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Dedicated to the memory of Old West Annville and the people who lived there around the first half of the 20th century. They were mostly Italian immigrants. They came from Italy and worked in the limestone quarries west of Annville and raised their families. This web site is a tribute to the ethnic groups that settled in and around Annville: the Germans or Pennsylvania Dutch who farmed the land, the Italians who later worked the quarries, and to all those who lived in old West Annville and perhaps grew up there in the early 1900's. Be sure to visit Friends Of Old Annville at: www.FOOA.org
Your host for this web site is yours truely, Ammon "Poogie" Balaster, now known affectionately or otherwise as Dr. Pooge. I'll try to keep this going and up to date but we need your input. We need your pictures and your memories, your stories. So browse through the web site and read the emails. Look at the old pictures. It will surely bring back many memories. Send us those memories in an email. And look through your old albums or shoe boxes full of pictures and send or upload any old pictures you might have of the Old West Annville gang. Scan your pictures and email them to me at ammonbalaster@yahoo.com or send me copies and I'll scan them. You can send me original photos but I'm concerned that they could get lost in the mail or damaged. I have also set up the Old West Annville group on yahoo. You can join the group right now at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/OldWestAnnville/ . You can actually upload your pictures right into your own album for every body to view. I'm not sure how many we can post before we run out of space so I'll keep the www.OldWestAnnville.com site up as our official web site. You can also email everybody in the group any time you want simply by sending your email to OldWestAnnville@yahoogroups.com . Your email will also be automatically posted at the Old West Annville group site. So please join the Old West Annville group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/OldWestAnnville/ and join in on the email chatter. It's great fun and great memories. Viewing: For best viewing your display should be set to 1024 X 768 high color (16 bit) or true color (24bit). To set your display click on Start (lower left corner of your screen), Settings, Control Panel. Then double click on Display, choose the Settings tab. Set you screen area to 1024 X 768 and Colors to High or True Color. Then click Apply and OK. I've organized the pictures into albums so that it will open faster and so you can navigate through them easier. I may change things from time to time but for now I will post general email dialogue here with links to the picture albums. I will try to include emails and commentary that relate to the pictures in with the pictures. I have identified each album by the person who sent in the pictures. If you scroll down to the picture albums you see an old picture of a young Charlie Mariani playing the accordion. When you click on that picture it will take you to all the pictures that Charlie contributed along with comments and stories about the pictures. You can return to this home page by clicking the return text at the top or bottom of the picture album. That will bring you back here and you can then click on another album and enjoy.
HOW ABOUT A DEDICATION OF THE "BOOK" TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO LIVED IN
OLD WEST ANNVILLE,, THROUGH GOOD AND BAD TIMES,,,, LAUGHTER AND
TEARS, WHO STRUGGLED AND ASSIMILATED INTO SOCIETY, RAISED THEIR
CHILDREN WELL AS GOOD, SOLID CITIZENS OF THE USA.. THAT IS THEIR
LEGACY.. GOD BLESS THEM....
JOHN OLD WEST ANNVILLE
An introduction by Charlie Mariani
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Great pictures from the 2006
Great pictures from the 2008
More to come! I mentioned to John, the Spaghetti Suppers we used to have at the old St. Paul's church. This was his reply:FROM JOHN: I SURE DO REMEMBER THE SPAGHETTI SUPPERS...... AT THE OLD CHURCH ON MAIN STREET,, THEN,,, JOHN MICOZZI WAS THE "HEAD CHEF" AND MADE MOST OF THE SAUCE.... TODAY, THEY MIX EVERYONE'S SAUCE TOGETHER AND IT RESULTS IN A GREAT TREAT.. THE SPAGHETTI SUPPERS ARE STILL HELD ANNUALLY ON ELECTION DAY VOLUNTEERS FROM THE CHURCH ROLL MEATBALLS THE NIGHT BEFORE,, AND IT PRODUCES LOTS OF REVENUE FOR THE PARISH.. ALL OF ANNVILLE LOOKED FORWARD TO ST PAUL'S SPAGHETTI SUPPERS... AND LOTS OF PEOPLE STILL BRING CONTAINERS FOR "TAKE OUT" ORDERS.. THAT'S THE MOST "ITALIAN" THING ABOUT ST. PAUL'S TODAY........BUT AS WE SIT IN CHURCH WE'RE ALWAYS REMINDED OF THE ITALIAN IMMIGRANTS WHO WORKED AND SOME DIED,, IN THE STONE QUARRIES.. OUR ALTER IS MADE OF LIMESTONE.. AND WHEN THE CHURCH WAS DEDICATED IN 1981, MY FATHER CARRIED A PIECE OF LIMESTONE UP TO THE ALTAR, TO REMIND EVERYONE OF GENESIS OF THE PARISH AND THE ORGINAL FOUNDERS OF ST PAUL'S PARISH.. CIAO JOHN FROM JOHN: CHARLIE, WHAT WONDERFUL PICTURES YOU SENT TO DR POGIE.......I REMEMBER
LOTS OF THOSE PEOPLE,,, WHO WAS FRANK MARIANI?? I NEVER MET MY MOM'S
UNCLE ANTONIO FRATTAROLI, BUT I MET HIS SON, DAUGHTER IN LAW AND THEIR
CHILDREN IN BEFARO, ITALY WHERE THEY WERE ALL BORN WHEN I WAS THERE A LONG
TIME AGO. HIS SON, ALSO NAMED ANTONIO LIVED IN THE HOUSE WHERE MY MOM WAS
BORN IN BEFARO,, A SMALL VILLAGE NEAR THE ADRIATIC COAST.. THERE WERE A
FEW OTHER FRATTAROLI'S IN THAT VILLAGE, WHO WERE COUSINS OF MY
MOM'S...REMEMBER SKEEZIX AND LIZZIE QUINTILLI, WHO LIVED ACROSS FROM JUMBO
PEROTTI? I WONDER IF HIS WIFE MARCEL IS STILL LIVING,, HE BROUGHT
HER BACK FROM THE WAR,, SHE WAS FRENCH.,, AND WHEN HE BROUGHT HER AROUND
QUEEN STREET , WE WERE ALL ENTHRALLED WITH SEEING A LIVE FRENCH GIRL ,
WITH RUBY RED LIPS!!!. AND DO YOU REMEMBER, THAT IT WAS SAID THAT AMOS
NARDINI FLUNKED HIS PHYSICAL INTO THE SERVICE BECAUSE HE TOOK A LARGE DOSE
OF ASPIRINS BEFORE HIS TEST..??
WE HAD NEIGHBORS WHO RENTED PART OF OUR OLD HOUSE AT 539 W. QUEEN STREET,,
ALLEN AND ELSIE BLOUCH AND THEIR CHILDREN RUSSELL AND RENA MAE.... RUSSEL
WANTED TO GO TO THE "WHITE HALL" QUARRY SWIMMING WITH US ONE DAY AND HIS
MOM WOULDN'T LET HIM,,,,, SHE FINALLY GAVE IN, AND SAID BEFORE HE LEFT
WITH US,,"IF YOU GO OUT THERE AND GET DROWNED,, YOU'RE GETTING A DAMN GOOD
LICKING WHEN YOU GET HOME"!!!!!!! RUSSELL IS DECEASED AND RENA MAE
MARRIED CLAIR "COOKIE" HOSTETTER, AND THEY HAD A DAUGHTER THEY NAMED
"PALM"... THEY LIVE IN CAMP HILL,PA. NOW.., AND I PRESUME THEIR DAUGHTER
PALM IS MARRIED WITH HER OWN FAMILY.....................JOHN
From Pooge"
From Charlie: Hi Gang, From John: That's hilarious Charlie....Those Perotti guys were TOUGH guys.. If we could go back in time, I wonder what we would do differently... I think most of our friends remember most vividly, the Christmas Eve festivities up and down Queen street, going from house to house, drinking anisette, eating homemade cookies, eating, eating eating.... and staying up practically all night!! the OPEN HOUSES on Christmas Eve were wonderful... Ciao john
Date:
Sat, 25 Feb 2006 16:37:20 EST From CharlieMariani POLENTA, ABRUZZESE STYLE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGOOD Oh John,
click here for the picture albums ahhhhhhhhhhh YES,,, I REMEMBER LITTLE MR. ELI... BONNIE DROVE HIS BIG CADILLAC, WHEN SHE WAS HIS BOOKKEEPER... SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS THE CAT'S MEOW DRIVING THAT BIG CAR!!... ONE OF THE PAINFUL MEMORIES I HAVE AS A CHILD, PROBABLY IN FIFTH GRADE: MY MOM USED TO GET THE FLOWERED FEED BAGS THEY ONCE USED AT BRANDT'S MILL,,,,,,,AND MAKE US SHIRTS OUT OF THEM. WELL, SHE MADE ME A SHIRT ONCE, THAT WAS WHITE WITH TINY YELLOW FLOWERS ON IT,,, AND I WAS SO PROUD OF IT...THE FIRST DAY I WORE IT TO SCHOOL. A GUY IS MY CLASS, NOW DECEASED, MADE FUN OF THE SHIRT....I RAN ALL THE WAY HOME CRYING, AND CHANGED MY SHIRT OVER LUNCHTIME.....MY MOM WAS VERY RESOURCEFUL WITH THE SEWING MACHINE, AND SEWED OUR RIPPED PANTS, SHIRTS,, DARNED SOCKS, ETC ETC...... TO MAKE THEM LAST AS LONG AS POSSIBLE., AND EVEN ATTEMPTED TO MAKE SHIRTS FROM THE COLORFUL FEED BAGS SHE WOULD GET FROM THE MILL NEXT TO OUR OLD HOUSE. I GUESS DURING THE WAR THOSE COLORFUL BAGS WERE CHEAPER TO USE THAN BURLAP....I DON'T KNOW IF SHE BOUGHT THEM , OR IF MR. BRANDT WOULD GIVE THEM TO HER VERY CHEAPLY, OR FREE.... YOU KNOW, KIDS CAN BE VICIOUS AT HAT AGE....I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT THE HOLES IN THE BOTTOMS OF OUR SHOES,, AND PUTTING CARDBOARD IN OUR SHOES ACTING AS A TEMPORARY "SOLE" , UNTIL WE COULD AFFORD TO GO TO JOHNNY BATDORF'S AND GET A NEW PAIR...... BOY, HE SOLD EVERYTHING IN THAT OLD MUSTY SMELLING STORE!!!..................CIAO JOHN From Pooge
Wow, does that bring back memories! We
used to eat polenta on an old enamel/steel kitchen table we had in the
basement. We ate down there so no one would see us as you mentioned, Larry.
I remember Father Adair coming to eat polenta with
us several times. He loved it. Later we actually had polenta parties and
invited friends and neighbors. Frank Moore, of course, was always there and
sometimes Vicky (?) who lived in the west half of the house where the Windle's
lived.
I haven't had polenta like that since I left
home. I'll have to make some and invite the neighbors. That ought to get
some attention.
Ciao,
Dr. Pooge
Jackie DiAngelis joins in
Hi Johnny,
I have a few old photos of my family if you are interested in them. Here is
one of my great nonno & nonna Emilio and Elizabeth Valpioni DeAngelis. This
photo was taken in Levia's yard. I also have other photos that I don't have
scanned into my computer yet. When you come back home for a visit, if you
would like to see the photos that I have just let my mom (Betty Wible) know.
Friends are Angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble
remembering how to fly.
Click below to go to
From John:
Betty, That one picture is my POP,, and your mom,,, "my uncle
"baby" Vincenzo Spurigo, and my Aunt Dunell and your aunt
MABEL.......................... WOW THAT IS AN OLD ONE,, my mom must have
taken the picure,,, I don't know who your mom is holding,,, maybe
you?? JOHN CHARLIE,,,,,,,,,, YES, I THINK MY POP WAS EATING AN ICE CREAM CONE.... "UNCLE
WINGY".. HIS NAME WAS VINCENZO SPURIGO..... WAS A CHARACTER,, HE HAD A SPECIAL
LITTLE DANCE HE DID WHEN HE WAS DRUNK, ,WHICH WAS MOST OF TH E TIME,,, I THINK
HE "RETIRED" AT 40!!!!.. MY POOR AUNT DUNELL WORKED AT THE ONO DINER, AND
WALKED TO WORK IN SNOW,, RAIN, SLEET, ETC... THEY LIVED IN A LITTLE HOUSE IN
ONO,,,, THE SNOW BLEW UNDER THE FRONT DOOR IN WINTER.. WHEN WE VISITED THEM,,
I USED TO CRY, BECAUSE THEY HAD SUCH A DIFFICULT LIFE..... BUT THE KIDS ALL
TURNED OUT WELL,, WE HAVE A SPURIGO, FRATTAROLI, BERNARDO REUNION EVERY TWO
YEARS AT MY COUSIN LOUIE'S HOUSE IN SHEAFFERSTOWN........... FUN TIME!!... ON
THE PICTURE WITH MY POP,, THE LADY ON THE LEFT IS SADIE,, SHE'S HOLDING
MAFALDA.... BETTY IS MAFALDA'S SISTER,, DI ANGELO.......AND HER DAUGHTER
JACKIE IS SENDING THE PICTURES TO DR POOGE.. JACKIE LIVES IN THE HOUSE WHERE
RUSSO'S LIVED,, NEXT TO WHERE BETTY, RONALDO AND FRANKIE NOW LIVE.. ON S.
CHERRY STREET,, CIAO JOHN Click here for John's picture album
Does anybody recognize where this picture was taken>
In a message dated 2/28/2006 7:53:32 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
3/2/06
In a message dated 3/2/2006 9:02:43 A.M. Mountain Standard Time, larylori2@bellsouth.net
writes:
From Pooge 3/2/06
Hi Larry,
This has turned out better than I ever expected. It has brought all of
together after so many years and the memories are fantastic.
I forgot all about Frank Moore's nickname "Fishy". They were all close
friends. Fishy did a lot of work at our house too and was there for dinner
most every Thursday and Sunday for spaghetti. He could eat a pound all by
himself. I remember your Dad. He was very good friends with my Dad for
sure. I don't recall Joe Viozzi but I do remember a little man on Queen
Street (a few doors east of Fishy) who played the squeeze box. He had a funny
nickname. I'm sure you remember. Was that Joe? I don't think so.
Mom is doing great at 93. we had a wonderful time over Christmas. I'll tell
her that you and Lorraine send your regards but stop in to see her if you get
a chance. She would love it.
Larry, I'll be glad to scan your pictures and get them back to you. You can
mail them to me at:
Ammon Balaster
2 Lakeshore Park Road
Boulder, Colorado 80302
Ciao,
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 3/2/2006 2:56:34 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
Ha John, that's fantastic. I love it. You and Charlie
remember everybody. That's exactly right. I remember Shoemaker and I remember
Eva Jane Greenawalt. She was a year or two younger than me and a hot little
number at that age. What a cutie! I also remember a
tall funny skinny guy who tuned our piano and played the trumpet I believe.
Do you remember him?
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 3/2/2006 7:18:44 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
Hi John,
Yes, I remember Knobby but I remember his brother "Duper" or maybe "Dooper"
even better. Duper lused to come down to the store (Candori's Grocery)
rolling a tire. He was all black and dirty from rolling that tire around all
day. I was pretty little but I remember thinking how cool Duper must be
rolling a big old tire around. Duper lived right next to Smitty's junk yard
so there were plenty of old tires to choose from.
Dr Pooge
lol that's funny,,,,,,,, and one of the kids was called "honeyboy"
From
Charlie
In a message dated 3/3/2006 3:05:16 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
I think Duper was Herman, Ronald as I recall was smart and well dressed.
Was the oldest one James? My sister would know or Betsy or Tina.
Dr. Pooge
Dolores says his name was Eugene/ He push Dolores into a mud puddle on the way to school and got Dolores' dress all muddy. She didn't like him much after that. Duper had flunked first grade so he ended up in my sister Dolores' class. He came to school one day and the bell rang and the teacher saw that he had put something in his pocket. Mrs' Bomgardner, the first grade teacher, asked him to take it out of his pocket ......it was an ice cream cone. From
Tina Alonzo Candori: That's a very old log house. It was in bad shape with rotted clapboard siding and no paint. I suppose now it has vinyl or AL siding but it's still log under there.
Pooge
In a message dated 3/3/2006 5:17:35 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, CCANDORI
writes:
Thanks, Tina:
I do remember Sparkey and Lavera. They both had weird eyes, right. I
wonder if it was Sparkey that tuned our piano. Not that he was a piano
tuner or anything but I guess he had an ear. I'm not sure. I do remember
whoever came lived near there and they weren't Italian. He cam and brought
a case. We thought it was his tool case to tune the piano but when he was
finished, the case turned out held a horn. I think it was a trumpet. I
don't remember too much after that but I guess my Dad took out his guitar
and they played. Of course, Daddy would always sing. You could here him
blocks away.
Dr. Pooge
I think Sparkey was the guy who tuned our piano and he had a case with him when he came. We thought it was his piano tools but later, after he was done, he opened the case and he had a trumpet. So Daddy got out his gutar or banjo and they played some music.
