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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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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.
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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....
OLD WEST ANNVILLE
An introduction by Charlie Mariani
Great pictures from the 2006
Great pictures from the 2008
More to come!
Imentioned to John, the Spaghetti Suppers we used to have at the old St. Paul's church. This was his reply:
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
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
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
Sat, 25 Feb 2006 16:37:20 EST
POLENTA, ABRUZZESE STYLE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGOOD
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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
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.
Jackie DiAngelis joins in
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.
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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
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
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:
In a message dated 3/2/2006 9:02:43 A.M. Mountain Standard Time, email@example.com writes:
From Pooge 3/2/06
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:
2 Lakeshore Park Road
Boulder, Colorado 80302
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?
In a message dated 3/2/2006 7:18:44 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422 writes:
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.
lol that's funny,,,,,,,, and one of the kids was called "honeyboy"
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.
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.
In a message dated 3/3/2006 5:17:35 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, CCANDORI writes:
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.
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
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.
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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.
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.
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.
In a message dated 3/3/2006 7:39:13 P.M. Mountain Standard Time, NAPA422 writes:
WOW! You guys were lucky.
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:
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.
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, firstname.lastname@example.org writes:
YEAH, ANYWAY, TINA,, HOW DO YOU KNOW LUCILLE GOT PREGNANT AT THE CARNIVAL??? WERE YOU A WITNESS TO THE ATTACK??
In a message dated 3/4/2006 11:49:29 A.M. Mountain Standard Time, CCANDORI writes:
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
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.
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.
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?
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
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!!..
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.
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:
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
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.
In a message dated 3/4/2006 6:58:35 A.M. Mountain Standard Time, email@example.com 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!
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.
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
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.
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.
I also have this photo with a list of most of the people in it. The one person is Dominic Russo.
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.
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
I have to dig out my photo and look up the names on the back.
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.
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.
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??????
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:
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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.
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In a message dated 4/5/2006 12:20:07 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, Pagansgem writes:
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.
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.
In a message dated 5/7/2006 7:14:45 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, NAPA422 writes:
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.
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.
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. 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
|Subject:||Re: BUTCH'S VIEWING THIS EVENING,|
|Date:||6/28/2006 7:15:44 A.M. Mountain Daylight Time|
From Charlie Mariani
Butch's Viewing This Evening
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
"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!
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!
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. ------ ψψψψψψ ------ 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!
Take a walk up Queen Street with Johnnie Bernardo:
I got an email from Arcadia Publishing last week. They saw the
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.
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
what's not to love eh? Arcadia Publishing is from NH I think. I believe
they specialize in local history.
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
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"
July 30, 2006
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
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
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.
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.
Charlie and Jeanne <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
In a one word summary:
S E N S A T I O N A L
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:
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.
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.
August 23, 2006
Dear Dr. Pooge:
After reading your e-mail, I start remebering things. I do remember
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
Great times. Keep them coming!
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.
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,,,
Rosemary (Drum) Portas
Sat, 16 Sep 2006 15:19:59 -0000
lrportas <email@example.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.
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
Quoting lrportas <lrportas@yahoo.
> 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
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
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 LEBANON
Old Annville community lives on WebThursday, 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 WebPage 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,, I CANT DRINK ALL THE MULTEPULCIANO D ABRUZZO WINE HERE , BUT IM TRYING!!!!!! JOHN
HA John, I like the wine a lot so be sure to drink a lot for me. I know you will do great.
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 BERNARDO
I CANΰT 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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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,
My tricyle not only ran on baseball cards but it also ran on matchbook covers
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.