rest in peace, Julie. And thanks for all those wonderful afternoons from 1 to 4 on WNEW!
This is Julie’s daughter. Thanks for the happy memories. I can’t believe I’d forgotten how he referred to himself as Sadie’s brother. I think I’m going to takeover the Be Good to Yourself tag line. It was a good one.
Thanks, Maria, happy to hear from you! Your Dad brought joy to so many people! I remember him explaining once that he felt awkward saying, “That was my record,” or “This is me singing.” So he’d play “Brooklyn Roads” and then say, “That was Sadie’s brother.” Just thinking about him makes me smile!
You are so welcome. Aunt Sadie just passed away this week, I guess she wanted to be closer to her brother. You made me smile too. Thanks again.
Roland Chapdelaine was one of WNEW’s most appreciative listeners, and it’s especially appropriate to have heard from him about Julius’s kindness and graciousness. I remember a wonderful letter from Roland after the blackout in 1977, when the power went out in New York City, but stayed on in New Jersey, where WNEW’s transmitter kept pumping out those 50 kilowatts. Engineer Dom Papale segue’d records until Bob Jones could get there, and Jonathan Schwartz and I handled news and commentary about the blackout back in darkened Manhattan. Roland was one of those who listened through the night and then took the trouble to write and tell us.
Andy, I’m so honored you remember my letter of 39 years ago! I inherited my love of WNEW from my Mom, a daily listener since the days of Martin Block. I still miss the station,- it was the soundtrack of my life! By the way, I still have the note you wrote back to me in 1977. You said reading my letter cheered up Jonathan, whose Red Sox had lost that day! Thank you for your kind words, then and now!
I am Dick Partridge’s daughter…and used to say “Hello New York’! On his show on NEW…I welcome anyone that remembers him.. He is still here and hopefully I’ll see him soon
I certainly remember your dad, Lauren. He was one of the most versatile people on the WNEW staff, hosting the “Milkman’s Matinee” one night, then reading afternoon newscasts a couple of days later.
It was 54 years ago that I started at WNEW as an errand boy in the newsroom. To me, the announcers were stars and heroes, the real people behind the voices on the greatest of all radio stations.
I remember your dad sitting in the announcers’ lounge, impeccably dressed in sport jacket, slacks, and white shirt, waiting to do a perfect job of reading the next newscast. I wish I had had the opportunity to know him better.
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