In a message dated 3/3/2006 5:30:03 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
Yup, Tina.s right. Thanks for straightening that out. Dr. Pooge
DR POOGE.. EVA JANE WAS STILL A CUTIE LAST TIME I SAW HER!!... DON'T REMEMBER
THE PIANO TUNER,, WE HAD ONE WHO WAS AN OLF MAN,,AND HAD A GREAT BIG TUMOR
COMING OUT OF HIS NECK,,, IT WA LIKE A BIG BALL HANGING FROM HIS NECK,, WITH
BLOOD VEINS,, ETC,, IT WAS GRUESOME..I DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME. BUT HE TUNED
OUR PIANO,,, THE IRONIC THING IS THAT WE ALWAYS HAD A PIANO IN OUR "PARLOR" AT
THE OLD HOUSE AT 539 WEST QUEEN STREET,, BUT NO ONE COULD REALLY PLAY
IT,!!!,,,,,,, WE PLAYED WITH IT!! AND AT ONE POINT WE HAD A PLAYER PIANO WITH
PIANO ROLL.. WE WOULD POKE HOLES IN THE PAPER ROLL TO MAKE WIERD SOUNDS!! .
THERE WAS A LADY NAMED MRS. WILT WHO USED TO VISIT US, AND SHE PLAYED REAL
"HONKY TONK" STYLE PIANO!!
WE ALWAYS HAD A STUFFED PEACOCK IN OUR PARLOR... H.E MILLARD GAVE IT TO MY
DAD,,,,,I WONDER WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THAT BEAUTIFUL BIRD,,, IT HAD
BEAUTIFUL GREEN,S BLUES AND PURPLE COLORS IN ITS TAIL....
LARRY.. THAT PICTURE OF FRED PUTTING CHEESE ON THE POLENTA,, IN THE BOARD WAS
FANTASTIC!!!....THAT'S PROOF THAT WE ATE IT ON THE BOARD!!! I MADE SOME LAST
WEEK, AND HAD SOME NEIGHBORS IN WHO ARE AN ITALIAN COUPLE FROM CLEVELAND..
THEY WENT NUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. THANKS ALSO FOR THE MANIIFEST FROM THE SHIP
GRANDMA FRATTAROLI CAME OVER ON... I SUSPECTED THAT HER MAIDEN NAME WAS DI
BATTISTA.. I WONDER IF WE HAVE ANY DI BATTISTA RELATIVES IN
AMERICA?? CIAO JOHN
In a message dated 3/3/2006 3:00:28 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
That was Ed Dunmoyer and his wife Edna but I don't remember Hammer Dishong.
I do remember Emma Metz.
Yes, I remember Emma Metz I think. I don't remember Ed or Hammer. Dr. Pooge
larry, im sure Bonnie would know.. I suspect that grandma Frattaroli had a
baby who died very young,, I suspect it was James,,,,,,,,,,,,John Ps, I'll
ASK KATHY TO ASK HER MOM IF SHE REMEMBERS ANYTHING ABOUT THIS,,,,,,,,,,,,,
CUZ JOHN
NAPA422 writes:
Right Lucille was slow too but Betty was sharp as I recall. Tina, how do
you know that Lucille got pregnant at the Main Street bridge carnival???
and who contributed to that exciting event?? Since you seem to know all
the dirt.
I certainly remember the carnivals. They were great. Frank DiNunzio
always played and also that WLBR radio Dutchman guy that sold potato
chips... Jack Haines. Do you remember? Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 3/3/2006 5:55:15 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
Oh yea, John. that's great. I used to tell my kids about all the vendors
that came around to the house where now you have do drive all over the place
to get anything. I remember Nick the Jew. I think he got an old beat up
panel truck later and sold everything out of there. There was another old
raspy voice Italian guy that came around with good Italian cheese in the
back of his old truck. His name was Barbaga or something like that. He may
have been from Reading or somewhere. The rag man came around with a horse
and buggy. I think they were Mennonites or Amish. He had a big black coat
or cloak and was hunched over in that buggy. In those days they paid you to
recycle your junk. I remember after the piano tuner was there (whoever he
was) he took out all the player piano parts which were no longer working
and there was a lot of lead tubing and junk. Mom said I could sell the
scrap to the Rag Man and keep the money....what a deal. I think I made out
pretty well!
Let's see who else came around...there was Finks Bakery mmmmmm I remember as
a little boy the baker came early in the morning. I would go out to the
truck with Mom and it smelled so good with all that fresh baked bread and
stuff. Sometimes Mom would buy some sticky buns..mmmmmmm good.
Then there was the butcher, Kingsley & Brown cleaners, the umbrella man.
Oh I believe the Rag man was different than the junk man that I
referred to above. The rag man would take you old rags and
make you a rug. There was the pretzel man that came around later Billy's
Bretzels and another grocer guy that had a bigger step van. Some came to
our back alley and some came to the front on Cherry Street. Seems like my
Dad got into a spiff with Nick the Jew about a dress or something and that
one grocer guy with the step van presumably cheated on the scale when
weighing the cheese. Dad told them off in no uncertain terms and they
never came around after that.
Dr. Pooge
click here for the picture albums
Tina,
I forgot about the bums. they would come to our house too and Mom would
feed them or Daddy would say..."Anna, make this guy a sandwich" then he
would sit there and talk with them to get their story. Daddy
would talk to them for hours. One time Daddy was talking to one bum
who Daddy said he was a smart guy. He had long hair and a big beard so
Daddy gave him a dollar and told him to go up to his brother in law, Dominic
Felig, who was the barber on Church Street (or is it Chestnut Street) to get
a hair cut. Well Dominic cleaned him all up and didn't charge him
anything and he went on his way. Some years later that "Bum" came back
to visit Daddy and thanked him for turning his life around. He was
well dressed, he had a good job, and was married. Dr. Pooge
yeah THE BUMS WERE ALWAYS AROUND FOR FOOD,,MY MOM DID THE SAME THING...
THEY HAD TO SIT ON THE BACK PORCH,, AND SHE HANDED FOOD OUT TO
THEM............I WAS AFRAID OF "PAPPY NACE" THE JANITOR AT THE ANNVILLE
GREYSTONE SCHOOL..... THE WORD WAS THAT IF YOU MISSE SCHOOL "PLAYED HOOKEY"...
PAPPY NACE WOULD COME AND TAKE YOU BACK TO SCHOOL IN A BABY
COACH!!!!! I WAS NEVER ARAID OF THE RAG MAN , TINA,,, HE
BOUGHT OUR STUFF AND GAVE US PENNIES!!!!!!!!!!! JOHN
In a message dated 3/3/2006 6:11:35 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
Right the college had the tug or wars there.
Who was Boobo and Pooba? Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 3/3/2006 6:22:31 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
Okay, I remember now. I think Betsy and my sister Dolores broke a window
in her house one Halloween. It was big trouble.
Do you remember the Shuey's and the Snavely's of course. I saw Wayne
Snavely at my Uncle Dicks funeral a few years ago.
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 3/3/2006 6:23:48 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
I don't remember them. I think Tina and I were still babies.
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 3/3/2006 6:44:58 P.M. Mountain Standard Time,
NAPA422 writes:
Yes and your Dad too. He was always laughing and making everybody else
laugh.
In a message dated 3/3/2006 6:44:58 P.M. Mountain Standard Time,
NAPA422 writes:
Those old Italians just seemed to have a lot of fun. I remember
laughing so hard as a kid whenever anybody came around it was a party
and it was so much fun. They would sing and tell stories or just say
funny things in their broken English. My Aunt Lena from Hershey was
a real trip. She was so funny and her husband Albert Ferretti was kinda
quiet. Then there was my Aunt Ada or Seta as we called her. Her
husband was Dominic the barber up there near where Sparky lived.
He couldn't see too good in his later years and he had real thick
glasses but my Dad always went to him for a haircut until one day he
cut the tip of his nose with the scissors because he got so close to
see. Dad would never let him forget that. They joked about it for
years.
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 3/3/2006 7:39:13 P.M. Mountain Standard Time,
NAPA422 writes:
WOW! You guys were lucky.
Pooge
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In a message dated 3/3/2006 7:46:38 P.M. Mountain Standard Time,
NAPA422 writes:
Oh yeah. That was the best day of all. The whole town was closed on
Annville picnic day and in the morning before the park opened they had
contests in the field at the park like the three legged race and
potato pealing contests. Crazy...How about the Old Mill and the
Cuddle Up and, of course, the Ferris Wheel and the Bumper Cars. Dr.
Pooge
In a message dated 3/4/2006 1:49:29 P.M. Eastern Standard Time,
CCANDORI writes:
Cay
the laughing lady at the Fun House,,,,,,I wonder if she's still
Laughing??? the shooting gallery, the Whip,,, the thousands of FISH
in the creek that ran through Hershey Park. they now have TEN or
ELEVEN world class ROLLER COASTERS.. and attract Hundreds of
housands of tourists every year!.. I's becoming another DISNEY
WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!
In a message dated 3/3/2006 7:48:00 P.M. Mountain Standard Time,
NAPA422 writes:
Who said it was an attack???? But thanks for bringing that up again.
Tina didn't respond to my questions regarding that earlier.
Dr Pooge
Dolores said that Lucille actually raised that baby and
took good care of her. It was a baby girl. She always had
her dressed real cute.
In a message dated 3/3/2006 8:15:10 P.M. Mountain Standard Time,
larylori2@bellsouth.net writes:
YEAH, ANYWAY, TINA,, HOW DO YOU KNOW LUCILLE GOT PREGNANT AT THE
CARNIVAL??? WERE YOU A WITNESS TO THE ATTACK??
From Tina
In a message dated 3/4/2006 11:49:29 A.M. Mountain Standard
Time, CCANDORI writes:
From Tina:
WOW, Tina. I didn't know you looked at those pictures. It was
like an automatic flip book so it looked like a movie. Those were
real old machines even back then. They are probably in a museum
now. Yes they were a penny and Yes those ladies were in their
underwear. Pooge
Dolores remembers that you, me, Butch, Mari, Betsy and Dolores made a record one time. We sang something and Dolores thinks that Betsy had the record for a long time. I wonder if she still has it......Pooge
In a message dated 3/4/2006 12:17:17 P.M. Mountain Standard
Time, CCANDORI writes:
I remember Brian Hanley but I don't remember Benjy. Where did
they live? . Dr. Pooge
Okay then, we all agree it was Raymond. I didn't know him, being a
baby and all but I think he was normal too. It was just Dooper and
Knobby that were a bit slow right? Dr. Pooge
Dolores says that Lucile was slow too.
dr pooge, This is from Angelnia.. my cousin,, She was the youngest of
Uncle Dan and Aunt Nancy.. Larry, Fred and Arthur's little
sister........John
From Angie:
Good Morning John,
I was over looking at the web site Larry
sent me,I just love it and the old pictures,and polenta on the
board,it brings back such good memories,I haven't had it since Mom
died,but I can still see it in my mind.I seen a picture of Tony
Frattaroli I don't know who he is,did he die young?I remember vaguley
them talking about him but thats all,How are you doing,it's freezing
up here feels like 0,and the wind is howling,I'm sure your sitting in
the sun somewhere,Im jealous.The man I take care of just came back
from Florida and he is freezing here,well the only good thing is it's
not to long till Spring I hope.Have a good day and talk soon.
Angie
SO HERE'S THE STORY ON THE LIVERING FAMILY...........JOHN
The other boy was known as honey boy. I had sent an email to Johnny
about the Liverings. My mom is still best friends with the youngest
child, Mim. So, if you need any kind of information about the family
I'm sure I can get it for you. I believe all the children, except for
Eugene, Ronald and Mim, have all passed away.
Eugene lives in Oregon, Ronald lives in Lebanon and Mim lives in
Palmyra.
Friends are Angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble
remembering how to fly.
In a message dated 3/4/2006 9:47:39 A.M. Mountain Standard Time,
NAPA422 writes:
From Dr. Pooge
I spent a lot of time with Fishy when I was a boy. Butch and I would
play on the rock piles and in the old sheds he had back near the
cemetery. I loved that old log house in the trees and Fishy always
had some stories or something to show. He had a great old gun
collection with a Colt PeaceMaker a real old PepperBox and a set of
old dueling Pistols. When I was a little older I helped him build the
greenhouse. He was an excellent craftsman.
I remember when he was taking flying lessons up at Reigles Airport in
Palmyra. My Mom, Dan Dolores and I took a ride up to watch him on his
first solo flight. He was doing real good but when he came in for one
landing he tipped the prop breaking the tip off the wooden prop on the
J3 Piper Cub. I was really excited about him flying because I was
totally captivated by flying when I was a boy but after that little
mishap, Fishy never flew again.
You may also remember when he got a horse and converted on of his
shed's in the back to a stable. That was great. I hung around there
all the time and got to ride sometime. He had a buggie that he had
completely rebuilt, a slay, and a salkie it was great but one day up
near Millard mansion I think the hors got spooked by a car and he took
off with Fishy in the Sulkie behind. Any way they crashed and Fishy
got beat up pretty bad. After that he sold the horse and I guess the
buggies etc.
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 3/4/2006 11:38:29 A.M. Mountain Standard Time,
CCANDORI writes:
Right, our families always had Annville picnic together. The
Alonzo's and the Balaster's.
In a message dated 3/4/2006 1:06:39 P.M. Mountain Standard Time,
NAPA422 writes:
Didn't Louie Ercoli's daughter marry the art teacher, Peter Bugda? Or
was that Louie's sister?
Dr. Pooge
NAPA422 writes:
They were the Good Old Days, John. Life was simple and in many ways
it was easier than today. Time moved slower and there was more time
for family, friends, and fun. Dr. Pooge
From John:
MY MOM USED TO COOK FOR THE SIXTH FLEET EVERY DAY............. EIGHT
KIDS AND TWO BOARDERS........AT THE TABLE. MY POP ALWAYS TOLD HER..
"NELLIE,,,,,,,,,,, IF THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OVER AFTER THE MEAL,,
SOMEONE DIDN'T GET ENOUGH TO EAT"!!!!! MAN SHE HAD BIG
BLACK PANS WITH HANDLES THAT WENT INTO THE OVEN,, FULL OF POTATOES,
,SAUSAGE, PEPPERS,, ONIONS, ETC,,,, AND ALWAYS HAD ITALIAN BREAD,,,
MY POP WOULD BUY FIVE OR SIX LOAVES AT MEMMI'S. THAT BREAD MADE
OUR TEETH STRONG!!..
CCANDORI writes:
Pooge Writes:
Yeah, Tina, lets hear about the Shuey's while we're talking about the Dutchmen in the neighborhood.
I remember the boys did a lot of trapping for food and they had some
chickens running around and hides stretched up on the outhouse.
YES,, WAYNE HAS DIED.......... I REMEMBER THE TRENTA'S.. CURLEY WAS
BEAUTIFUL........... WILLY DISAPPEARD TO FLORIDA AND WAS NEVER HEARD FROM
AGAIN... TRIESTE,,, (TREA),, AND SILVIO (SIVVY)... PAUL TRENTA WAS A
WONDERFUL OLD MAN.. I DON'T REMEMBER HIS WIFE.. SHE MUST HAVE DIED YOUNG..
AND OF COURST THE LUPINETTI'S....... MIKE, JENNY, JOE AND CARL.... THEY
WERE WONDERFUL NEIGHBORS............JOHN
APRIL SNAVELY,, SHES A CUTIE TOO,, LIVES IN ANNVILLE, MARRIED.... AND
DOING WELL AS FAR AS I KNOW.... SHE WAS GOOD FRIENDS WITH MY NIECE
KATHY,, BONNIE'S DAUGHTER.. AND THEIR MOM'S BONNIE AND CURLEY WERE BEST
FRIENDS,,, POOR CURLEY DIED SO YOUNG......
In a message dated 3/5/2006 11:17:35 A.M. Mountain Standard Time,
NAPA422 writes:
3-5-06 John writes:
WELL, BETTY WITMER WAS THE YOUNGEST OF THE WITMER FAMILY, THERE
WAS PAUL,, MARGUERITE, VICTOR, HAROLD.. THEY LIVED IN THE GREAT BIG OLD
HOUSE NEXT TO OURS ON WEST QUEEN STREET...... SHE'S STILL LIVING AND
STILL VERY PRETTY.. IN FACT SHE WAS THE MAY QUEEN OF ANNVILLE HIGH SCHOOL,
I THINK IN 1949!!... THERE WAS ANOTHER OLD STONE HOUSE OWNED BY BRANDT'S
MILL,, ACROSS FROM OUR HOUSE,, THERE IS A HUGE SILO ON THAT SITE NOW......
JOANNE BRANDT LIVED IN THAT HOUSE ONCE,, AND THEY HAD A RABBIT PEN IN THE
BACK.......WE PLAYED BACK THERE NEAR THE BIG BARN.. ONE DAY, IN A DEVILISH
MOOD, I LOCKED JOANNE IN THE RABBIT PEN..... BOY DID I GET A BIG SMACK
WHEN I GOT HOME!!!.. THAT BRANDT HOUSE WAS ALSO OCCUPIED BY SOME
COLORFUL FAMILIES. I RECALL THE LAMP FAMILY,, NELDA,, HAROLD, JENNINGS
AND JOANNE WHO WAS IN MY CLASS... I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM...
