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August 1-9, 2011

Del Connor .. the bakery on Logan Street with the square pizza was Superior Bakery, on the corner of Logan and Keyser Street ... and right across the street from the bakery on the adjacent corner was the best italian water ice made by Mr. Gatto.
Tom Cusack [08-09-2011]

There are a lot of us on facebook.
Ted Frederick, raised on boyer st&locustst [08-09-2011]

The Doo Wop Festival at Penn's Landing is on Saturday, September 17th from 1:00-7:00.
May Flannery [08-09-2011]

That old bank building at Wayne and Mannheim: in all the years I lived in the neighborhood and waited for the bus on that corner, I never saw a door open there or anyone ever go in or out. When was it occupied by the drapery company?
CMM [08-09-2011]

Rick and Del. Geoghan's candy store was located at Keyser and Seymore not at Knox and seymore. I was on the safety patrol when I went to Fitler and my station was at Knox and Seymore. Know the area well, later in my life I dated a girl who lived on the fifty hundred block of Knox st.
Louis F Pauzano Sr, 69 years, South Phila [08-09-2011]

Ahh...the good old days..... wringer washing machines; frozen cloth diapers hanging on the backyard clothesline; taking out the ashes from the coal bin; hand-pushed lawnmowers; rotating fans; party-line rotary phones; ice cube trays that always seemed to spill as you placed them in the freezer; liquid starch for your Sunday shirt or uniform blouse; ink wells & fountain pens; limited B&W TV stations (3 - I think) & limited viewing time. Maybe we didn't have all the modern conveniences of today; but we sure have some fond memories.
Lorraine (Cupo) Kelly, fl; ic '55; cdhs '59 [08-09-2011]

Denise Duckworth Tumelty (DDT): I didn't know you before I enrolled at The Cecilian Academy for 8th grade, even though we both lived on Wyneva Street, albeit on opposite sides of Greene Street. We were not in contact after graduation until I contacted you recently to express my condolances at the tragic death of your brother Ken. I find your correspondence, both private and here, intrusive and offensive and again ask you to cease. This chain of venomous communication is the sole reason I will not be attending the CA Class of '61 reunion in October.
Catherine Manning Muir [08-09-2011]

Two memories come to mind. I too climbed over the wall to the Germantown Cricket Club. There was a wall at the end of what is not the Manheim Apartments. We/I were always on the look out for "Jeep Man." He was a scary, man that, not surprisingly, drove a Jeep - with half inflated tires so as to not disturb the grass. He never caught me but he scared me pleanty. No telling what he would do to a boy in the GCC that did not belong. I did have one friend that belonged to the GCC - Robert Hand. His father was a surgeon. Most amazing to me was that he could charge Coke to his father at the bar of the GCC. Not only that but he had the five cents, in cash, to buy a cherry coke at the drug store soda fountain at Seymore and Wayne Ave. As if that was not enough, he always had a spare nickle to buy this poor boy a cherry coke also. These were fountain mixed sodas. What a wonder. Rick
Rick Lobs [08-09-2011]

DEL CONNER - I am writing an autobiography of my early years. I came upon Mrs. Gagon's name. I wrote some years ago that her real name was Gagonheimer. Lots of German names were shortened to avoid the sound of being Jewish, which could be a liability in USA and worse than a liability in Germany. DUNCAN HUBLEY - I do not recognize any of the names you posted. The only sir name I knew of a kid was Kolb, as in Donald Kolk, who lived on the end of the row across from the Dodge Estate. Rick
Rick Lobs [08-09-2011]

Looking for former teamates GBC baseball team--Guy Stevens-Alan Goodman-Jake Lonsdale-Rich Kohler-Joe Ambrose Et Al. Lou Giorno
Lou giorno, Mr G dos [08-09-2011]

