(Stan Isaacs, longtime sports writer and feature columnist at Newsday, is leaving East Hills in March with his wife Bobbie to settle into The Quadrangle community in Haverford, PA to be near their children and grandchildren. These are some of their reminiscences after living at 2 Overlook Terrace in East Hills for almost 40 years.)

When we moved into what I laughingly called our baronial estate in June 1965, friends had sport with us because we were moving into a house with a pool.

In recognition of the pool and the Roslyn High tennis courts across the street, some friends snuck up to our lawn and planted a sign that read, "Isaacs Swim and Tennis Club."

Imagine our surprise when, not long afterward, two policemen came to our door and informed us about the sign and told us "commercial establishments are not allowed in this neighborhood." We assured the police that we didn't know about the sign, that it was our friend's joke and that we would take it down. They nodded, but didn't leave until they saw us take it down.

When we moved in, our next-door neighbor, Bill Klor, was building a large sailboat in his backyard. He came over to ascertain that we wouldn't mind any of the noise from his pounding. We were delighted to see the progress made on the craft, which he called Many Moons because it took so long to build. And we all watched with awe as it was carted down to Roslyn Harbor and put into the water.

Though we lived just across the street from Roslyn High, it was not unusual for two of our girls to be late for their first class...Our daughter, Ann, recalls the time she cut classes to go down to the railroad station and watch the filming of the movie, Up the Sandbox, with Barbra Streisand...Over the years its seemed that the high school kids got younger-not, of course, that we were getting older....In connection with a column I wrote about the highest point in Nassau County, I dragged my complaining family all the way up into Country Estates to the vicinity of Ash and Heather Drives to reach that exalted spot.

I enjoyed watching a few Roslyn High football games each season, admiring the plucky band of parents and friends who cheered for teams that were more likely to be overwhelmed than bask in victory. The cheerleaders, however enthusiastic, rarely watched the actual game action and too often urged the Roslyn boys, "We want a touchdown,"--when the other team had the ball.

We treasured the Bryant Library for its rich programs and its audio collection that rivaled that of the New York Public Library...I spent many hours chewing the fat about our sporting life and times in the hot stove gathering spot that was the Bookmarx store on Lincoln Ave...I also indulged in baseball colloquy with Yankee fan Steve Strunk at the Roslyn Heights post office...Mailmen Barry and Fred were among our favorite people....We enjoyed lunches at The Jolly Fisherman and Going Places in Roslyn town...And we loved taking our kids and then our grandkids to frolic at the duck pond and playground of Roslyn Park.

In 1979 the redoubtable Fred Klein of Roslyn Estates promoted a 24-hour relay marathon on the Roslyn High track. I was the slowest of the 10 runners who took turns holding the baton as we negotiated the track for 24 hours....For many years I was among the regulars jogging on the track in the morning and we were rewarded with T-shirts saying, "Roslyn Walkie Talkies" by Burt Alpert. When Alpert died, a brunch was held in his honor and funds raised to erect a water fountain with a plaque in his honor adjoining the track.

Our dog, Cyrus Warmheart, helped raise our three daughters. From our daily walks people in the neighborhood came to associate us with our beautiful golden retriever. Cyrus had one skill: he would pick up the newspaper from our driveway every morning, rewarded with a dog biscuit. One morning, when our paper didn't arrive, he went across the street and retrieved the paper from the Zibners. Another day I was given a summons because Cyrus, who also accompanied me on some jogs through Fairfield Park, allegedly did his business on a lawn. When I mentioned this to District Attorney Denis Dillon, he said, "You should have said it was your dump because there is no ordinance against a person doing that." Daughter Ellen remembers during her walks with Cyrus "seeing the volunteer firemen practicing on Round Hill Road. It was exciting to watch them time themselves in racing to the truck, unfurling the hose, hooking it up to the hydrant."

We took nightly walks in our Fairfield Park section that once was the polo fields owned by financier Otto Kahn; we were told Will Rogers was among those who played there. It was because of this that the restaurant now known as Trattoria Di Meo was long known as the Polo Bar. Because of our location and the fact I was a New York Giants fan, we had a plaque on our house that read: "Polo Grounds."...Our nightly walks usually included a stop-in at the Levines on Fairfield Lane. Neighbors watching us wearing reflector jackets lest we not be seen by cars either hailed us or looked on us as the odd couple. My wife, who cycled in the neighborhood in the mornings, once heard a neighbor say, "Here comes the bicycle lady."

Jonathan Cheris and Richard Blatt, the terrific twosome of Overlook Terrace, emerged as local heroes for fighting the good fight that brought back the two mailboxes taken from Fairfield Park by the post office authorities. A nod as well to East Hills Mayor Michael Koblenz and the office of Rep. Gary Ackerman.

Bobbie Isaacs leaves behind the garden project inspired by Carolyn Horowitz of Rock Hill Road. A dozen or so residents grew vegetables on a piece of land made available on the grounds of the East Hills village property. For each of the past two years they sent some 650 pounds of vegetables to the Interfaith Nutrition Network that provides lunch for people in need.

I believe there was a suggestion at one of the community meetings to change the name of Fairfield Park because it didn't have panache. My suggestion that we call it "Fairfield on Expressway" ended that discussion... Dick Zibner, an artistic carver of birds, beautified the neighborhood by carving a bird from a dead tree on his front lawn across the street, winning the admiration of passers-by.

We will take with us particular memories of the family and friends who came to our house because we made every visitor-grandkids, mailmen, plumber--pose with our little teddy bear for a gallery of people-with-teddy-bear photo books.

One of our fondest memories was the wedding of our oldest daughter, Nancy, held in our backyard and around the pool. My wife fretted for weeks lest the rains come down on that special June day. It turned out to be fine, a glorious sun-splashed day.

And we will think back on our time in Roslyn Heights as some of the sunniest days of our life.