THEN THE HEISEY FAMILY LIVED IN THAT HOUSE ALSO,,, EDWIN, MILDRED, ELSIE
AND ANOTHER SISTER WHOSE NAME I CANNOT RECALL....OH YES,, IT WAS
MARION.... THEN MY BROTER ALBERT WHO JUST RETURNED FROM THE WAR,, WORKED
AT BRANDT'S MILL.. I.. HE AND HIS WIFE LOUISE (SNOKE) LIVED IN THAT
HOUSE,, AND THEIR FIRST SON JOEY WAS BORN IN THAT HOUSE... ON THE FLOOR OF
THE LIVING ROOM!!! ALBERT DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO GET LOUISE TO THE
HOSPITAL... MY MOM ACTED AS THE "MIDWIFE" OR "TUBE TIER"..hAHAHAHA
THERE WAS ANOTHER FAMILY THAT LIVED IN THAT STONE HOUSE .. I CAN'T RECALL
THE NAME,, BUT THEY HAD A LITTLE BOY NAMED JIMMY, HO ALWAYS HAD A SNOTTY
NOSE!!!!!!!!!!!! MY SISTER MARY ALWAYS HAD THAT KID AT OUR
HOUSE.............
I THINK ALL THE WITMERS ARE GONE NOW,,EXCEPT BETTY (BARRY) A WIDOWER, AND
PAUL WHO STILL LIVES IN THE OLD HOMESTEAD.
NOW IM TAXING MY BRAIN...................... CIAO DR POOGE,,,,,,,,,,JOHN
Good recall, John. Thanks.
I remember the Witmers but I didn't know them and I remember that stone
house They were some beautiful houses. the last time I went down there
your old house was there but abandoned and someone said condemned due to
the flood a long time ago. But more recently I thought somebody said
that it was bought by someone who intends to fix it up??? That's all
just hearsay, John. Do you know anything about the old house.
Pooge
ANGIE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, IM GLAD YOU REMEMBER SOME OF THIS
STUFF,,YOU ARE MUCH YOUNGER THAN WE OLD DUFFERS.......... BUT YOU WERE A
PART OF OUR GROWING UP ALSO. WOULDN'T IT BE GREAT TO BE ABLE TO TURN
BACK THE HANDS OF TIME??? DO FRED AND CAROLE HAVE A COMPUTER?? IF SO,
WE COULD ADD THEM TO OUR DISTRIBUTION LIST OF THESE STORIES.... DO YOU
REMEMBER UNCLE CHALIE.... HE CAME TO VISIT A COUPLE TIMES, AND WE ALWAYS
WAITED TO HEAR THE GREYHOUND BUS STOP AT THE CORNER OF MILL AND MAIL
STREETS FOR HIS ARRIVAL.. HE WAS MARRIED ABOUR FOUR TIMES... AND HAD A
JEWELRY STORE IN ROCKLAND MAINE. HE ALWAYS BROUGT US GIFTS!!.. AND HIS
MAINE WIVES WERE MOSTLY ALCOHOLICS... HE CAME FROM ITALY WITH GRANDMA
ANGIOLINA FRATTAROLI.. HE WAS PROBABLY SIX OR SEVEN, AND MOM WAS SIX
MONTHS OLD.. LARRY SENT ME THE MANIFEST FROM THE SHIP THEY CAME OVER
ON, IN 1906!!!........... MOM AND I WENT UP FOR HIS FUNERAL, AND WE HAVE
A PICTURE OF HIM IN THE CASKET SOMEWHERE. AT HOME.. I'LL HAVE TO gather
UP MY OLD PICTURES WHEN I GET BACK TO PA....THIS IS GOING TO BE A
WONDERFUL TRIBUTE TO THE WEST WND GANG!!! WHAT FUN,,, WE MADE OUR
OWN.!! KEEP THOSE MEMORIES COMING ANGIE,,GOD BLESS..............XX
CUZ JOHN
Ah yes,,,,, I remember Dominic Russo... Frank Russo lives in Lancaster,,
I was his his and Rosie's 50th Wedding anniversary.....in Lancaster...I
introduced Frank and Rosie at a Wedding i was invited to in Lancaster..
Met some girls in the Atlantic Ocean in Atlantic City,,,, They invoted
me to their cousiin's wedding,,, I asked Frank to go along. he did,, and
fell in love with Rose, after i forced him to ask her to DANCE.....Every
time she sees me, to this day,, says'.... "I could KILL you for
introducing me to him"!!!!!!!!!!! all in jest, of course,,,,, I
think,,,,,,,,John
In a message dated 3/5/2006 11:35:34 A.M. Mountain Standard Time,
NAPA422 writes:
Okay, that makes sense. I remember Paul who had the shoemaker shop. He
had a sign in there it said:
NO TICE
NO TAG NO SHOES
We thought that was funny. Dominic Russo also had a shoemaker shop,
remember. My Dad said in Italy Dominic made beautiful custom fit boots
and shoes. Pooge
In a message dated 3/5/2006 11:17:35 A.M. Mountain Standard Time,
NAPA422 writes:
So my Mary was Curley's older sister. Is that right?
Yes, Mary was Curley's older sister,,,,,,,,,,,,, She and Tony had three
children,, Josephine, Rose Marie and Bunny,,(Anthony jr.) Josephine
died of bone cancer several years ago. She was in love with me since
we were teenagers...... and I met her children at the funeral.. and
they told me she talked about me all the time... She used to visit her
grandma,, and her Aunt Jenny Lupinetti. in Annville... The kids cried
when they met me... and I did too............ Josephine was a talented
Accordionist and vocalist and had her own musical group.. most of her
adult life.... She died too young.... john
DR POOGE. THE WONDERFUL TEACHERS WE HAD IN ELEMENTARY , JUNIOR AND
SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL HAD A GREAT DEAL OF INFLUENCE ON MOLDING OUR
CHARACTERS...EVEN THOUGH SOME OF THEM COULDN'T PRONOUNCE OUR ITALIAN
NAMES,,,FOR EXAMPLE.. MISS LIZZIE WALTERS,, MY MOTHER'S FIRST GRADE
TEACHER RE NAMED HER "MOLLY",,,,,,,, HER NAME WAS NELLA.............. MY
SISTER BONNIE'S NAME WAS BIONDINA,, WHICH MEANS "LITTLE BLOND" IN
ITALIAN...HER TEACHERS NAMED HER "BEULAH".........CAN YOU IMAGINE???
MOST OF THEM COULD SAY "VALENTINO" MY BROTHER "TEENIE"S NAME.
PROBABLY B.ECAUSE OF RUDOLPH,, VALENTINO..............AND SOME OF THEM
REMEMERED HIM IN THE MOVIES!!!!!!!!!!
THERE WAS ONE SPECIAL TEACHER IN MY LIFE WHOM I TRULY LOVED.. THAT WAS
MISS ALMA KEHLER... LATER, ALMA OLT..... WHO WAS MY FOURTH GRADE
TEACHER...... SHE WAS A KIND, GENTLE, PATIENT, LOVING LADY, WHO WAS THE
EPITOME OF A TEACHER IN THOSE DAYS. SHE INFLATED MY EGO ONE DAY ,
WHEN SHE CAME TO MY DESTK,, PUT HER ARM ON MY SHOULDER AND SAID,,,
"JOHN, WHEN YOU GROW UP YOU'RE GOING TO LOOK LIKE ROBERT
TAYLOR"!!!! I LOVED HER FOR THAT TOO!!.. WE INVITED HER TO ALL OUR
CLASS REUNIONS, AND I VISITED HER IN THE BRETHREN HOME IN PALMYRA IN
LATER YEARS, SENT HER CARDS FROM TRAVELS,, SENT HER ORANGES FROM
FLORIDA, AND FLOWERS ON SPECIAL OCCASIONS,, SHE WAS ONE SPECIAL LADY..
AND I HAD THE HONOR OF BEING A PALL BEARER AT HER FUNERAL, AFTER I MET
HER TWO LOVELY DAUGHTERS,, MARCIA AND KAREN.. MARCIA LIVES IN NEW
YORK STATE, AND MARCIA HAS COMPASS TRAVEL IN YORK COUNTY, AND IS
MARRIED TO LARRY HOLLINGER, I STAY IN TOUCH WITH KAREN AND LARRY. SHE
LOOKS LIKE HER MOTHER.
ANYTIME I DID SOMETHING SMALL FOR "MISS KEHLER" SHE ALWAYS SENT ME A
BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU CARD,, SHE SO MUCH APPRECIATED THE FACT THAT A
STUDENT FROM THE FOURTH GRADE, WHO IS NOW AN OLD MAN,, WOULD REMEMBER
HER AND LOVE HER SO MUICH.. I WILL NEVER FORGET 'MISS KEHLER"...
KAREN THIS SITE WILL CONTINUE TO GROW AND GROW,, AND WILL POSSIBLE
BECOME A BOOK WITH LOTS OF STORIES AND PHOTOGRAPHS... I JUST ADDED A
THING ON YOUR MOTHER..... CIAO ..... JOHN
Hi Larry,
This thing has been wonderful. It has brought us all together again
after 50 years where we would never have. And you're right we brought
old west Annville back to life and it gets more alive as we go. I
love it.
Larry, I've been putting most of our emails up on the website at
http://stratnet2000.com/oldwestannville.html . I just keep
adding them to the bottom so scroll way down to get the latest ones.
The stories about Nick the Jew are in there.
Ciao
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 3/4/2006 6:58:35 A.M. Mountain Standard Time,
larylori2@bellsouth.net writes:
Thanks, John. You are the greatest!!
Well, I spent all day today scanning and publishing new old pictures so
check out the website at
http://oldwestannville.com
I just now published the pictures I got from my Aunt Tina Cialone Balaster.
They lived at the far end of S. Cherry street next to Frank Russo. Aunt Tina
sent some great pictures and if you haven't seen the ones from Larry
Frattaroli yet then check them all out. It will bring back some long lost
memories guaranteed. And be sure to share those memories with us. Just send
an email. Everybody loves to hear these old stories.
If you have trouble viewing the pictures, please let me know. Pictures
require a lot of data and if you have a dial up connection it may take forever
to load. If you do have trouble I also have some of the pictures posted on the Old
West Annville yahoo group at
http://groups.yahoo.com/groups/oldwestannville
I don't have Aunt Tina's pictures up there yet but all the rest are there
so let me know if that works better for you. That's it, my Friends. ENJOY!
Ciao
Dr. Pooge
Click here to See Tina's Picture Album
In a message dated 4/1/2006 10:24:27 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
Yes very interesting, John. I'd like to do some research on it
too. Maybe one of these days I'll get started that. I'd like to hear more
of what Larry discovered.
Ciao, Pooge
In a message dated 4/1/2006 10:04:07 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
Thanks, John. I remember you mentioned that you
live in the same complex as Aunt Tina. I guess it's really Palmyra, not
Hershey right. Well, I figured you'd like the polenta picture party idea.
Mom was really excited about it too. Here's a picture of her and
Dolores
this past Christmas. Mom is 93.
In a message dated 4/1/2006 9:43:21 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
Wonderful, John. Keep us posted on your research work.
Pooge
In a message dated 4/1/2006 9:24:22 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422
writes:
It is so cool, John. This has gone so much further than just pictures. It's
been wonderful. As for the book, you've got the memory and Charlie's the
literary genius. We certainly have plenty of material. I'll be looking
forward to all those pictures you've got. I'm beginning to get concerned
about how much more I can get on my website. Ciao, Pooge
Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that you had seen that Yvette's husband had died.
I don't remember Jesse and I barely remember Lena. Lena died when I four
years old. I remember what her coffin looked like and I remember what she
was wearing. My mom can't believe that I still remember that.
I was on the web site looking at the old pictures. There is one with my
great Aunt Mabel standing next to a motorcycle. Everyone was wondering who
the man is wearing the hat. I think that it might be Dominic Russo.
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I also have this photo with a list of most of the people in it. The one
person is Dominic Russo.
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Friends are Angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble
remembering how to fly.
Dr. Pooge writes:
Thanks Jackie. I think you're right about that being Dominic Russo. Let me know if you identify the crew in the other picture. Also I wonder if you might know where that picture was taken. Ciao, Pooge
In a message dated 4/8/2006 10:45:43 A.M. Mountain Daylight Time, CCANDORI writes:
Tina, thanks for that information. No one seemed to know who was
electrocuted. Yes, Maggie would be great. Pick her brain for us.
Thanks,
Pooge
Great. Thanks, Jackie. I didn't know that Henrietta was named after him. How interesting. Pooge
DR POOGE....... THIS IS FROM ANTHONY MATTASSA,, "JUMBO" GREAT
GRANDSON......... MARY MATTASSA'S GRANDSON.......... YOU MAY WANT TO ADD HIM
TO OUR LIST,, HE'S VERY INTERESTED IN HIS BEGINNINGS AND THAT OF HIS FAMILY
WHO STARTED IN ANNVILLE............ JOHN
Hello John!
I have to dig out my photo and look up the names on the back.
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Just off the "top of my head":
The three kids in the front-middle, left to right:
Mary (Perrotti) Mattassa (my grandmother) born 1910, died
1986.
Tavis Perrotti (I THINK!), died 1985.
Hanna (Perrotti) Manfredi (Muff's mother).
The parents sitting in the middle of photo of course is
Francesco "Frank", "Jumbo" Perrotti and Lucia "Lucy" (Quattrocchi) Perrotti.
The other kids I will have to look up.
I do know that the other adults are not related, just good
friends of the family.
The lady on the left died young according to Helen Lupinetti.
One of the men on right is a Lupinetti according to Helen.
Photo taken at Snake Spring (I THINK that's the name of the
area around the quarry just west of Annville just off of Route 422).
No, it's not "Snake" Spring, but something Spring.
Tony Mattassa
Tony,
Thanks for all this great information. I posted it up on the website and
copied this to the Old West Annville group on yahoo.
Thanks for the input and welcome to the group.
The place you refer to is Clear Spring. It was a little company community
for mostly Italians that worked for H.E. Millard in the limestone
quarries. Clear Spring was located right alont the Quittapahilla creek on
the road that goes north from the old Millard Mansion (now the main
office). Clear Spring was on the left just before you cross the creek.
Ciao,
Dr. Pooge
Here's a letter I received from Larry about his grandfather, Jumbo. He also sent some pictures of Jumbo. Check them out at the bottom of Larry's Album at: Larry Frattaroli's Pictures Pooge, in one of your emails, you asked for information about "Jumbo" Perrotti. Here is a picture of him about 1950, in the backyard of 402 West Queen Street.
Born 1878 in "Amatrice, providence Di Rieta Italy. Francesco Perotti, (note
one R) in April 1978. Father, Pietro, Mother, Maria Di Matteo.Married, Lucia
Quatrocchi in Amatrice Italy in, September 26, 1901. Came to the US around
1905, according to the 1920 census. They had 10 children, starting with Louis, who was a cripple, and was left with an Aunt, in Italy, because of the immigration laws at that time. Lucia came to the US, with Hanna. Then, Nancy, August, Mary, Octavio, (Tavis), Peter, Rose, Charles, Casper, were all born in The US. He worked long and hard as a laborer, in the stone quarry, to support his family. He was a big man, about 6' 4", and stood straight and tall, most of the time. He liked his wine, and most of the pictures I have, shows him, with a glass or pitcher in his hands. In the later years, he worked at many odd jobs, for a gallon of wine, including digging graves at the cemetery, behind, Frankie Moores. One day, on his daily trek to Rotundas Bar, he was sitting on the porch across the alley ITom Kreamers store to rest, and possibly dose off for a minute, when Bob Kreamer came around the block driving the hearse, stopped, and got "Jumbo" by the arm, and said" c'mon Jumbo its time for you to go!! Jumbo started waving his cane and cursing in Italian, as he continued on to Rotundas. From that day on, He crossed Main Street at Kreiders store, and walked on the other side of the street. Cursing in Italian until he was passed Kreamers. Bob Kreamer was a good mend of the family, and grew up with Casper, Charlie, and the boys, and at Jumbo's funeral, he was a bit teary eyed also. Most of the old timers of Annville, knew the only ticket out of town, was through Kreamers Funeral home. More than anything, they feared the "Poorhouse", so back then, every family took care of their own. "A mother and father, can raise and provide for ten children, but the ten children cannot provide for the mother and father, in the later years" Sad thought, isn't it?? I'm sure there are many stories about my Grandfather, but I was 18 at the time he died, and didn't bother too much with "old people". I sure wish we would have talked to them more, about their lives, instead of being concerned so much about ours. Guess who the "old people are today?????? Larry
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T KNOW TONY MATTASSA,, HE IS JUMBO PERROTTI'S GREAT GRANDSON HIS GRANDMOTHER WAS MARY PEROTTI MATTASSA.. AND LIVES IN TEMPLE AREA. HE'S VERY INTO HIS HERITAGE AND HIS ANCESTORS FROM OLD WEST ANNVILLE......... JOHN
Hi John, I still make the bread and pizzelles at the holiday time. Last
year, I had the girls over and we made pizzelles for Christmas. Stacey even
bought an iron. We made about 15 dozen, so everyone would have some. They
were gone very quickly, and when they wanted more, I told them to make
some. Needless to say they did nothing. Then in March, I had them over , and
we made Easter bread.Everyone got two loaves, and when they came back for
more, I told them to make it. But again they did not. The other day, Michele
asked where the bread was, and I told her I lost the reciepe!!