Bob Eastside: Recently, there has been a myriad of interesting and pithy blogs on this great Germantown-Web Site. However, as you were praising the literary and compositional classes at SFA, Lou,an educator, made some decrying comments about the teaching techniques at SFA. He showered the pastor at St. Mike's with kudos by dint of his compassion and gentilesse. A baseball coach is judged by the qualities of his players and the team's victories. On our Germantown WEb-site, many of the great bloggers attended SFA- Jack The Explorer Brogan, Fernhill Joe Lynch, Tommy Cueball Cusack, Frankie Baggs Klock, John The Red Baron Payne, Texas Jack McHugh,and Catharine Manning Muir. These brilliant SFA folks post blogs that are creative and didactic.Observe the great dialogue between Brogan and Cusack[SFA "54". Check out the commentary between Joe Lynch and CMM. I also liked Frakie Baggs poetic retort to our Aussie Literary-critic,CMM. All these SFA Bloggers are well educated. John Berkery,the legendary entrepreneur from SFA and Germantown is not as formally educated as the aforementioned SFA bloggers. Although Mr. Berkery attended The Prep for a brief period, he received his basic compositional skills from The St. Joe Nuns at SFA. John Berkery is a brilliant writer and he does not need a lawyer when he has legal problems- he can defend himself. In his class at SFA was a great Philadelphia lawyer- Ed Kane. Lou might have known these guys since they are about the same age. Doc Flaherty,Cueball's cousin, was another brilliant SFA grad who was impacted by The SFA Nuns. Many bloggers were taught by the great teacher and dedicated nun-Sister Grace of ST. Francis. I am not knocking the teachers or students at other schools including St. Vincent's. Recently, Kevin McKernan of St. Vincent's submitted a beautiful blog about Vernon Park. Kevin was taught by the nuns at St. Vincent's and Miss Catharine[RIP]. Kevin also writes well,his language flows, tightly structured, and the context is excellent. Personally, I feel fortunate to read great blogs from Germantowners including my peers from SFA-that venerable Catholic School at Greene&Logan.
JBS [08-09-2011]

Hi Steve Swift. I remember the hobbie shop. Butchie loved building those planes! It great to read what everyone shares about Good Old Germantown. There are so many wonderful memories. We enjoyed many fun nights playing hide & seek in the back alley. Each Halloween was a blast when we carried "pillow cases" loaded with BIG Hershey's bars. Another thought- Does anyone remember The Little Sisters of the Poor? They were connected to a home for the the elderly. I think it was on Church Lane. I remember a few of the Sisters/Nuns were from France. I agree that Vernon Park was a great place. I wonder if the statue of Francis Daniel Pastorius is still located near the entrance. Naomi
Naomi Vitelli, Lived at 420 W. Woodlawn & 632 E. Stafford St [08-09-2011]

Here is another memory for all of you Germantowners. Do you remember the Wayne Junction Diner ? As a teenager, we spent many Friday nights in there before we had to get home for our midnight curfew. As I recall, we always ordered the same thing. A toasted cinnamon bun with coffee, and a side order of French fries covered with catsup. Not very healthy eating, but it sure was good. We usually went there after going to Joe's for a cheese hoagie, because it was Friday and no meat was allowed.
Bob D'Angelo [08-09-2011]

I'd like to chime in on some of the lexicon used here in recent blogs. My da was of County Monaghan in Ireland and often referred to our Germantown "lamplighter" as the "Glimmerman" as that is what these guys were called in the oul country.(we also has gaslights in our house on Church Lane) In fact, if you ever get to Dublin, go up to,Ranelagh village and find the Glimmerman Pub beside the Grand Canal. Irish students looked dumb when I asked if they were going to "the movies". They called it-i think more logically, the "cinema", or "pictures" or even better the "Fillums" (films in west of ireland". They never heard of the "trunk" (boot) or "hood" on a car (the bonnet) and the elevator is known as a "lift". Being some distance from my village one night as the pub was closing I was smacked by a lovely young women who I asked for "a ride". I think you can figure that one out! In closing someone on here referred also to the concept of the spouse as "Himself"-which means the male partner in a marriage in Ireland. But while teaching school in Derry during "the Troubles" i used to pass a garage where the proprietor had a big sign "Eamon Fitzpatrick 'HIMSELF" emblazoned on the front wall!So, During World War 2 the Irish were neutral-fair play to them and they referred to the war as "The Emergency". On Veterans Day 1986 I went to a service at Christchurch Dublin to honour the dead of that War and all wars. I stopped for a pint in the beautiful old pub "the Bailey" off Grafton Street and the man standing beside me asked me about my "Badges" (my four Vietnam War medals) He was wearing one-a small green thingy of a man on a bycycle-I enquired what is that for? He (was Paddy Donegan, Minister for Defense in Ireland) replied I was a lookout and rode me bycycle from Dublin to Bray every Sunday watching with me binocular glasses for German U-Boats or Americans. Only In ireland could a lad get a war medal for riding a bike eh?? Language is our principal means of communicating-not blogs or letters and we are the inheritors of the cultures who have gone before us. Peace, Jim McKernan After military service I moved to Ireland for 21 years.
Jim McKernan, Professor, NC [08-09-2011]