In a message dated 4/10/2006 8:02:30 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, NAPA422@AOL.COM
writes:
In a message dated 4/10/2006 7:17:30 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, NAPA422
writes:
In a message dated 4/10/2006 7:17:16 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, NAPA422
writes:
In a message dated 4/9/2006 4:40:10 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, Mgt67
writes:
In a message dated 4/9/2006 4:14:12 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, NAPA422
writes:
I've got a picture of me on the pony. It's hanging on my wall. I scan it
and up load it to the site when I get a chance.
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 4/9/2006 3:27:30 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time,
Pagansgem writes:
In a message dated 4/9/2006 11:14:12 A.M. Mountain Daylight Time, NAPA422
writes:
In a message dated 4/9/2006 10:07:51 A.M. Mountain Daylight Time,
NAPA422 writes:
In a message dated 4/8/2006 8:44:31 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, NAPA422
writes:
In a message dated 4/8/2006 8:17:36 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, NAPA422
writes:
In a message dated 4/5/2006 12:20:07 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time,
Pagansgem writes:
Hi John,
Yes I also noticed that Peter Bugda died. He was my homeroom teacher
in the art room down next to the boys lavatory when I was in 8th grade.
He was absolutely great. It was an all boys home room and we had a
wonderful time. He also spent a lot of time with me just doing art
projects and things. He was our class advisor later in high school. A
wonderful man.
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 4/26/2006 1:40:39 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time,
NAPA422@aol.com writes:
dr POOGE.......... I GOT YOUR ADDRESS OFF THE WEB SITE, THANKS,,, PICTURES
WILL BE IN THE MAI TOMORROW,,MONDAY..
..TODAY WE ARE CELEBRATING MY BROTHER ED AND HIS WIFE PALM/S FIFTIETH WEDDING
ANNIVERSARY.......... ITS REALLY SOMETIME IN EARLY MAY..........CAN YOU
BELIEVE IT.??...................FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO SEND THEM A CARD,,
THEIR ADDRESS IS 44 HICKORY STREET, PALMYRA, PA., 17078............. WATCH
FOR THE MAIL,, DR POOGE!! SOME WONDERFUL OLD PICTURES COMING......... CIAO
JOHN
In a message dated 5/6/2006 5:38:05 A.M. Mountain Daylight Time, Pagansgem
writes:
Great, Jackie. I'm so glad you appreciate the site. It's been a
wonderful experience for me because I got to meet so many people that I
haven't seen in a long long time and a lot of their kids that I probably never
would have met. What a wonderful tradition we have rekindled here.
I will get home sometime later this summer so I'll keep you posted on
that and we'll get together. Thanks for all your help and contributions.
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 5/7/2006 7:14:45 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, NAPA422
writes:
Thank, John.
I remember Battaia well. I used to sit and "talk" with him on his porch when I was a kid. He would see me on my bicycle down on Queen St. and he would yell for me with his big voice "HEY ARMANDO, GET DA HELL UPPA HERE". I would ride up and sit and "talk" with him on his porch. He didn't speak much English but we communicated ok. Also my Dad used to tell some stories about him from the Quarry.
Dr. Pooge
In a message dated 5/8/2006 7:02:33 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, NAPA422
writes:
My Aunt Jenny used to have an Essex with a rumble seat in the back
instead of a trunk. It was great. We used to love to ride back there and
she was a crazy driver. She could barely see out the windshield. I think
there is a picture of the Essex in Dolores' album with my Dad and Funzie
and Amos standing next to it in the street. Dr. Pooge
![]() Dominic Candori always had a nice Packard.
NAPA422@AOL.COM wrote:
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NAPA422@AOL.COM wrote:
very interesting, dr. pooge!!.... Guess what?? I had a long conversation with Carl Lupinetti this evening.... He has pictures of Battaia Vannicola.. and lots of other ones which might be of interes t to everyone visiting this site. Carl has been taking care of Lydia for a long time, and his brother Joe recently had some health issues.. Let's all say a prayer for Carl,Lydia and Joe,, and also Bob Micozzi, who is very ill.. that they may all be restored back to good health. Watch the mail Dr. Pooge.. I have some interesting pictures coming your way.............. ciao John
Great, John. I will certainly keep them in my prayers.
Dr. Pooge
NAPA422@aol.com wrote:
DR POOGE. I SENT MORE PICTURES TODAY. I HAVE A GOOD FRIEND NAMED GINO FROM NEW YORK STATE. HE'S WORKING ON MY FAMILY GENEOLOGY.. THE FRATTAROLI'S AND THE DI BERNARDO'S...HE'S DOING A FANTASTIC JOB, AND IT'S TRULY AMAZING HOW MUCH INFORMATION HE HAS UNCOVERED THAT I NEVER KNEW ABOUT MY ANCESTORS.GINO WORKS TIRELESSLY ON THIS MISSION, FOR WHICH I AM GRATEFUL HE USES RESOURCES FROM THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER DAY SAINTS (MORONS) AND ELLIS ISLAND. GINO DOESN'T HAVE A COMPUTER, BUT USES ONE AT A LOCAL LIBRARY.HE RECENTLY WROTE ME, AND I WAS MOVED BY HIS COMMENTS: "I am enclosing the ship's images that your ancestors traved on their maiden voyages to the New World in search of a better way of life, a new beginning, a more promising tomorrow. It is amazing to know what a courageous people they were. Just think, Mike (john), we are what we are today, and enjoy a good life, and have what we have because of their inspiration, hard work and endless sacrifices. They are all gone now. May they rest in peace and my prayers go out to them always".I could not have said it better than Gino Bianchi. He is a dear and wonderful friend, who himself came from Italy! To date, he has, through his research found:l. Marriage certificate of my Great Grandfather and Grandmother Vincenzo and Maria Frattaroli2. Birth certificate of my Grandfather, Giuseppe Frattaroli in Befaro, Italy.3. Birth certificate of Costantino Frattaroli, my Grandfather's brother.4. Birth certificate of Angelo Frattaroli, another of my Grandfather's brothers.5.Birth certificate of my mother Nella (DiBattista) Frattaroli6. Passenger records of Angiolina DiBattista Frattaroli, my maternal Grandmother, and Allesandro Frattaroli, another of my Grandfather's brothers.7. The names of the ships they came on, the tonnage,,number of passengers, etc.These poor souls came Third Class passage across the Atlantic Ocean.....unbelievable!Gino continues with the search for more information on my father's family. God Bless him!! THANK YOU GINO BIANCHI !!! John Note: Gino knows me as Mike,, my Army nickname.
From John, 6-28-06
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| Date: | 6/28/2006 7:15:44 A.M. Mountain Daylight Time | ||||||
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6/28/2006
From Charlie Mariani
Butch's Viewing This Evening
Dear John,
As always, I awakened this morning and immediately searched for my
E-mail. THIS informative one from you, is one of the most
comforting ever received.
From the moment we heard about Butch's death, we planned to be at the
viewing to be with mourners we hadn't seen in decades. Butch's Dad,
Harry Sr., was my Godfather for my confirmation. After Levia and Harry
married and had children,I did get to visit them once or twice, but as
it is with most young couples, starting a family of your own and
struggling to secure your financial footing -- AND -- the need to
provide for my own aging parents -- my attachment to the Alonzo's
wavered.
"IF" it weren't for YOU and our love of OLD WEST ANNVILLE , ---AND ---
our ITALIAN HERITAGE , my existence would be dull indeed.My memory of
people living in Annville when I was growing up was that West Annville
adults were ALL MY PARENTS and PROTECTORS --- those living to the East
kind of resented the fact that we existed!! AND! That's the crux of
of our make up.
From the moment we got yours and Corols " sad news" email , we planned
to be there for the viewing. I tried pulling up the obituaries in the
Lebanon Daily News to get the details but was unsuccessful --
then I remembered the Harrisburg Patriot News ---- BINGO There was every
thing I needed to make plans. Then!!!! as God would have it, the Rains
started !!! AND continued AND continued ~~~~ with saddened hearts, 3:00
o'clock came yesterday and we knew we'd be flirting with disaster trying
to get through the many turns and roads to get there ---
with saddened hearts and a prayer of thanksgiving, we cancelled .
JOHN, your diplomacy, kindness, and unselfishness in giving our
condolences to Butch's family is greatly appreciated. We believe another
good deed check mark was put beside your name in St. Peter's
Record Book of Life ~~~~
Lots of love //// Charlie & Jeanne
P S : Here's hoping your day in A / C is financially rewarding in a H U
G E way!
From CharlieMariani
To Dr.Pooge
New pictures
John,
You've got a great imagination and that's just what it takes to form the reality. We were thinking of having the polenta party on the grass at Mom's house on Cherry Street. But I like your idea of some big pots on the fire down by the creek . Dolores and I were trying to think of a good date. We have a wedding to go to September 23 so maybe Sunday September 24 would work.
Get that polenta board ready!
Dr. Pooge
Charlie Mariani Remembers
Hi Gang,
Attached is my contributing chapter for our book. As always, I
welcome your critical review and welcome any and all changes to
spelling
and things written that may offend or sicken anyone. For instance, I
purposely used the word "opened" instead of "slitting the throat" when
commenting on the pigs being butchered. I know I took liberties when my
memory failed but really tried hard not to tell untruths.
I"d suggest this writting come after "Residents" that I'm hoping
that you John will put into some type of prose like maybe:
"Standing in front of my home at xxx West Oueen Street, I allow
myself to return to those happy days of my childhood. I'm so proud to
be
an Italian and following in the Italian-American tradition. I'm going to
try to recall the names of those living around me in this era. Now let
me
see----- some of our friends live West of here, some in Palmyra, some
in
Clear Springs. Oh yes! I do remember some of the names. "----
>>>>> and with that -- off you go >>>
My memory is NOT what I'd like it to be. This chapter on residents
and how they intertwined with us would be oh so wonderful. ----------
AND ------ Poogie who came along sometime near the end of the war or
maybe after it would have a whole new adventure to relate about his
"Old
West Annville"
A N D -------- if any of this prompts others to add their stories
to
our book ------------------- WE'LL HAVE A BEST SELLER!
AND NOW (with a blare of horns) MY OFFERING:
°°°°°°° °°°°°°°
I CANNOT TELL THE ACTUAL BEGINNINGS OF OUR ITALIAN NEIGHBORHOOD
--- MY GUESS IS THAT A FEW RESIDENTS HAD SETTLED THERE AROUND THE TURN
OF THE 20th CENTURY AND VERY QUICKLY STARTED MAKING THIS THEIR NEW
HOME.
THEY EXPLORED THEIR SURROUNDINGS , FOUND LIVING QUARTERS ,
INCOME SOURCES, AND BASICALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT THE NEIGHBORHOOD WAS
BEING
SETTLED BY MANY ITALIANS AND FROM DIFFERENT REGIONS OF ITALY. I WAS
TOLD
THAT AT THE START, MANY ITALIANS HAD DIFFICULTY UNDERSTANDING EACH
OTHER
DUE TO THE DIALECTS OF THE VARIOUS REGIONS FROM WHICH THEY CAME.
------- I LIKE TO THINK THAT THIS IS THE REASON MOST USED THEIR
HANDS IN TALKING TO ONE ANOTHER.
VERY QUICKLY, THE MANY BACHELORS AND YOUNG WOMEN
RECOGNIZED THAT EMOTION TO BECOME ONE IN MATRIMONY --HOW GREAT TO LIVE
IN THE UNITED STATES; TO BE ABLE TO MARRY WITHOUT THE STRINGS THE OLD
COUNTRY'S CUSTOM HAD ATTACHED TO WEDDINGS. (I understand the bride was
given a little something to show that her parents accepted this new man
into their family ---- in return, the groom was indebted to them in
many
ways! To some men this made marriage a frightening institution. That
fear
caused some very good looking young bachelors in this country to avoid
marriage by " playing the field " . Some offered only themselves and
the
woman brought home the paycheck as well as keeping house in her spare
time"). THAT HABIT SEEMS TO HAVE CAUGHT ON AND REMAINS TO THIS VERY
DAY.
COUPLES "MOVE IN WITH EACH OTHER" WITHOUT VOWS OR COMMITMENT. ~~~~~
VERY
SAD MOST OF THE TIME. -- I REMEMBER FATHER ADAIR SAYING AS HE JOINED US
IN MATRIMONY, "YOUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER TODAY SEEMS AT IT'S HIGHEST.
TRUE LOVE WILL CONTINUE TO GROW UNTIL DEATH CALLS ONE OF YOU AND THEN
YOU'LL REALIZE HOW MUCH GREATER IT'S GROWN."
UNTIL 1928, THERE WAS NO CATHOLIC CHURCH IN ANNVILLE. ALL
SACRAMENTS HAD TO BE PERFORMED IN LEBANON, PA. - SUNDAY MASS WAS SAID
ONCE A MONTH IN VARIOUS HOMES BY A VISITING PRIEST WHEN ONE WAS
AVAILABLE AND THE WEATHER ALLOWED .
MY FAMILY WAS STARTED IN 1912 WHEN MY ITALIAN FATHER MARRIED
AN IRISH FARM GIRL IN WEST VIRGINIA , WORKED AS A SHARE CROPPER ON A
FARM, LOST THEIR FIRST BORN TO THE FLU EPIDEMIC OF 1915 AND HAD FOUR
MORE CHILDREN THROUGH 1926 WHEN THEY MOVED TO ANNVILLE TO JOIN MY
FATHER'S BROTHER WHO PROMISED A BETTER INCOME FOR THEM IN THE MILLARD
STONE QUARRY.
THE SALE OF FARM ANIMALS AND AN OLD DODGE GAVE THEM THE
MONEY TO MAKE THE MOVE. FORTUNATELY, THE BERNARDO FAMILY HAD A HUGE
HOUSE WITH PART OF IT UNOCCUPIED AND ALLOWED THEM THIS HOUSING FOR
ABOUT
TWO YEARS. EARLY IN 1928,THE HALF OF A DOUBLE HOUSE NEXT TO THE
RAGUINTO'S BECAME AVAILABLE AND THEY (please note the word "they")
MOVED
THERE AWAITING ANOTHER BLESSED EVENT IN MAY -- ---- AS OF THE 26th OF
MAY --
----------------- "WE" -------------------
LIVED THERE BUT FOR A VERY SHORT TIME. --THE HOUSE ACROSS
THE STREET, 401 WEST QUEEN STREET, WAS AVAILABLE FOR RENT ---- THE
DENTIST,DR. ZIMMERMAN OWNED IT AND RENTED IT TO US . WE LIVED THERE FOR
TWELVE YEARS. (IN TIME THE HOUSE WAS SOLD TO A NEIGHBOR WHO BOUGHT IT
AS
AN INVESTMENT AND DID SOME IMPROVEMENTS TO IT BEFORE HE SOLD IT TO A
FAMILY NAMED FISHER, AND WE HAD TO MOVE) THIS
PROPERTY, ON THE CORNER OF QUEEN AND CHERRY STREETS (named for the two
huge sweet cherry trees on Manfredie's - later Frattaroli's property
and
the one sour cherry tree on ours just on this side of the Balaster's
house) HAD A HUGE AREA FOR GROWING VEGETABLES, RAISING CHICKENS, AND WE
EVEN RAISED TWO PIGS EACH YEAR TO BUTCHER IN THE FALL ALONG WITH A HALF
DOZEN OTHER FAMILIES WHO ALL HAD THE KNOWLEDGE TO PRESERVE THE PORK IN
SEASONINGS AND WRAPPINGS ---FREEZERS WERE STILL DECADES INTO THE
FUTURE! THE DAY ANIMALS WERE TO BE SLAUGHTERED AND BUTCHERED ALL
THE MEN WOULD BRING THEIR ANIMALS TO THE FIELD NEXT TO RAGUINTO'S
(across the street from Candori's) AND, ONE AT A TIME LET LOOSE TO BE
SHOT, OPENED,(Sparky's,my dad, job), BLOODED,AND OTHER GORY NECESSITIES. ---
EACH THEN WOULD RECLAIM THEIR DEAD ANIMALS, LOAD THEM INTO THEIR WAGONS
AND TAKE THEM HOME WHERE THEY HOISTED THEM VERTICALLY INTO THE AIR TO
BE SCRAPED AND SKINNED USING HUGE POTS OF BOILING WATER STILL HUNG OVER
BLAZING FIRES THE WOMAN OF THE HOUSE PREPARED. LARD WAS RENDERED, SKIN
STRETCHED TO DRY FOR LONG PERIODS OF TIME ON RACKS, MEAT CUT ,SALTED,
CUTS FOR BACON SPECIALLY HANDLED -- AND -- THE HAMS BURIED IN SPICES
FOR PROSCIUTTO (which will be hung in the attic and we kids will attack it
long before its fully cured).
I DON'T WANT TO FORGET ABOUT THE NANNY GOATS WE HAD FOR A
VERY SHORT TIME. "POP" INTENDED TO DRINK GOAT'S MILK AND MAKE CHEESE
~~~~ THE GOAT WOULD BUTT EVERYONE WHO CAME NEAR; IT HAD TO BE
RESTRAINED TO MILK IT, THE MILK SMELLED TO HIGH HEAVEN AND IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS
WAS GIVEN TO A FARMER WHO LATER GAVE "POP" A JOB. TALK ABOUT
BEING RESOURCEFUL,THE STRAW NEEDED FOR BEDDING ANIMALS WAS THE TALL GRASS THAT GREW ALONG
THE QUITTIE -- IT WAS CUT WITH A SCYTHE,( everyone owned a scythe !)
BUNDLED, DRIED, IN A SHED OR UNDER RAFTERS AND READY FOR USE! ----
ANOTHER ECONOMICAL RITUAL WAS TO COLLECT RAIN WATER AND KEEP IT IN A
CISTERN UNDER THE WOODEN SLATS OF THE PORCH . THIS WAS THEN USED FOR
WASHING CLOTHES IN OUR NON-ELECTRIC, HANDLE OPERATED WASH MACHINE!
MEMORY IS VAGUE AS TO WHEN RAISING ANIMALS ENDED AND THE "BARN"
CONVERTED TO A GARAGE TO HOLD OUR FIRST AUTOMOBILE, A 1928 ESSEX! IT
COST $50.00 --- THE DARN THING WOULDN'T STOP AT "POP'S" YELLING
"WOAH" AND SMASHED THROUGH THE BACK OF THE "BARN" INTO THE CHICKEN
YARD, CAUSING THE
"BAC KA HOUSE "TO CHANGE POSITION! -- IT REMAINED IN THE BARN A
FEW YEARS UNTIL MY BROTHER JIM TRADED IT FOR A 1933 TERRPLANE !!!!!
SOMEHOW, MOST FAMILIES KNEW HOW TO MAKE WINE, BEER AND ROOT BEER
--- THESE WERE STORED IN THE GROUND FLOOR CELLAR AS WAS THE COAL THAT
THE OLDER BROTHERS WOULD COLLECT ALONG THE RAILROAD TRACKS.
THE COUNTRY WAS IN THE FOURTH YEAR OF THE DEPRESSION WHEN I
STARTED TAKING NOTICE OF THE FORGOING. I RECOGNIZED THE STRUGGLES OF MY
PARENTS AND OLDER SIBLINGS. I OBSERVED HOW TWO OF MY BROTHERS WOULD GO
TO SCHOOL, WORK SOMEWHERE AFTER SCHOOL, EARN ALMOST NOTHING AND BRING
HOME SOME COINS TO GIVE TO MY MOTHER .
MY OLDEST BROTHER, HOWEVER, WAS QUITE TALENTED ARTISTICALLY. HE
CONVERTED A PART OF THE "BARN" INTO A "STUDIO". BY THE AGE OF FIFTEEN HE
WOULD DRAW PICTURES AND PAINT SIGNS FOR WHICH HE WAS PAID IN DOLLARS,
NOT COINS, AND THIS WENT TOWARDS THE FAMILY'S SURVIVAL. THEN TRAGEDIES
STRUCK.
THE DEPRESSION YEARS <<
I HAD STARTED FIRST GRADE IN THE FALL OF 1933. HOW PROUD I WAS
TO WALK DOWN THE MIDDLE OF QUEEN STREET WITH MY COUSIN , EVELYN, WHO
WAS
ALSO STARTING FIRST GRADE (and felt safer walking together) OUR TEACHER
WAS THE WELL KNOWN MRS. WALTERS AND I GOT TO ENJOY SCHOOL FOR TWO
MONTHS WHEN I WAS STRUCK WITH PNEUMONIA.
WITH THE HELP OF ONE OF THE KRAEMER GIRLS, WHO WAS A NURSE
AT THE GOOD SAMARITAN HOSPITAL, I WAS ADMITTED THERE. ~~ IT WASN'T
UNTIL THE EARLY '40's THAT PENICILLIN WAS DISCOVERED, SO THERE WERE NO
ANTIBIOTICS FOR PNEUMONIA ~~~ MY "DOUBLE PNEUMONIA" NEEDED SURGERY TO
DRAIN THE FLUIDS AROUND MY LUNGS. A RIB WAS REMOVED AND A RUBBER TUBE
INSERTED -- IT TOOK FOUR MONTHS TO CURE ME AND I WAS SENT HOME AROUND
MARCH OF 1934. I RETURNED TO MRS. WALTERS WHO SET ME APART FROM THE
REST OF THE CLASS AND I HAD TO RE-ENTER THE FIRST GRADE IN THE FALL WITH A
YOUNG BEAUTIFUL TEACHER, MISS EVANS.
AGAIN PNEUMONIA STRUCK OUR FAMILY. THIS TIME IT WAS MY
YOUNGER SISTER, ELSA MARIE, MERELY FOUR YEARS OLD. THIS TIME THERE WAS
NO ONE TO HELP GET HER INTO THE HOSPITAL AND SHE DIED IN NOVEMBER OF
THAT YEAR,1934 . THE KRAEMER'S AGAIN CAME TO OUR AID AND TOOK CARE OF
THE BURIAL.
THE COUNTRY WAS NOW IN THE DEPTH OF DEPRESSION. IT WASN'T
UNTIL 1936 THAT PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT GOT THE "WORKS PROJECT
ADMINISTRATION "(WPA), STARTED. SO MY FATHER HAD TO WORK WHERE AND IF HE
COULD FIND IT. THE FARMER TO WHOM HE GAVE THE NANNY GOAT GAVE HIM A JOB
AT A DOLLAR A DAY AND ALL THE MILK HE NEEDED TO FEED HIS FAMILY. THIS
AND SOME WEEKEND EMPLOYMENT WITH THE GAS COMPANY BROUGHT IN A LITTLE
MONEY. --- BUT ! --- AGAIN, DEATH IS WAITING! THE MILK WE WERE
DRINKING FOR ABOUT A YEAR WAS "RAW MILK" NOT PASTEURIZED AND WAS
TUBERCULAR! TUBERCULOSIS IS A KILLER DISEASE AFFECTING THE LUNGS AND IS
HIGHLY COMMUNICABLE! THREE OF OUR FIVE REMAINING CHILDREN GOT "TB", THE
ELDEST, JOE, GOT IT. HE SUFFERED GREATLY AT HOME AND DIED IN 1936. THE
SECOND BROTHER, FRANK, SHOWED SIGNS OF "TB" A FEW MONTHS LATER AND WAS
SENT TO A MOUNTAIN SANATORIUM BREATHING CLEAN AIR YET DIED TWO YEARS
LATER . AND FINALLY, MY SISTER, LIBBY WAS AFFECTED AND HAD TO QUIT
SCHOOL SO THAT THE SANATORIUM COULD "COLLAPSE" OR TEMPORARILY SUSPEND
ONE LUNG WHILE THE OTHER KEPT HER BREATHING ---- SHE SURVIVED USING
ONLY ONE LUNG FOR ABOUT EIGHT YEARS AND IS ALIVE TODAY (2006). HOWEVER,
ALZHEIMERS DISEASE HAS HER IN ANOTHER WORLD.
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WAR CLOUDS BEGIN TO GATHER
ALTHOUGH IT'S NOT YET 1940, ENGLAND'S ATTEMPT TO APPEASE HITLER
ISN'T WORKING AND WORLD WAR TWO COMES TO OUR ALLIES OF 1918! OUR
ECONOMY PICKS UP AS A RESULT AND MANY JOBS BECOME AVAILABLE. AS
MENTIONED EARLIER, WE MOVED FROM QUEEN STREET TO CHURCH STREET NEAR
OTHER ITALIANS, THE ANGELO'S AND THE FELIGS. THE ONLY ADVANTAGE HERE
WAS THAT THIS HOUSE HAD A BATHROOM. BUT! HAVING TO LEAVE MY BELOVED QUEEN
STREET AND MY BUDDIES, EDDIE REGUINTO, CARL LUPINETTI, PAUL BALASTER,
ANGELO VITTI WAS A HEARTBREAK! I RETURNED ALMOST DAILY. WHILE LIVING
MOST OF MY LIFE ON QUEEN STREET AT THIS POINT, I HAD TWO ANGELS WATCHING
OVER ME, NELLIE BERNARDO, AND VIENNA CANDORI ALONG WITH HER DAUGHTER, MAGGIE.
HOW VERY FORTUNATE THAT MY SPIRTUAL WELL BEING WAS IN SUCH GOOD HANDS. I KNOW
TWO OF THEM NOW HAVE BUDDIES LIKE SISTER THERESA AS NEIGHBORS.
.>>>>>> ******** <<<<<<<<
GETTING BACK TO THE ECONOMY
THE ASTOR MOVIE THEATRE HAD GIVEN EMPLOYMENT TO ALBERT
BERNARDO (who in turn hired me and a few other 10 to 12 year olds to
carry circulars to homes in Annvile, Cleona and Palmyra ---- our pay was
free admission to the theatre ANYTIME !). WITH THE IMPROVED ECONOMY,
ALBY GOT A BETTER JOB AND GAVE THIS ONE TO MY BROTHER JIM WHO KEPT IT
FOR A VERY SHORT TIME WHEN HE TOO GOT A FORTY-FOUR HOUR A WEEK JOB IN
THE NEW CARLISLE SHOE FACTORY ON SOUTH LANCASTER STREET. PLEASE NOTE
THAT AT THAT TIME, THE NORMAL WORK WEEK WAS 44 HOURS NOT FORTY AS IT IS
TODAY.
OUR TOWN STARTED TO PROSPER. THE GRIMM'S 5 & 10¢
STORE ADDED A RESTAURANT ON THE WEST SIDE OF THE BUILDING AND MANY OF
THE SHOE FACTORY WORKERS ATE LUNCH THERE. MY BROTHER WOULD TREAT ME TO
LUNCH ON FRIDAY'S --AND-- EACH TIME I WAS THERE, I'D HAVE F R E N C H -
F R I E S --- THE NEW WAY TO FRY POTATOES!! THIS ERA PASSED
TOO OUICKLY WHEN ON DECEMBER 7, 1941, WAR CAME TO AMERICA ---- I HAD
RETURNED FROM CHURCH AND GOT ON MY BICYCLE TO VISIT QUEEN STREET. I HAD
JUST WON THIS BIKE IN A DRAWING OF NAMES AT THE DAVIS'S DRUG STORE ON
THE CORNER OF MAIN & LANCASTER STREETS AND WANTED TO SHOW IT OFF. I
RODE TO CANDORI'S STORE WHERE ANOTHER THING WAS BEING ADMIRED AT THE CURB.
DOMINIC CANDORI HAD JUST BOUGHT A BEAUTIFUL 1941 ROBIN EGG BLUE PONTIAC
--- AND --- IT NOT ONLY WAS VERY BEAUTIFUL, BUT IT HAD A
R A D I O ! AND HE WAS DEMONSTRATING IT TO THE MEN
AROUND IT ±±±± THE PROGRAM IT WAS PLAYING WAS INTERRUPTED WITH
THE NEWS THAT PEARL HARBOR WAS BOMBED BY THE JAPANESE! JUST ABOUT
EVERYONE THERE BECAME SILENT AND TEARS WERE APPARENT AS WERE THE LUMPS
IN OUR THROATS. THE DRAFT HAD STARTED A YEAR BEFORE AND MANY
YOUNG MEN DEPARTED ANNVILLE TO SERVE IN THE MILITARY. SOME OF THOSE
LEAVING FOR THE MILITARY EARLY ON WERE DOMINIC QUINTILLI, TONY
DIENNO, GEORGE NICKLISS, FRANCIS RIEKER, CARL WITMEYER, GEORGE
DeLONG, DICK SHIOES, AND ON AND ON THROUGHOUT THE WAR.
«««<<<<<
THE MENTION OF A RADIO IN DOMINIC'S CAR CAUSES ME TO RETURN
TO THE MIDDLE '30s. RADIOS WERE BIG PRICE ITEMS AND NOT TO MANY WERE TO
BE FOUND ON QUEEN STREET. HOWEVER, THE 5 & 10¢ STORE SOLD A KIT TO
MAKE A "CRYSTAL SET" FOR LESS THAN A DOLLAR. MY BROTHER, JOE, BOUGHT ONE
AND AFTER PUTTING IT TOGETHER AND RUNNING THE AERIAL DOWN THE WASH LINE
WE COULD GET A LOT OF STATIC WHICH, TO US, WAS GREAT! ONCE IN THE WHILE
WE COULD FAINTLY HEAR SOMEONE TALKING BUT THIS WASN'T RADIO! ROY QUAIROLI
HAD A LITTLE RADIO SHOP NEXT TO HOT DOG FRANKS . ONE DAY HE WAS
SOLICITING DOOR TO DOOR ON QUEEN STREET AND MY BROTHER JIM BOUGHT A
TABLE MODEL ZENETH FROM HIM. IT COST $16.00 AND HE HAD A YEAR TO PAY
FOR IT! HOW PROUD MY BROTHER WAS TO GIVE THIS TO THE FAMILY. HE WENT OUT
AND DUG DITCHES, GETTING QUITE DARK FROM THE SUN, AND PAID FOR IT IN ABOUT
SIX MONTHS!
THE RADIO SHOP WAS ONE OF MANY SHOPS LOCATED ON THE MAIN
STREET OF ANNVILLE . I CAN REMEMBER THE AMERICAN STORE, THE A&P,
SPANGLER'S, KIMPORT'S, SEABOLTS, MILLER'S HARWARE STORE, HOT DOG
FRANKS, 4 BARBER SHOPS, 3 RESTAURANTS, 2 GAS STATIONS, 3 DOCTOR OFFICES,
ONE BANK AFTER LOSING ONE IN 1932, A SADDLE SHOP, KRAEMER'S FURNITURE STORE, A
LITTLE CANDY STORE NEAR CHESTNUT STREET, THE WASHINGTON HOUSE, MILLERS
AND LOUIE'S SALOONS, LIGHT'S PAINT STORE, FINK'S & PENWAY BAKERIES, AND
PROBABLY SOME THAT I'VE FORGOTTEN.
BEFORE LEAVING THIS TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE, I MUST RECALL
THE IMPRESSIVE WEDDINGS OF MY TIME ON QUEEN STREET. BONNIE BERNARDO
MARRIED FRANCIS RIEKER AND A HORSE AND CARRIAGE RIDE THROUGH OUT THE
NEIGHBORHOOD BROUGHT THE HAPPY COUPLE TO ALL OF US TO WISH THEM WELL
----- GLORIA TRENTA MARRIED WAYNE SNAVELY AND THE WELL WISHERS COVERED
THEIR HOUSE AND YARD . HERE'S ONE WEDDING THAT DIDN'T SAVE THE BEST
WINE FOR LATER. EVEN THOSE OF US WHO DRANK A WATER GLASS OF RED WINE WITH
OUR EVENING MEAL, GOT TO ENJOY ANOTHER FAMILY'S WINE MAKING TALENT.
RETURNING TO THE DAYS OF GRADE SCHOOL, THE HALLOWEEN PARADES
COME TO MIND. I RECALL BEING IN THE FIFTH AND THEN THE SIXTH GRADE WHEN
OUR TEACHERS WOULD SUGGEST A THEME FOR US TO PREPARE FOR OUR
PARTICIPATION IN THE "GREAT HALLOWEEN PARADE DOWN MAIN STREET. I CAN
ONLY RECALL WHAT THAT THEME WAS FOR MISS SARAH MILLER'S SIXTH GRADE
CLASS IN WHICH I EAGERLY PARTICIPATED -- WE ALL DRESSED AS "CHARLIE
McCARTHY' AND SHE AS EDGAR BERGAN. WHY ONLY THAT ONE YEAR REMAINS IN MY
MEMORY IS A MYSTERY! BUT I DO REMEMBER ANOTHER TRADITION OF OUR SCHOOL
TO END EACH SCHOOL YEAR ---- A HIKE TO MT. GRETNA!!!
MINIATURE GOLF, BOATING AND SWIMMING ON THE LAKE, HOT DOGS, MAYBE SOME
COUNTRY MUSIC ON THE STAGE AND A BIG HOPE WE COULD BUM A RIDE HOME!
SAINT PAUL THE APOSTLE CHURCH WAS (and remains to today) A
MAJOR PART OF OUR TOWN AND OUR LIVES. THE PRIESTS ASSIGNED THERE BY THE
BISHOP (who was guided by God), WERE MEN WHO UNDERSTOOD US. THEY DID
EVERYTHING EXPECTED OF THE CLERGY --- STARTING ORGANIZATIONS WITHIN THE
CHURCH, ENCOURAGING FELLOWSHIP AMONG THE MEMBERS, KEEPING GOD IN OUR
LIVES, --AND-- ROUTINELY VISITED OUR HOMES! THEY SAW WHERE THEY COULD
HELP CALM MEN WHO WERE FRUSTRATED IN NOT BEING ABLE TO PROVIDE FOR
THEIR FAMILYS. THEY ENCOURAGED EVERYONE TO SHARE THEIR SPARE TIME WITH THOSE
WHO NEEDED HOPE. THEY ORGANIZED CHURCH PICNICS EACH SUMMER TO BRING US
A DAY OF JOY. IN THIS ENDEAVOR, I REMEMBER RAYMOND CLODOVEO USING HIS
SCHOOL BUS TO RUN MANY TRIPS BETWEEN THE CHURCH AND THE PICNIC
GROUNDS. ALSO MIKE LUPPINETTI WITH HIS MODEL " A" FORD SAW TO IT THAT NO
ONE WAS LEFT BEHIND. THEY GAVE WORK TO THOSE WHO WERE DOWN TO ZERO IN
THEIR POCKETS.
THEY KEPT GOD IN ALL ENDEAVORS OF THE YOUNG AND THE OLD. -------
AND
THIS WAS OLD WEST ANNVILLE!