Bill, you are correct.The old bank building at Wayne and Manheim was a drapery company . Our friend Bob terranova's mother worked there for some time. Prior to that it was alocal bank and I believe my Grandfather D'Angelo was on the board of that bank when the crash of 1929 hit.
Bob D'Angelo [08-09-2011]

Hi Bud Ballard, Tuesday October 4th is fine with me! God rest thesoul of another North Catholic grad,killed in action in Iraq over the weekend.A Navy Seal named Michael Strange 25 years old. He was killed in a helicopter shot down by the Taliban. "BRING ALL OF THE TROOPS HOME NOW"
ed burke [08-09-2011]

Naomi - With respect to Steve, I remember the steak shop at Chew & Chelten as being "Freddie's" not "Franks", at least, it was "Freddie's" up until '64 or '65. I may not be so clear on the name but the aromas emanating from that place are still fresh in my memory. I also remember Carol's Candies giving away candy applies or "apple taffies" on Halloween. Knight's grocery store was a convenient stop when walking back and forth from Musgrave St. to Immaculate Conception. Thanks for the memories, Naomi.
Andy Anderson, Andy Anderson, Longwood, FL, IC '58, CD '62 [08-09-2011]

"Dungaree Doll, Dungaree Dollj, paint your picture on my jeans, so everyone in town will know we go around together, together, together. .I want you to wear my high school sweater, the beat-up sweater with the high school letter. Gonna make a chain of paper clips, chained up together while I kiss your lips. . . c.1955, hit song by Eddie Fisher, father of Princess Leia (sp.?), Star Wars
JFL/Words tend to be inadequate [08-09-2011]

Had a HUDSIE in Boston last week; we called it a DIXIE CUP those summers in the city. Came with the wooden ladle but NO baseball picture. Chocolate/vanilla and no thumbs up, either, not even for the grandchildren. Brought back the summers of the 1950s, I'd like to say: brick-hard ice cream chased by a Frank's Black Cherry! By the way, what the taste of MOXIE?
JoeLynch/The things that pass you by 'cause you just don't know. [08-09-2011]

John Payne: I knew your father pretty well. When I read about the guy locking you in a room, I tried to remember if there was an unsolved murder in the early sixties. Thinking about Howard's response to that creep made me think I'm glad you never told your father.
Jack Brogan, Oh, what a lucky man he was [08-09-2011]

Anonymous, never knew that was the reason why the Cathedral/Basilica has few windows. But, it makes perfect sense though given that it was built around the time of the anti-Catholic riots. Beautiful in architecture and ornamentation, but very dark and gloomy because of the few windows....
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [08-09-2011]

Jack Brogan, He was my father not the OLD MAN.
anonymous [08-09-2011]

Kevin, I agree with you wholeheartedly .... Vernon Park was the best ... Rosemarie
rosemarie hite malageri [08-09-2011]

With all due respect for the other recreational parks in Germantown (Happy Hollow, Waterview etc.), I really thought "the jewel in the crown" was our Vernon Park. You could make out; hideout; be called out (baseball); or be thrown out of the lovely library for excessive youthful exuberance by the strict decorum enforced by the staff's lovely ladies. Yes, Vernon Park had it all, including some very fine lamplights that were lit at dusk and extinguished at dawn by someone we all simply called the "old lamplighter", but that was long, long ago. I recall the "Browns" singing a song about this: "He made the night a little brighter where ever he did go, that old lamplighter..." The truth be told, a jar full of lightening bugs put out approximately the equivalent candle power of those old lamps. Lovers and muggers appreciated them. Along with the park's "bubbler"--a devise with such low water pressure it required you to almost French kiss the sucker to get any water out of it--a feat I detested and started me carrying my own water before it was trendy to do so. But those old lamplights... I loved them along with the look of a solitary lit candle in a Christmas window.
Kevin McKernan, Santa Barbara, CA., Old St Vincent's... Follow the light. [08-08-2011]