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Take a walk up Queen Street with Johnnie Bernardo:
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I got an email from Arcadia Publishing last week. They saw the
www.oldwestannville.com
web site and they are interested in partnering with us on a
photographic history book of
Annville and west Annville. There would be no cost to us but
they would hope to sell us
some books I suppose. John and Charlie, you have done a
wonderful job in recreating those
old times in the neighborhood. It brings it all back.
Thank you.
Dr. Pooge
NAPA422@AOL.COM wrote:
WOWWWWWWWWWW Arcadia Publishing sounds GREAT... Where are they from? No charge to us sounds GREAT.. Perhaps Rachel can be our Editor. I HOPE that some day,, the THEME for Old Annville Day will be "AN ITALIAN STREET FESTA"......to recognize the ethnic diversity of Annville, PA. in the thirties, forties, and fifties. Of course, in those days , there was not much "ethnic diversity"..... there were no Hispanics,, no Asians,, no Africans,, no Muslims, no Jews in Annville that i was aware of......., just the German Lutherans who were here for many generations, and the Italian Roman Catholics and Hungarians who came here in the late 1800's and early 1900s to work in the stone quarries , and in the building of such places as the Hershey Chocolate Plant, and laying the trolley tracks in Annville. i think the Hungarians lived in Lebanon or elsewhere. Some of the Italians were shoemakers. some worked in factories, and , all had the talent of making great wines, and growing great fruits (Iincluding FIGS) and vegetables in their gardens.and eating the now famous "Mediterranean" diet"!! There were many jokes about garlic and spaghetti... but today, you can find an italian restaurant / pizzeria practically in every block!! WHO DOESN'T LIKE PASTA AND PIZZA??? WE HAVE ARRIVED!!
Ha, you get that right, John. Everybody loves the Italians
now days...
what's not to love eh? Arcadia Publishing is from NH I think. I
believe
they specialize in local history.
Hi,
I found out about your group and website through Rachel Noll who was told by John
Bernardo. You've done a *wonderful* job with getting old friends together to talk
about the old times and growing up in your "ethnic" neighborhood! I'm enjoying
reading all the reminiscing.
I'm not an Annville native having come to Lebanon Valley College as a freshman in
1969 and I've pretty well been here ever since. My interest lies in the town of Annville
- the families who originally settled here down to the present day. It's amazing how
many remnants of those original families are still in the Annville area. In my
husband's genealogy he has a connection with the Rotunda and Lupinetti families in
two different branches. I also note that "Jackie", who sent under the name of
Pagansgem, is also in a line of cousins. I'd love to get in touch with her if you might
be able to share her email with me.
My husband was Mike Miller, middle son of Rich and grandson of "Ussie" Miller. What
a memory he had of growing up in Annville! He would so enjoy reading what your
group has been sharing, and I know would be able to add to it. One thing I do recall is
him frequently speaking of Micozzi's Hobby Shop in the basement of a home on
Queen street. I must get into the old photos and see if there may be something you
might be able to use.
I, also, grew up in an ethnic neighborhood in Hartford Connecticut. I'm second
generation Swedish-American and hold our family traditions dear to my heart. No one
ever entered my grandparents home without being offered coffee and a bit to eat.
You made time for visitors, no matter how inconvenient. There was a definite
comraderie amongst these people, all of whom had left their homeland for a new life
in America. They did not speak English [and after 50+ years my grandparents still
sounded as if they were straight off the boat] and were not familiar with the customs.
They so much wanted their children to be part of the culture and not labeled as
"emigrants", but it wasn't easy as they were still looked upon with suspicion during
WW I and then again at WW II since their language was so similar to German. You can
only understand the emigrant experience if you've been a part of it. Growing up in
America as an American is a truly precious gift.
Thanks for your website and group.
Linnea Travis Miller
Annville
Hello Linnea,It was so great to hear from you. I'm sorry it took so long for my reply but I hadn't checked this email for some time since it usually forwards through from the OldWestAnnville group.Linnea, thank you so much for your kind words about the OldWestAnnville website and the group that has come together because of it. I started the site early this year after visiting Annville and my mother for Christmas. My Mom is Anna Balaster. She is 93 and still lives in the house on Cherry St. where I was born.I have been so delighted about what has evolved out of the web site. It has brought so many people together...many people that I haven't seen or heard from since I was a little boy. Even more important is that, had it not been for this web site, most of us would never have gotten together again. This has been an incredible experience.Yes, I remember Rich Miller and the bar on Main street. We used to collect beer bottles and bring them to the bar for the deposit. Later, of course, I drank a few beers there too. Dave Miller was about my age. Mike, I think, is the younger brother. I don't know if he remembers me.It was wonderful growing up there and it's absolutely incredible to rekindle friendships with so many of my childhood friends. Thank you so much for writing, Linnea. If it's okay with you, I would like to include your letter on the web site at www.oldwestannville.com and on the yahoo group site. Please let me know if that's okay with you. Your letter expresses the sentiments of the American emigrants at that time very well.Ammon, "Dr. Pooge"
Dr. Pooge
From April
Snavely
Rissinger
July 30, 2006
Dear Poogie:
This is great. A wonderful tribute to the Italians who predominately
lived on
the West end of Annville. I was paging through Delores' pictures and
got to
her 4th birthday party. The two children with question marks next to
their
names are my cousins Paul and Jeanette Myers. Their mother was Della (Trenta)
Myers, my Aunt and their father was Ralph. Jeanette's married name is
Screem.
I love looking a these and it brings back great memories of great
times. I
thought all these people in the neighborhood were related to me when I
was a
child. Anywhere you went you were loved and accepted and made part of
the
festivities.
I hope to see more Trenta and Lupinetti shots. Bill and I were told
that there
were a few of us as kids too, but I haven't come accross them. If I
get a
chance I will look for some pictures to send you.
April (Snavely) Rissinger
From: Dr. Pooge
To: April Snavely
August 15, 2006
To Bill Snavely
From: Ammon Balaster "Dr. Pooge"
August 15, 2006
Hey Bill,
Wow, it is great to hear from you. This website thing has been
incredible at getting old, old friends together after half a century
or
more. It is really great to hear from you. We probabley haven't
seen
each other since we were about 15 or so. I saw your dad at my Uncle
Dicks funeral a few years ago. It was wonderful to talk with him.
Glad to hear you are enjoying your retirement. I'm still trying to
earn a real retirement. I'll look for those old pictures, Bill.
Thanks for making contact and keep me posted on your retirement
adventures.
Pooge
A little humor From Charlie Mariani
The Italian Golfer ``````````````````` An 80-year old Italian man goes to the doctor for a check-up. The doctor is amazed at what good shape the guy is in and asks, "How do you stay in such great physical condition?" I'm Italian and I am a golfer," says the old guy,"and that's why I'm in such good shape." I'm up well before daylight and out golfing up and down the fairways." "Have a glass of vino, and all is well." "Well," says the doctor, "I'm sure that helps, but there's got to be more to it. How old was your Dad when he died?" "Who said my Dad's dead?" The doctor is amazed. "You mean you're 80 years old and your Dad's still alive. How old is he?" "He's 100 years old," says the old Italian golfer. "In fact he golfed with me this morning, and then we went to the topless beach for a walk, that's why he's still alive ... he's Italian and he's a golfer too." "Well," the doctor says, "that's great, but I'm sure there's more to it than that. How about your Dad's Dad? How old was he when he died?" "Who said my grandpa's dead?" "He's still akick'n." Stunned, the doctor asks, "You mean you're 80 years old and your grandfather's still living! Incredible, how old is he?" "He's 118 years old," says the old Italian golfer. The doctor is getting frustrated at this point, "So, I guess he went golfing with you this morning too?" "No. Grandpa couldn't go this morning because he's getting married today." At this point the doctor is close to losing it. "Getting married!! Why would a 118 year-old guy want to get married?" "Who said he wanted to?"
August 22 2006
Dr. Pooge writes:
I was just reading over the great memories that Charlie and John wrote and I though it might be time for me to add some of my own.
I came along a little bit later near the end of the war as you said, Charlie. But I remember most of the people you guys mentioned. They were older then and I didn't get to know them very well. I remember Battaia sitting on his porch smoking one of those Italian cigars either Parodis or DiNobelis I believe. I think it was the DiNobles that you bought loose from a box at Vienna's store (Candori's Grocery)...they weren't wrapped or packaged, just a long dried up stick of a cigar that was tapered on both ends so you could cut it in half and have two cigars. Battaia had these cigars stashed all over his place, on the porch, in the barn. Wherever he went around the place, he could find an old cigar, light it up with those big wooden strike-anywhere matches (barn lighters or barn burners) take a few puffs and then set it back down.
Battaia would sit on his porch and see me a block or so away on my bicycle and he would yell out to me in his booming voice "Hey Armando, get the hell uppa here". So I would ride up and we'd sit on his porch and talk. Well....he didn't speak much English and I didn't speak much Italian but we had a good time and we had plenty of laughs. He was quite a character.
My Dad said Battaia came to him in the quarry one day and wanted to sell him a pig. My Dad asked him how much he wanted for the pig and Battaia told him. Well, my Dad said it was way over priced. So he told Battaia that it was too much and you could get a pig anywhere for much less per pound. Battaia looked at my Dad very seriously and said "Eh but dis Italian pig!"
Yeah I remember playing Caddy, and base ball in the Alley next to my house . I think Mari hit the ball and broke a window in our house one time. My Dad rented a garage bay across the alley there from old man Bowman before we had a garage of our own. On the first of every month, my Dad would give me $2.00 to take to Mr. Bowman to pay the garage rent. Mr. Bowman lived up on Main street there. His daughter Eva was married to Joe Smith and they lived next door on Main street. Ken Smith was their son. He was my age and he taught me to play qouits in their back yard. Every summer I think it was Eva's sister Florence and her husband Harry Westenberger would come north from Florida. They would live in a little trailer they parked in the alley just across from our house. Harry was a very interesting man. He had a fantastic collection of arrowheads and civil war stuff that he had found over the years. He was a very smart, well traveled man and knew all about the indians and the civil war and more. Florence and Harry became good friends with our family and one summer they took us on a trip to Gettysburg. Harry was an outstanding tour guide because he took us places and showed us historical things that no one else even knew about. On the way he stopped at an old stone bridge and showed us some dinosaur tracks in the stone. Another summer we took a trip on the Skyline Drive in the Great Smokey Mountains. These two trips were the only trips our family ever had and it was all because of Florence and Harry. Harry also knew Morse code because he had been a code operator in the army or something. Anyway he taught me Morse code and I got pretty good at it. Later I became a licensed Ham operator.
Mari and I often got into some building projects. We built a dynamite box derby car one time. We didn't have any soap boxes to build a soap box derby car but we had a lot of dynamite boxes because my Dad was a blaster in Millard's Quarry. Well, Mari and I built this really neat dynamite box car in that rented garage bay we had across the alley from our house. We had some old wheels form my brother Paul's wagon and some axle rods but we had to drill holes in the steel axle rods for cotter pins (or nails) to hold the wheels on. Dad had some drill bits in the shanty and a hand drill so we were drilling for days and I think we made one hole. Finally Junior Dotter who had the garage (shop) just next to us in the alley saw us toiling for days and came over. He was a quiet guy but he took his electric drill and drilled those holes for us and gave us some real cotter pins to put in for the wheels. He was really nice and while we were there we saw a really neat motor thing in his scrap barrel. Junior told us it was a fuel pump off a truck and he said we could have it. So we took it and mounted it on the back of the dynamite box car as a rear engine design and if you pushed on the lever it would make a cool noise too. We didn't have a steering wheel on the car just a rope. I don't think we ever got enough courage to go down the mill hill in it. Maybe we were smarter than we looked.
Remember how we all hung out over "at the store" , Candori's Grocery or Vienna's. Butch, Mari and I used to hang out over there all summer. One time Vienna came out and fried an egg on the sidewalk just to show us how hot it was. We were all amazed. When it was cold or rainy we'd hang out inside sitting on the coke cooler in front of the window. Sometimes Vienna would put us to work sorting soft drink bottles in the basement back by the CooCoo House. When we had sorted all the bottles into their respective cases she would give us a Pepsi. Pepsi was the thing then because it was Mari's favorite. He'd get jonesing for a Pepsi on a hot day and he'd start to chant "seven cents, seven cents, seven cents". That would get Butch and I thinking about going home and asking our Mom for 7 cents for a Pepsi. CocaCola was only a nickel but Mari pointed out quite correctly that the coke was only an 8 oz bottle where the Pepsi was a 12 oz bottle for just 2 cents more.
Vienna and Palmy tended the store most of the time but Dominic was often there on weekends I guess. Sometimes I'd order an ice cream cone and Dominic would go back in the "Coocoo house " where the ice cream cooler was and he'd look to see what kind of ice cream he had...."I gotta chocolata, Manulla, en strumberry" he'd say. I always got the chocolata.
Duper Livering used to come down the street once in awhile rolling an old tire from Smitty;s junk yard which was next to his house. Duper was all black and dirty from rolling this tire around but he was a big kid and I thought he must be really cool to just roll a tire around wherever he went. Some of the other big kids would toss coins on Vienna's porch. I don't remember the game but something about whoever got the closest (or not) to the lines of the porch floor boards would win all the coins.
Sparky used to come around on his motorcycle once in awhile too. That was a special treat for us kids. At first he just had a Whizzer Motorbike but then he got a brand new Indian motorcycle. It was green and he kept it spotless. He would park across the street from the store and we would go over and look at that fine machine. Sparky never had a driver's license he just rode the motorcycle on a learners permit all those years. When he died my Uncle Dick got me his leather jacket. I still have it but I wonder what happened to that Indian motorcycle.
The rag man and the junk man came down the street every now and again on a horse and buggy. I think they were Amish or Mennonites. they wore all black and had the black hats and they didn't say much but if they did you could hardly understand them. The Rag Man in particular had a sing song chant as his horse clip clopped down the street, " Raggs Rine, Rags, Rine" or something like that. If you gave him some rags they would make it into a rug for you and bring it back to you the next time he came. The junk man would actually pay you to take your junk away.... the better your junk the more he would pay you. I gave him a bunch of lead tubing from our old player piano one time and he paid me for it. Mom said I could keep the money when I gave the junk to him so I was rich.
I remember the thriving downtown area that you painted so well, Charlie. We used to go to the Astor Theater. I think it was Monday nights they had "The Chapter". This was a continuing adventure and, as I recall it was pretty scary, complete with monsters and the like. The cost was maybe $0.30 or so. Butch and I would walk down to the theater and one time Mom gave me an extra $0.50 and told me to go to the CoEd Luncheonette after the movie and order a chocolate ice cream soda. One for me and one for Butch. Well, I had never heard of an ice cream soda and neither had Butch but that's what Mom said so after the movie we went into the CoEd where the college kids hung out. My Aunt Della Mariani and Uncle Frank Marino owned the CoEd but Della was always always serving and sometimes my Unce Dick Mariani would help out.
Anyway after the movie, Butch and I went to the CoEd and ordered a chocolate ice cream soda...WOW, this was the best thing we had ever tasted and we were hooked. After that we always had to have a chocolate ice cream soda after the movie and pretty soon we felt pretty comfortable there even though it was really a college hang out at that time with a great juke box and pin ball machines and all.
Okay, it's getting late so that's all the memories for now. Remind me to tell you about the boat Mari and I had, Butch's and my hut at Franky Moore's, Mari's pony "Pinto", and my Whizzer motorbike.
Ciao for now.
Dr. Pooge
August 23,2006
Charlie and Jeanne <marianicj@webtv.net> wrote:
Dear Ammon,
In a one word summary:
S E N S A T I O N A L
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I spot the name: DR. POOGE ~~ that alone gets the attention of anyone
searching for something to read --- something interesting -- not text
or instruction reading, but good, exciting, picturesque,down to earth
reading --- Add to that the name ARMANDO --- that to me denotes
strength
--- perhaps another Mark Twain --- I'm anxious to read on --AND I DID.
~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~
When a writer can pull you into the story, when you are standing along
side those boys building that soap box racer, when you can almost
taste
that chocolate ice cream soda, when you remember that you too got rich
from the rag man for your own scrap years before on these very same
streets, when you hear Mother say here's little something extra so as
to have a good time, etc. etc. WOW ! Thank You for making me a part of
this wonderful project.
I can help resolve the mystery of "Sparky's" Indian Motorcycle. He was
coming into West Lebanon on RT. 422 and was clocked at doing 72 miles
an
hour. This not only caused him to loose driving privileges , it made
Jim
& I realize that his inability to read was dangerous and we wouldn't
allow another "permit" ever. We helped him sell the motorcycle and
replaced it with a top-of-the-line bicycle which he kept highly
polished
and decorated, until his death when we gave it to his grandson "JO JO"
who, after the funeral, took it home to "Bell Flower", CA. --- He put
it
on the back porch and the next morning it was GONE!
AND,so it goes --- thank you for the leadership roll in keeping "Old
West Annville" in the hearts of all who enter our web site.
August 24, 2006
Dr. Pooge writes:
Charlie,
Thank you so much for your inspiring words. You made my day today. Remember it is your fine memories that inspired mine. I'm so glad we have all gotten together again. What a wonderful blessing.
Thank you
Dr. Pooge
P.S.