Each time I drive on Morris St. I have a habit of looking for the Gas Lamp in front of 5214 Morris. The lamp is gone replaced by electric. In the 1940s each day about 1930 I'd look for the lighter. He'd have a ladder and rags for cleaning the glass. I can still visualize this scene from years past. Further, Trash & Ashes were pulled by horses, along with the rag man. Police Cars were tomato red!. I'd move back to G'town if I could, enough said.
John Pritz, Lamplighter in the 5200 block of Morris St. [08-08-2011]

Dungarees, ice box, I still use those terms, it’s very interesting about words, how in a short span of time they change meaning or are forgotten. When I was young, the place that showed movies was the Movie House or Movie Theater, the term Cinema was only known by service men who were in World War II. I never called the Lyric the New Lyric, to me it was just the Lyric, but I did wonder if there was an old Lyric. Knowing the right word to use is helpful, I was in Ireland once and I said to my cousins, I was going to change my pants---They all started to laugh like it was the funniest thing they ever heard. They then said, Men don’t wear pants only women do, men wear trousers. Another thing I would add, don’t assume that they know what is being said. Another time I was in Donegal Ireland, in a part of the country where Irish is their first language, here I talk to my relatives in English and when they talk to me in English they sound like all the other Irish, I take it that they understand me. Well, one time I was talking to another cousin, and he was telling me about some local man, and I added “Yes, he’s the one that wears sneakers”----- everything went along after that like normal. But the next day his wife told me that when we got back the day before her husband (my cousin) said to her “I always thought that Jack was a nice fellow, she asked him what happen, and when he told her the story she told him that he misunderstood, he thought I was calling the man a sneak, you see, he didn’t know what sneakers were but he knew the word sneak.
Jack McHugh [08-08-2011]

Rick Pio: Talking about the George Washington cake, I heard a story, which may not be true. I was told that a baker many years before our time wanted to make a special cake to sell for the holiday, he came up with little cup cakes that tasted like the cake we knew and he placed a cherry on top in the center. He sold them during the events that day. After that, the demand was so great that he made them in a large pan style and sold them all the time minus the cherry. I loved those cakes, what I also liked was the white iced buns that had either lemon or cherry in the center----I liked the ones in the center better than the ones on the edge, as the edge ones were a little bit harder, I thought. One story that I do remember about Schenks when I was a little boy-----I was told that they made the glazed donuts out of potatoes, when the other boy told me that, I didn’t believe it (I had visions of a mound of mashed potatoes being used) he said that is what they are called, so just go in and ask for a potato donut and you'll see, well I did and I learned something new. Years ago when I first came to Houston, there is a big outfit here that is famous for their glaze donut, they sell them in a box that lists the ingredients, well remembering that time back in Schenks, I read the ingredients and there it was “potatoes”
John McHugh [08-08-2011]

Del, the old bank building on the corner of Manheim & Wayne Ave was a drapery company. They made, repaired and cleaned commercial drapes for churches, theaters etc. I was in there once when Mr. Collins asked me to drop of a prescription as I passed it on my way home. I was about 10 and remember it being cool, dark and kinda spooky inside. I couldn't wait to get out...
Bill, Phila. 62 [08-08-2011]

Rick Lobs, thank you for the name of the candy store across from Fitler School at Seymour and Knox Streets. I can still see in my minds eye Mrs. Gagen dealing with a store full of kids buying pennies candies. I think she may have had another elderly lady helping her sometimes when school let out. We would buy Mary Jane’s or red-hot dollars two for a penny. How many rows of the colored dots on paper would we get for a penny? Red liquorish, candy cigarettes and chocolate cigarettes wrapped in candy were one of my favorites. I went to Fitler for the first four grades then to St. Francis. Big difference. At Fitler you were just let out and could go to the store. Unlike Fitler, at SFA you had to stay in line for a few blocks from the school and would not have been able to stop at a store if there was one. After school at SFA we would stop and get a square piece of pizza from the shop at the other end of Knox at Logan. I think it was fifteen cents a slice. That shop mostly made rolls for stake shops. Does anyone remember the name of that shop? At the other end of town there was another small candy store run by an old lady at Wissahickon and Queen Lane. And like many others, I remember the gas lamps on Erringer Place and the old man with a ladder that would service them, and the horse drawn rag man calling out as he went down the back alley. Man-o-man, makes me feel ancient.
Del Conner [08-08-2011]

Naomi - The steak shop was called Frank's. There was a hobby shop around Chew and Chelten than Butchie and I would go to and buy balsa wood airplanes.
Steve Swift, 603 E. Stafford St. [08-08-2011]

Does anyone remember the old woman who used to walk down Wayne Ave past the Hollow daily and pick bark off every tree? I know well of the alleyways behind the homes off Clapier st below Pulaski ave. On the east side they ran behind Vince Plano's house to the upper hollow and then run down behind the Kohlmiers, Kehan's and Depasquale's house down to Wayne ave. They also ran the wst side of Pulaski behind our house and behind Clapier st and the Roses and Shimph's (God bless our fallen soldier) Homes. Bonnie Gatto. I think I was at at 401 N Broad st the day your brother got drafted. I reconnected with Jimmie Russling this week on Facebook. He has recently been to Irland and wants to retire there. Does anyone know the date of the Doo Wap festival at Penns landing this year? I always enjoy seeing some great people there every year. Guys like Dave Lynn, Jimmy Kohlmier, George Felice, CLYDE BEATTY, his lovely wife, and his sister, just to name a couple. I've seen Debbies Rose, Kathy McCartney (God rest David's soul) and many others. It's really a good time for a great cause. (Wounded soldiers) I hope many from here decide to attend this year. Bring a cusion or chair cause the seating at Penns Landing is tough on the rump.
Joe Graber, Bo Bo's, Bonnies and Fu's. OH MY [08-08-2011]

Ed, I was recently in the Mall with my grandson and after explaining what dungarees were he asked what did you call pants you wore when you got dressed up. Try explaining high rise pants with saddle stiching on the side, pistol pockets and pegged at the bottom with box toed shoes.He couldn't stop laughing and asked if I was trying out for clown school. There's just no respect anymore.
anonymous [08-08-2011]

Mr. Lobs. Do you remember Paul Harthausen. He lived on West Clapier Street, across from what I thought was part of the Dodge estate, near Erringer place. Also in the bigger white house was a guy named Carl? Sommers. Do you remember them.
Duncan Hubley, McKean Ave. Near by was Larry Faust. [08-08-2011]

Some random responses - words we don't use anymore - one that comes t mind is davenport. Six degrees of separation - I taught Shenk's grandson in Abington- he brought in the best & fanciest cakes. A while back, we had a great exchange about the gas lamps. It's funny, I spent about 26 years at Greene & Wyneva -4th house up from Harkins. I never remember CMM living in that area. There was a pharmacy on one corner, a dentist - Dr. Scanlon- on another, a grocery and about 4 other small stores on the other side. I can name 7 of the families who lived in the 100 block on both sides and a number of others who lived further up towards Wayne Ave. - but no CMM unless she was in the apartment in the one house which had been converted. That was directly across the street from me. I think I would have know her - especially since she came to Cecilian in 1956.
Denise Duckworth Tumelty [08-08-2011]

As part of a summertime project, I recently confirmed that former North Catholic/Penn football star Frank Reagan lived, while in high school, right near 65th & Wister. Probably borderline, but are we agreed that intersection would still be considered Germantown? He also played for the Giants and Eagles and had seven interceptions for the Eagles' 1949 title team. The "closest corners" info for Philly's NFL/NBA/MLB guys (still filling in some blanks) is on my website, www.tedsilary.com. Thanks.
Ted Silary [08-08-2011]

Many thanks to Jack Brogan and Joe Lynch for stirring so many fond memories about growing up in the old neighborhood ... Jack's latest post about the semi-pro team that played in Fernill Park before the army arrived made me remember a story I'll never forget ... the name of the local team that played at the park was the Fernhill Stars (or all stars, I can't remember exactly) .. what I do remember is a couple of players on that team that were big fan favorites ... brothers Johnny & Toby Buehler, and Joe Golden from Morris Street ... the time frame is the late forties ... I was old enough to remember this happening ... at the time I lived on the 4500 block of Fernhill Road and a neighbor across the street, Al Longacre, had his nephew visiting him ... his nephew was supposed to be quite a ballplayer and was from Al's hometown, I think it wa Schwenksville or somewhere up in that area ... I remember meeting his nephew and he seemed really nice ... Al took his nephew over the park one night and hooked him up with Johnny Buehler, the captain of the Philadelphia Stars ... Al's nephew ended up playing the outfield that night under some other name and proceeded to hit two home runs over the trees and down the hill in deep center field ... the Stars won that night ... maybe you heard of Al's nephew ... he came up with the A's later on ... his name was Bobby Schantz.
Tom Cusack, I got a head full of stuff [08-08-2011]