Charlie, thanks for the information on your Dad, "Sparky". I often think about him and how perfectly he kept that motorcycle. You know I never knew him well but he was always very nice to us little boys at the store and he would tell us all about his fine motorcycle. I can still hear his distinctive voice. He was our idol.
I'm sorry to hear that about the bicycle. I bet JoJo was crushed.
Dr. Pooge
August 23, 2006
April Writes:
Dear Dr. Pooge:
After reading your e-mail, I start remebering things. I do remember
Battaia. I
also remember Vienna's store.
I was younger than you and Bill and the rest of the gang, but I
remember Battaia
sitting on his porch. I was afraid of him! He was always swearing.
When I
think of it now I guess I was afraid of him cause he was an older man
and he
was rough spoken.
I loved Vienna's store it was neat to go down the street to buy penny
candy.
Sneaking by the Shuey's house with all those screaming kids was
tricky. I
remember Vicki and Mike Baldori living next to the store at one point
and I
think Chip Levine lived next to that store too sometime along the way.
You mentioned the Old Mill Hill too. That was the place to sled. My
brother,
Bill, used to take me there and tell me not to go too fast or I would
end up
in the creek.
I also remember the rag man. He would yell raggs......raggs.
Kathy Rieker Minnich would love the horse, but I think her Nonna
Nellie and my
Aunt Jennie told us they would give us to the rag man if we were
naughty. They
spoke Italian all the time to each other when they would visit. Even
though
Kathy and I did not speak Italian we would get the jist of it. What
fun those
days were. I think everyone in the neigborhood had chicken coops too.
I know
my Aunt Jennie and Uncle Mike Lupinetti did and the Grimes did too. I
think Art
Fratteroli's had chickens too. I remember collecting the eggs for my
Aunt.
Yup that is where my Easter peeps went into Aunt Jennie and Uncle
Mikes chicken
coop.
Great times. Keep them coming!
April
August 24, 2006 Dr. Pooge writes:
Hi April and John
Oh they were some fun times. I remember the Bocce games and the More (Italian). I remember waking up on a Saturday morning to the men yelling numbers in Italian two blocks away. I would get really excited and quickly get up to go out and follow them play Bocce all around the alleys. They would throw play More as part of the Bocce game it seemed perhaps to settle a close tie or something. I thought maybe the game was who could yell the loudest. Years later, I taught my kids to play More.
April, I can see how you would be afraid of Battaia. He was rough and very loud but I was afraid of the Rag Man. He just looked really scary to me. Tina also said that her Mom (Levia) used to tell her she would give her to the Rag Man if she didn't behave.
Cardboard boxes from Kraemer's were great fun. We used to get really neat bamboo poles there too and we used to roller skate on their big cement loading dock. that dock was pretty high. I was always amazed that no one ever flew off the dock and got hurt. We had those skates with steel wheels that you clamped onto your shoes, remember. You needed a skate key to tighten the clamp.
April, originally the Candori family lived right there next to the store. Then Dominic built that fancy house high above west Main street, up form the Main Street bridge and the Baldoris moved into the house next to the store then later Maggie (Candori) and Poopy Levine lived there for a long time. I don't know who lives there now.
Mari and I had a boat we kept don there just below the Main Street bridge. We named it "The Lark". It was blue and white and we had the name "Lark" right on it. We first bought this flat bottom boat from Butch Beck who had it up there near the tannery gutter. Butch Alonzo and I used to play there after school and we used to admire that boat all the time. Finally the boat was sort of abandon (probably because Butch Beck got his driver's license) so Mari and I bought it for $15. We fixed it and made a nice slip for it there below the main street bridge. Well by the next year the plywood bottom of the boat rotted out so we took it up to Saylors lumber yard to the woodworker guy up there. I can't remember his name but I can picture him perfectly. Well he said he could put a new ash bottom on the boat and it wouldn't leak because the ask would swell up when it got wet and it would last a long time. Riley I think his name was. Well, Riley said it would cost $25 to put a new bottom on our boat. Mari always had money or he could get it from his Dad but I didn't have my half of the $25. Mari's Dad, Dominic, said he would loan me the money and we could get the boat fixed which we did. I though that was really something that Dominic would lend me that money so I made sure I paid him every week until it was all paid back. That was my first loan.
So the Boat was back in business and we would row way down past the island (near where the carnivals used to be held) past the dynamite house almost to the "Cement Creek" where Millards had channeled the whole creek for several miles where it went through the quarry area. If you got too close to the Cement Creek it would suck you in and there was no way you could row out of there. You would just have to ride it through the swift current until you came out way down by Clear Spring.
A really neat secluded place of the creek was called Sleepy Hollow. Mari named it that because it was a little hidden inlet of water which flowed from the spring that was back there (who remembers that cool spring with water cress and all?). Anyway, we could row through the reeds into this secluded little pond in there next to where an abandon railroad grade was and the remains of a bridge abutment across the Quittie. When I discovered girls, Sleepy Hollow was a really neat place to go in the boat. I took Tina there one time but I was too shy to kiss her.
I think I told this story before but one time we had the boat above the falls and I took Tina for a ride. Well the falls were pretty scary because it roared and all. Well I knew that with too people in the boat, it wouldn't go over the falls but rather it would just hit against the dam and I was strong enough by then that I could row away upstream. Well, I had Tina in the boat and I thought I would really scare her by getting close to the falls. So we got real close and the water was roaring and I knew that we would just hit against the dam and then I would row us away and Tina would be impressed. Well, we got right up to the dam and Tina jumped out onto the gates. The boat was instantly lighter and I flew over the dam in the boat. This smashed out the whole front of the boat and I was okay except for my bruised ego.
Dr. Pooge
KUDOS TO APRIL SNAVELY AND DR POOGE.!!!.
WHAT GREAT MEMORIES YOU HAVE,, AND WONDERFUL STORIES FROM
YESTERYEAR. DID WE HAVE FUN OR WHAT??? I HAVEN'T HEARD ANYONE
MENTION GETTING INSIDE AN OLD RUBBER CAR TIRE, AND HAVING
SOMEONE ROLL US AROUND,, AND DOWN THE MILL HILL,, AND ENDING UP,
GOD KNOW'S WHERE, WHEN THE TIRE STOPPED!!! CADDY, KICK THE
CAN,, TOWN BALL WERE THE GAMES EVERYONE PLAYED IN ANNVILLE,, IN
FACT,, THE THEME OF THE OLD ANNVILLE DAY CELEBRATION NEXT YEAR
WILL DWELL ON THE FUN AND GAMES OF OLD ANNVILLE...AND YES,, DR.
POOGE,, THE PENNY PITCH GAMES WAS EXACTLY AS YOU DESCRIBED,,,
From
Rosemary (Drum) Portas
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 15:19:59 -0000
lrportas <lrportas@yahoo.com> wrote:
Hi Dr. Pooge
and the old Annville gang,
I have enjoyed reading everyone's memories. I have not heard
anything about April Snavely for years. She was one of my friends
on
Queen Street. We lived at 502 W. Queen St. I am Rosemary (Drum)
Portas. When I first read the article in the Patriot News I spent
about two hours reading all the email sent to Dr. Pooge and all
the
shared memories. I do remember a lot of them, like the rag man and
Battia. One thing that I remember is Pooge, Mari and Butch Alonzo
always being outside Vieanna's store because I was afraid of them.
I
always wanted to go for penny candy and they were always there. If
I
wanted to get the candy I had to get past them first. April talked
about getting past the Shuey's house and for me it was the three
of
them. I think I was afraid of them because they were so much older
than I, and I was shy.
I loved living on Queen Street and I often tell my kids how it was
in the "good old days". Thank you for all the memories.
Rose
cmralr3@usadatanet.net wrote:
Rosemary:
April here wonderful to hear from you. Welcome to the group. I
remember
playing with you and your parents. They were great! Remember
Linda
Fraterolli. We used to play with her too!
Pooge, Mari and Butchie were my brother's age and I remember
them hanging at the
store. I loved that store. I can almost taste a cocoa cola in a
bottle out of
that cooler.
April
Quoting lrportas <lrportas@yahoo.
com>:
> April, good to hear from you too. I was so excited when I saw
the
> article in the Patriot News. I immediately went to the site
and
> started to read all the messages. It brought back so many
> memories. Yes I do remember Linda, and your Aunt Jenny and
Uncle
> Mike, such wonderful people. Uncle Mike always gave me wine
after
> we moved and I got older, he knew I really liked it.
>
> Well now we can keep in touch
> Rose
From Alfred Capretti
I remember Ammon Balester from when i was a child.i recognize him from
one of the old pictures.
My grandfather lived at the s.w. corner of Queen & hill sts. The
Lupinettis lived on the n.e. corner.My uncle Silvio Deceserae lived a
half block up the street.
I recall when the whole street went together and got a boxcar full of
grapes from California to make wine..Al
Winemaking wasn't that the greatest time! I remember the boxes of grapes on my
Uncle Mike and Aunt Jennie's yard and the big truck brining it. Uncle Mike
would give us little ones a sip of the juice before it turned to wine. It was
delicious. I also remembered the big barrels in their basement filled with the
wonderful stuff. That basement smelled like wine for years after he had passed
away.
April
Quoting lrportas <lrportas@yahoo. com>:
> Al, this is Rosemary, the address was 502 w. Queen st. That is the
> house I lived in. Uncle Mic's name was Silvio Antonelli, at least that
> was his legal name as far as I know.
> Rose
Hi Alfred,Great to hear from you. Welcome to the Old West Annville group. I was trying to remember where you lived so thanks for that information. You said you Remember Ammon Balaster. You probably remember my Dad, since most everybody knew me as Poogie then.It's great to see so many old friends coming back to say hi. Enjoy the web site and send me some pictures if you have any of the old neighborhood.Ammon Balaster "Dr. Pooge"
HEY AL...... WAS YOUR BROTHER VINNIE...... ......... I REMEMBER ALLL THE CAPRETTIS ON QUEEN STREET, WHERE THE HECK DID YOU ALL GET TO.......... ..IT WILL BE GREAT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN AT THE THEREUNIONI AND POLENTA PARTY....... ......... ........! !!!!!JOHN BERNARDO I CANT
Hey I found that article from the Patriot News
GOOD MORNING LEBANONOld Annville community lives on Web
Thursday, September 14, 2006If you didn't know Annville had an "old west," you're missing out on a rich piece of the town's history.Former resident Ammon Balaster has created a Web site that attempts to capture memories of the largely Italian neighborhood (with a few Pennsylvania Dutch mixed in) on West Queen Street, a neighborhood that flourished in the first half of the 20th century.Balaster said he developed www.oldwestannville .com after his annual visit home last Christmas from Boulder, Colo, and he began to think of old times. "I thought a lot of people probably have old pictures of people I remembered as a kid," he said. He started a Web site where they could be posted.Pretty soon, he started getting e-mails and photos from people he hadn't spoken with since his childhood."It's just an incredible thing how it's brought everyone together after half a century," he said.In addition to photos, he's posted e-mails from people talking about old times.His 93-year-old mom lives in the same house in which he was born 63 years ago on South Cherry Street.They're even thinking of trying to hold a reunion and serve polenta in the traditional manner -- literally right on the kitchen table -- as described by one contributor to the Web site.Italian immigrants came to Annville to work in the stone quarries west of town. Many of the stories revolve around colorful characters in the neighborhood.
Old Annville community lives on Web
Page 2 of 2Almost everyone had a nickname, and his was Poogie, with friend John Bernardo now dubbing him Dr. Pooge since he has a doctorate in engineering.In the old days, Queen Street was a tight neighborhood, Balaster said.It was just as one e-mailer described, who grew up thinking she was related to everyone in the neighborhood."It was like one big extended family," he said. Adults treated the neighborhood kids as their own, and that included discipline.Maybe a book with old photos and stories will even be in the works, Balaster said.Without the Internet, a venture like this would have never happened, Balaster said. Even when he visits home, he rarely sees people other than his family, and many have moved away.That's in stark contrast to the old days, when everyone hung out on their porches or outside the grocery store.The old neighborhood also has much to proud of in Balaster.He said he developed the first use of microprocessor technology in medical devices -- including ventilators.When Christopher Reeve first appeared on TV after his accident, Balaster saw that he was using the ventilator that he had developed, Balaster said."My ventilator was keeping that man alive," he said, adding that was the first time the impact of his work hit him."It's still the workhorse of the industry today," Balaster said.Since then, he has worked on the development of hundreds of medical devices and is doing consulting work in the medical patent field.
DR POOGE,,, IM IN ITALY HAVNIG A WONDERFUL VACATION IN THE ABRUZZO REGION WHERE MOSTOF THE IMMIGRANTS CAME FROM WHO SETTLED IN ANNVILLE... WHAT A WONDERFUL PLACE,,,,, AND IM ADJACENT TO THE MARCHE REGION WHERE YOUR GRANDPARENTS CAME FROM.... WONDERFUL WINE, FOOD AND PEOPLEXHERE. ... OUR ROOTS!!! EVERYONE SHOULD COME TO ITALY BEFORE THEY DIE, TO EXPERIENCE THE WONDERFUL PEOPLE, CLIMATE AND FOOD AND WINE..THE HOSPITALITY IS UNPARALLED ANYWHERE IN THWORLD!!!.. ......... .....IąLL HATE TO LEAVE ON SEPT 26,,,,, BUT HAVE NO CHOICE,,, SEE YOU ALL SOON........ ...JOHN
Hi John,Thanks for the note from "The Old Country". I know I felt the same way when I visited there several years ago. It's a wonderful experience. I'd love to visit again soon.Have a wonderful time, John. Drink some wine for me.Dr. Pooge
HI APRIL AND ROSEMARY..JOHN BERNARDO HERE,, IM IN ITALY ON VACATION.... .....THIS WEBSITE IS BECOMING A BEST SELLER!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! !! SO GREAT TO HEAR FROM SOME NEW PEOPLE WHO READ THEARTICLE IN THE PATRIOT NEWS.. I READ IT HERE IN ITALY!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! !!!! KEE P IT GOING!! I CANąTWAIT TILL WE ALL GET TOGETHER FOR A WONDERFUL REUNION AND POLENTA PARTY!!!!!! CIAO,,,,,,, JOHN
From: snoopyfreak@ verizon.net
To: OldWestAnnville@ yahoogroups. com
Sent: Sun, 17 Sep 2006 5:54 AM
Subject: [OldWestAnnville] 327 W. Queen St.
We are trying to find out some history on the house that we live in. My husband, Mark, and his family didn't move in until 1976, but he has great memories of the neighborhood too. We know the house was lived in by a Peppino Buffalmano, Anthony & Josephine M. Raggiunto, Elmer & Clarissa Loy, Ellwood A. Loy (Marian G.?), and Querino & Luigia Mariani. What I can't seem to find is when the house was added on to. We think it was added onto twice...but have always been curious about the dates...any help?Also, about 14 years ago, my husband was digging around our pond to put up a fence. He came across an underground brick room that he could just barely stand in. It had a tin roof to it. No one seems to know what it was or is - any help in that area would be helpful too.Thank you for this site - I think it is a WONDERFUL idea!Deb & Mark Lerchen
HI DEB... JOHN BERNARDO HERE..IM ON VACATION IN ITALY....I KNOW THE HOUSE YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT,, WHEN I GET BACK, AFTER SEPTEMBER 26 I MAY BE ABLE TO GET SOME HISTORY ON THE HOUSE FORYOU...... ..THANKS FOR VISITING OUR SITE,,WERE HAVING LOTS OF FUN WITH IT,, AND POSSIBLY WILL BECOME A BOOK. CIAO JOHN PS,, MY FMILY LIVED AT THE WEST END OF QUEEN STREET, BY THE BRANDTS MILL... ALONG THE QUITTIE,,,,UNTIL MY DAD BUILT THE BRICK HOUSE N QUEEN AND MILL,, WHICH IS NOW OWNED BY GARY ALONSO,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,, ,,, JOHNTues Sept. 19 from Frank Viozzi
Was that the home on the northeast corner of Queen St. and the alley that went up to Kreamer's Furniture Store? If so, Guerino Mariani was a dear family friend and his wife, whom we called "Zia Gigettta" was a cousin of my mom's.If that's the house, my memory goes back to the early 1940's. At that time, Ammom Mariani was doing carpentry, and I have a vague memory of interior work being done. I don't recall additions, but my memory is not always the best.Frank Viozzi
Count me in, and, again, I'll bring the sausage.Frank------------ -- Original message ------------ --
From: Ammon Balaster <ammonbalaster@ yahoo.com>
Hi Frank,I just found the article myself last night (actually real early this morning). Rosemary mentioned it in her email and so did Alfred so I did some searching and found it. I plan to be back in PA for Christmas so we must certainly get together. We should plan our polenta party over the holiday. If will be fantastic. John will be back in PA on the 27th. I'm sure he can work out the logistics for this auspicious occasion.Pooge
I'm looking forward to that sausage, Frank.