Arelene mentioned something about halloween. That put me in mind of the Dodge family - that had the Dodge Estate on W. Clapier Street between Erringer Place and McKean. At Halloween they gave a shiny new dime. In late 40's that was a powerful lot of money. In addition, if you got there at just the right time they would let you ride the elevator from the first to second floor.
Rick Lobs [08-08-2011]

Joe LEONE, Ed BURKE, George BECCARIA, Tom FINN, Tom McIntre, George Mc Calley,Frank Murphy, Al Patrizi, Ed Scully Tom CUSACK, JBS, Ray DAWES, Chuck LUBKING, Mike GARVEY, how does Tuesday, October 4, 2011 at 12noon, at the BUCK Hotel for our next reunion Luncheon? Reply on Your Thoughts. BUD Attention Joe Leone, Ed Burke, George Becacaria, Richard Brinkos, Tom Finn, Tom Mcintre, George McCalley, Frank Murphy, Al Patrizi, ames Romano, Ed Scully, Richard Serano, Joe Walsh, Stanley, Wink, Tom Cusack, Mike Garvey, John Bruce Schhmitt, Ray Dawes and Chuck Lubking how does Tuesday, October 4, 2011, 12 noon at the BUCK HOTEL for our next reunion luncheon? Reply on Your Thoughts A.S.A.P. BUD.
Orville T. BALLARD, sfa 56 nechs 60 [08-08-2011]

Walt Whitman was a poet before he was a bridge. I like teaching "When I Heard the Learned Astronomer" to kids. That bridge, the naming of it, caused an uproar in Philly, I guess, in the early 1950s. He celebrated the human body, manly love and his poetry is corporeal, if you know what I mean. He did change the rhythms and imagery of American poetry (sorry for the lesson) and America just wouldn't be America without Twain or Uncle Walt. We've had some other intolerance in Philadelphia; the Cathedral has no windows because some know-nothings would knock them out, to make a long story short. Sort of like that mosque at Ground Zero, NY. We all had to memorize Walt, "O Captain, My Captain." for Friday poetry recitals and then stumble over the stanzas while Ronny Manzo would laugh at us. I like Walt's line "stand up for the stupid and crazy. Man could write. And rivet!
anonymous [08-08-2011]

One and all: Decidedly richer post this last session. Good stuff. I enjoyed reading them. Del, I remember walking that alley behind the west side of Clapier. I was probably going to visit Jimmy Kehan and Joe DiPasquale. I guess there was no action at FH park because of the AA guns, which by the by, I thought were cool.I never ran into the lamplighter back there, but I think there was a lamp post. I may have even climed up it in my dungarees, and PF Keds. I needed the Keds to run by the Oldsmobile garage, because one time when I was real young, the guy who worked in there caught me on the roof, and manhandled me down into the garage, and locked me in some stall back where they stored the cars. Lucky for him I was to afraid to mention it thinking I would get into trouble for being on the roof. My dad would probably have explained to the man that he was disappointed in his behavior. It felt like forever, but was probably only a half hour or so. I was so shook up when I got out of there, I probably found an empty pepsie bottle and took it into Moe's go get eight mike and ikes. That would have been closer than walking up to Mrs. Gegans; then again, I might just be rambling.
John Payne, Man in the coonskin cap wants eleven dollar bill, I only got ten. [08-08-2011]