PoogeFrom Susan Rotunda Brown
Being safe walking to school from 714 E Maple St to the old school
behind Viozzi's market. Being a Rotunda, all of the Viozzi's new
me, and I would go over and buy penny candy. I got my lips stuck to
the metal bars at the school in the winter. I could walk to my
grandma Marion Rotunda's house for lunch and then back again without
any adult supervision. Riding bike to the 5&10 to buy something for
exactly 5 or 10 cents. Sneaking behind the bar at my great grandpa
and granny's hotel on Main Street to get a BIG Hershey bar and a
kiss from grandpa Rotunda (Louis). Spaghetti sauce and rigotta
bread from Granny. Snow cones after school at Funck's, pastries
from Fink's bakery, Red Ball Jets from Batdorf's department store,
walking to church as a family in my new Easter bonnet, the acordian -
I wasn't allowed to touch it!, Mrs. Keller my second grade teacher,
the May Pole at LVC, Aunt Helen Clodoveo's cooking and getting new
cowboy boots from the factory she worked in, Christmas with a real
tree, the rag man, finding soda bottles at Kingsley and Brown and
getting money for them at Millie Cylone's store on E Maple St.,
getting a dollar from Grandpa Rotunda and thinking I was so rich!,
Miller's grocery store and Helen Lupinetti, my great uncle Raymond
Clodoveo and his vegetables and the buses he drove, my Mimi and Dada
( Marion and Joe Rotunda) who made every day special, the
playground, the little pool at the playground where my mom wouldn't
let me swim -"You'll get pinkeye", learning to knit and tat from my
Mimi, my girlfriends from elementary school, girlscouts that I could
walk to in the dark and no one ever hurt me, listening to my family
speak Italian and wondering what they were talking about - I knew it
wasn't for my ears, and that made it more interesting, the
photographer with the pony, playing hopscotch, getting stilts made
at the lumber yard, 4 square, riding my bike down the steps at LVC,
cherub choir, pies and cakes and pasta on Sundays with the whole
Rotunda family, my beautiful Aunt Carol who had a cool boyfriend
with a 57 Chevy, being in the Sr. class play with Claudette Hilton
and Gregory Colvin when I was only 6, being a crown bearer for the
snowball dance when I was only 6 with Gregory Colvin, being on stage
at AHS in a pseudo Art Linkletter show at age 6 with Gregory Colvin,
who professed his love to me right there - and saying, there's my
Aunt Carol - and she wanted to die of embarrassment, Ken Dorte,
Sammy Yeagley, Molly Starr- she wore crystal shoes to the Snowball
dance and looked like Cinderella - I named my first child after her,
not caring if I was rich or poor, "Eat, Eat! from all of my
relatives - I love to eat! Helen Heisey and Barbara Sheetz, my Aunt
Carol's friends. The laundry delivery, the bread man, the milk man,
gee no one had to leave home - and best of all, a stay at home mom.
All of the stories my dad would tell about his buddies - shooting
rats at the quarry, the trouble he got into!
How I miss those days growing up safe in Annville.
Susan Rotunda Brown
Great memories, Susan. Thanks.
Dr. Pooge Susie:
I remember you. You were one of the prettiest girls. I remember you at
Annville Cleona for a while, but you moved away or went to another school.
Greg Colvin was in my class of '68. Wonder what he is up to. I went to St.
Mary's for 7 years from first grade to 7th grade then to Annvile-Cleona so
perhaps you don't remember me.
All those things you talk about in your e-mail I remember too what great times.
My grandfather, Paolo Trenta, used to play cards at your grandfather' s
establishment so they tell me. My grandfather passed away in the forties
before I was born.
Three Rotunda boys bought the Old Annville Inn as you probably already know and
they are doing a great job there. The food is wonderful.
So happy that you reminded me of some of those other good times that slipped my
memory.
April
What a sweet message, April. What was your maiden name? Yes, my dad had me so excited when I was in 8th grade telling me that we were moving to a new house on Cleona Blvd in Cleona. What he failed to tell me was that I had to go to our arch rival school - CORNWALL - I cried for weeks. I remember trying out for cheerleading at Cornwall - all the girls had blue gym suits, mine was bright red! I consider myself to have grown up in Annville, and all of my childhood friends were there. Yes, I wonder what happened to Greg Colvin. His brother Jim had contacted me after I graduated from high school. I am thinking that the little store we went to was another name before it was Viozzi's. My daughter was reading the web page and called me all excited at work, "Mom, can you believe that people actually sewed their socks? And put cardboard in their shoes because they had holes? And what is this polenta?" My how times have changed! I am always interested in hearing about people's relatives who were friends of mine. I know that Eva Jane Greenawalt Bering's mom was a friend of my grandparents/ great grandparents. She was my nurse executive at the GSH. Kathy Ragiuinto (that is probably spelled wrong) and Michele Capriotti are two girls that come to mind from West Annville.I know that my entire family will come to a party - and yes, I think it should have been part of Old Annville Days. The Italian community of Annville played a big role in the town and still does.Susie Rotunda Brown
Sue:
My maiden name was Snavely. I was the little skinny kid that looked like a
fifth grader for most of my high school life. I was good friends with Michelle
Capriotti during school, Carmella Jones and Joan Hanlon. We hung out together
in school. They went to St Pauls Catholic Church too and so we sat together in
church and joined the choir together. Pooge's sister, Dolores, was our
organist. My best friend at the time and still is was Kathy Rieker she wasn't
from the West end but spent a lot of time there with her Grandmother, Nella
Bernardo, who lived accross the street from my Aunt and Uncle Mike and Jennie
Lupinetti. Jennie was one of my Mom's sisters.
I remember Eva Jane Greenawalt too. She lived up the street from me growint
up.
I don't remember the name of the store that used to be Viozzi's but I do
remember that the entrance was off King St. I didn't go to the Washington
School.
The immigrants had a tough time when they got here darning their socks and
putting cardboard in their shoes and we were the fortunate ones who were able
to reap the rewards of their labors. They sacrificed alot for their families
and were always happy. We had a lot of fun on that street. Bocce and big
dinners on Sunday and all my cousins who lived in Lancaster and West Chester
came and we ate and played. It was great they didn't live next door but we
still seemed close back then.
Thanks for answering my e-mail. Although we didn't really get acquainted back
then it was nice to hear from you.
April (Snavely) RissingerHey, do you guys have any pictures of Mike, Jennie and Silvio or
any other
> > old pictures. I'd love to put an album up for you all.
> >
> > PoogePooge:
>
> I do have pictures of Mike, Jennie, Sivie and Trent. I have a
family picture,
> but my mother and Uncle Willie are not on it because they were not
born when it
> was taken. By the attire, it looks to be late 1900's.
>
> April
Hi April,It would be great to get those pictures up on the website. I'm terribly behind on uploading pictures but I will get them all up there if you get them to me. If you can scan them, that's great but scan them individually please. If you can't scan them, you can send them to me and I will scan them but I do worry about things getting lost in the mail so duplicates would be better. You can also scan pictures at Walgreens and other places that will put them all on a CD for you.April, I've really enjoyed seeing you and Rosmary and Suzie getting together and sending emails about you childhood days. ....Great!Pooge
Hi April,
What was your aunt's name that had the post office in Kennett
Square, PA. I think it was Ralph and Della but I am not sure. Do
you still see her children. I think one of them has a picture that
my dad drew and painted with oil paints. I am anxious to see the
pictures of Aunt Jenny and Uncle Mike.
RoseRose:
Hi! Their last name was Meyer. The post office was in Pocopson. I do see my
cousin Jeanette and last Summer my cousin Paul was here from California. When
my Aunt Della past away back in the sixties I did not see them as often. Ralph
later married Mary Grimes. Do you remember her? Her Dad was Batitia. I might
have that spelled incorrectly. They lived accross the street from my Cousin
Carl and Lydia.
My brother and I have to go through pictures. We don't want to send Pooge the
same things.
April
Hi Pooge, I read the article and we are famous! If it wouln't of been for you
Rosemary and I might of never connected. Count on me for the Polenta Party. I
haven't had that in 30 years. My Aunt Jennie Luppinetti was the last person to
make it for me. Sadly I don't make it.
April
April,
I can't wait for the reunion, it will be so much fun. The time on
Queen street was the best. I think of the "good old days often".
Rose
Pooge, I was just getting ready to send you the article and I see
you found the link. It is a wonderful article. I am so glad that I
happened to see it. I called Eva Jane and told her all about it and
she is equally as excited as I am about seeing the site. I am sure
we will see her in the group soon.
Rose
Thanks Rosemary,
It will be great to hear from Eva Jane. We were talking about her some time back.Pooge
rose........ .......thanks for your note.. its been a long time since ive seen eva jane also..You kids were socute!!!... ..Im enjoying my stay in italy...we should have a reunion over here some time.. give my best to Eva Jane!!!!!!!! !!!!!! THANKS JOHN
-----Original Message-----
From: lrportas@yahoo. com
To: OldWestAnnville@ yahoogroups. com
Sent: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 10:49 PM
Subject: [OldWestAnnville] Re: memoriesJohn, I too can't wait for all of us to get together. It has been many years since we have seen eachother. Eva Jane and I were talking last night and she is equally as excited as I am. Can't wait!!!! Rose --- In OldWestAnnville@ yahoogroups. com, NAPA422@... wrote: > > ROSEMARY I CAN T WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!! JOHN BERNARDO > > > -----Original Message----- > From: cmralr3@... > To: OldWestAnnville@ yahoogroups. com > Sent: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 1:10 AM > Subject: Re: [OldWestAnnville] Re: memories > > > Me too. I was sad when you moved to Lebanon. > Quoting lrportas <lrportas@...>:I SURE HOPE WE WILL SEE EVA JANE ON THIS SITE AND JOSEPHINE RAGGIUNTO JONES....... . I NEVER SAW HER CHILDREN, AND IT HAS BEEN MANY YEARS SINCE I HAVE SEEN JOSEPHINE!!! !!!! JOHN
Hi John,Thanks for the note from "The Old Country". I know I felt the same way when I visited there several years ago. It's a wonderful experience. I'd love to visit again soon.Have a great time, John. Drink some wine for me.Dr. Pooge
DR POOGE,, I CANT DRINK ALL THE MULTEPULCIANO D ABRUZZO WINE HERE , BUT IM TRYING!!!!!! JOHNHA John, I like the wine a lot so be sure to drink a lot for me. I know you will do great.
PoogeTHIS IS WONDERFUL AND HILARIOUS READING THESE STORIES FROM THE NEXT GENERATION KIDS.. WE TOO GOT OUR TONGUES STUCK ON THAT IRON RAIL IN THE WINTER, AT THE OLD SCHOOL.. !!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! ! THIS IS AMAZINGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGGGG. . JOHN BERNARDO
I CANąT WAIT TO SEE ALL THE NEW PICTURES ON THE WEBSITE,,,,, THAT ARTICLE IN THE PATRIOT NEWS REALLY PRECIPITATED LOTS OF EMAIL,, I HAD 65 EMAILS TODAY ..IM STILL IN ITALY USING A HOTEL COMPUTER. WHAT FUN!!!! JOHN
hi guys and girls..im still in italy.. warm and sunny today..found the relatives..I ll just have to stay in pa ove charistmas!! !, Or, may go to florida early and come home for christmas and the reunion an polenta party...Great to see so many new faces emerging on this site....i havent seen these kids from the west end of annville in FIFTY YEfARS!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! !!!!!!! You CANT all be that old!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!anyway, looking forward to seeing all you KIDS!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! !! John bernardo
April, I remember you well. I thought your name was Snavely, but I am horrible with names...having many senior moments. I hope that we do have a huge gathering. I am for that. My dad and mom are moving back to Annville Oct 1. My dad Dick Rotunda went to Annville High School, but moved his Sr. year in High School to CA. Then his family came back again. He and my mom come up from SC to Old Annville Days. He and John Bernardo were buddies in school. I know that he will feel like he is home again.I must say that my dad warned me not to stick my mouth against those metal railings at the old school on Queen St. But the pipe just called to me and I stuck my tongue and lips on it - then I found out why he told me that!!! When I was in 1st and 2nd grade at that school, we used to play boys catch the girls. I don't know why - and I don't know what we would do if we caught each other - but I was leader of the girls and Greg Colvin was leader of the boys. In second grade he stole this big ring from his mom and gave it to me. I still have that ring!!! I was so in love with him in 2nd grade, and after that, I just got it in my head to never speak to him again. And, I didn't!1!I remember Carmella. I had Rusty Goodman as a patient recently and it was reliving my childhood with his sister Patty. When he passed away, I was so upset.I forgot about Davis's Pharmacy. I used to go in there for a vanilla or cherry coke. One year I bought my dad deodorant for Father's Day from there. I didn't know what deodorant was, but I figured it was for men, so he would like it! The bank looked so big to me when I was little. And now I go in there and think, hummm I must have really been little. When I was 6 we lived at Lisky Apartments right off South White Oak and near the creek - Jim Deimler tells me that I was the only child at the playground wearing a party dress and patent leather shoes, and that no one was allowed to talk to me...my dad was always with me!!!I tell my daughters that I used to love to make mudpies. They don't grasp the concept. I remember Buck and Mary Windle lived there too. They had two boys and my Aunt Robin and I talked Gary Windle into eating poison berries. I guess we didn't like him too much. He had a brother Chris...don' t know whatever happened to them.I can taste all that wonderful Italian cooking just thinking of it. I sure miss those days. My dad always says that youth is wasted on the young. He is right. I never knew how good life was back then.Susan Rotunda Brown
NAPA422@AOL. COM wrote:THIS IS WONDERFUL AND HILARIOUS READING THESE STORIES FROM THE NEXT GENERATION KIDS.. WE TOO GOT OUR TONGUES STUCK ON THAT IRON RAIL IN THE WINTER, AT THE OLD SCHOOL.. !!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! ! THIS IS AMAZINGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGGGG. . JOHN
Sue:
So good of you to answer my e-mail. Never stuck my tongue on that pole or
anyother one, but I remember that school and walking by there on my way to
catch the bus to St. Mary's school at St. Pauls.
The boys chase girls game was also popular at St. Mary's. The children were
all
jammed into a fenced in parking lot called the school yard. My brother is
about 7 years older than me and he was on the safety patrol there and he would
watch me like a hawk. The nuns did not like our boys chase girls game.
I do remember Davis Pharmacy and also the bank. I only ventured down into the
bustling metropolis of downtown Annville with my parents. I do remember once
crossing the Main Street (a real no-no for me) when I was 6 or 7 years old with
a papersack full of coins that I saved. I wanted roller skates in the worst
way and my parents would not buy them for me so being the independent woman I
was I bought my own skates. Scratch Smith who was a good friend of my Uncle
Mike's gave me the skates for the sack of coins. I am sure I really did not
have the full amount for the skates whatever they cost, but out of the goodness
of his heart or his friendship for the family he gave them to me. Well
needless to say my parents were impressed with my stubborn independence and yet
I went against two of their parental commands. No skates and do not cross the
highway.
I heard about Rusty from his cousin, Karen Pelligrini. I do remember him from
school and of course Patty.
So you made mudpies too. My friend, Kathy Rieker, and I did that everyday.
One
time we got into my Uncle Mike's hot peppers that he had drying in his out
shanty where he kept his tools. We thought they would be pretty as decorations
in our mudpies. Well what can I say. Tears and screams followed. We didn't
realize what they were. The peppers burned our hands and then of course we
stuck our fingers in our eyes. My poor Aunt Jennie who was our babysitter at
the time cured us with sips of Chicken soup. I forgot about that until you
mention mudpies. Till this day I won't have anything to do with hot peppers.
Do remember the place on White Oak Street where you could get snow cones in the
Summer. I think it was Funk's garage. It is a house now. I remember walking
there from the Playground with some friends. I think they were a dime. They
sure were good on a hot day.
You mentioned the playground. I did go there, but I wasn't allowed to get into
the pool. I just went for the crafts and the merry go rounds. I wasn't
allowed on the seesaws or the sliding boards either. My parents were very
protective. Maybe that is why I am so independent now.
April
Sue:
You really have a great memory. I remember Dr. Sheetz too. I hated
going
there. I didn't go there alone like you, my Dad used to take me.
What
torture.
Sundays were pasta days and Thursdays as well. I loved sauce
bread. I still
try to have pasta at least once a week. I did learn to make pasta
the
traditional way. My Mom used to make carbonara alot. I haven't
tried that
yet but my Cousin, Carl Lupinetti, and I are making plans to do
it. We both
love it and miss it.
Did you collect the Finks bread labels? The Finks owned a piece of
property in
S Annville with a pool and they would let you swim there if you
had a label for
admittance.
I know in previous e-mails people mentioned the rag man which I
think all the
kids were afraid of, but no one mentioned the Italian man who came
from Reading
with a box truck full of cheeses, meats, olives, olive oils and
all the yummy
Italian goodies. I remember him coming to our neighborhood, and
Snavely the
butcher with his little staionwagon. He would give the kids lolly
pops.
You are right how did we survive at all as kids without bike
helmets, seat
belts
and car seats. We are lucky to be alive! It is amazing that we
could have
great times with the simplist of toys or with no toys at all. Mud,
boxes,
rope....
My tricyle not only ran on baseball cards but it also ran on
matchbook covers
or
some other kind of cardboard. Remember cereal boxes with the neat
toys inside.
I think my Mom got a whole set of dishes from the inside boxes of
some
laundry soap. Milk sure tasted good out of that glass bottle after
the cream
was scooped off the top. My Mom made butter from that.
How about Easter and the wonderful Easter bread and traditional
fritata with
aspargus and parmesean cheese and of course that wonderful melt in
your mouth
prosutto (I probably have that spelled incorrectly) .
Food was a big part of Italian gatherings. Our parties and picnics
were based
on the family,the traditions and the food.
April
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