Rick Lobs: I commend you on your titilating posts which have really energized The Germantown-Web Site. Back in the day, we had a mutual friend,Eric Wiener, who went to Fitler,Roosevelt Junior High,and GHS with you. Eric liked sports,pumping iron,and fast cars. I played baseball and football with him on the fields of The Germantown Cricket Club- we scaled the GCC walls at hansberry&schuyler. We played basketball at The Armory-Wissy&Hansberry. He was very strong and liked to bang the boards and I gave him some shots in the stomach and he reciprocated. You and he went to Fitler where great athletes like Herb Adderly[NFL] and Paul Borian also attended. Eric lived at 5115 Wissahickon and Herb lived 3 houses down when he played for Green Bay. The Wiener Family moved to Mt. Airy and later on, Herb Adderly moved to Mt. Airy. Eric lives in Bucks County-not far from Newtown. He still likes fast cars- naturally a Corvette. Ironically, he taught at his Alma_mater,GHS, and is a retired teacher. There are many people on this site who live in beautiful Bucks County. We should get reconnected. I knew many people in your class at Fitler-including Bill Turner and Mike Grossman. I went to a great GHS basketball game against Overbrook with Mike G. and Eric. Overbrook had 5 superstars and GHS had Obie Snyder,Earl Proctor,and Sony Kennedy from The Hollow. GHS almost won. It was easy to remember Bill Turner of Fitler since there were not many black kids at Fitler in those days. I played b-ball against Bill and his cousin Jesse Turner at The Queen Lane Playgound[The Project]. I was not afraid of Billy but Jesse was the man and if I fouled him hard, I would have needed smelling salts if you know what I mean. You mentioned Schenk's Bakery at Wayne&Clapier. I knew Ken Schenk from playing football at The Hollow. Guys like Dom Raffaele and Al Paris who post on this site knew Ken well. Al Paris's Family had a Flower Shop at Wayne&Seymour. In that same block, Mike Grossman's father had a TV-repair shop. You liked the goodies at SChenk's but I only bought cupcakes after playing ball at The Hollow. Eric and I hit Haasis's Bakery on Queen Lane too many times. I always liked the stores in Germantown. Many times, I go to Dunkin Donuts and I can not understand the clerks-I guess that I am getting old now that I have rounded 3rd. Rick! How about those Phillies?
J.Bruce Schmitt [08-08-2011]

DEAR CMM--- In response to your queries on my latest poem, the best I can come up with is a paraphrasing of a quote by E. Anderson, in which I substitute "POEMS" for "SPEECHES" : "POEMS ARE LIKE STEER HORNS---/ A POINT HERE,A POINT THERE/ AND A LOT OF BULL IN BETWEEN."
to my Wayne Ave.friend in OZ from your friend from Abbottsford and Greene, frank.SFA'58/NECHS'62/ST.JOE'S'67. p.s. Sometime I'll tell you about my meet-up with your DOWN UNDER TREASURE, ERIC BOGLE.
FRANK KLOCK [08-08-2011]

In the course of a recent conversation with my granddaughter, I remarked about her dungarees. My granddaughter gave me a strange look and inquired: "What are dungarees?" When I replied they were the denim pants she was wearing, she gave me another strange look and aked: "Do you mean my "jeans"? I didn't know that the word "dungarees" no longer applied; however, I do know that those plaid, flannel-lined "dungarees" I wore in the winters of my youth sure kept me warm. Thanks for the memories.
Lorraine (Cupo) Kelly, fl; ic '55; cdhs '59 [08-06-2011]

Joe, good call about dungarees What else did we call, that aren't used today,but are called something else?
edburke [08-06-2011]

I believe good story telling sells somebody out, and the person sold out in my father’s stories was usually himself. That’s what my mother called him. Himself. “Well, if it isn’t himself,” she said one evening as he came through the door. He’d been playing pinochle at Fernhill Park. He was sputtering about the anti aircraft guns looming over the baseball field. “Agnes, the pity of it is, those rusty old aircraft guns are as useless as John Rellehan’s cat.” John Rellehan was a sad old tinker in Ireland, but that was the first I’d heard of the man’s useless cat. My father continued, “If a Russian bomber flew over that outfield, those worn out old guns could fire away from sun-up to sun-down and not one plane would be hit. God, the pity of it. That beautiful ball field ruined, and for nothing.” A week later as I walked home from the basketball courts, I passed the gate to the gun emplacements. A sergeant stood there looking bored. I spoke up to him, said, “Sergeant, my father told me those guns are useless. He said they couldn’t shoot down a single bomber.” The sergeant laughed and said, “What branch of the service was your father in?” I said, “My father wasn’t in the service.” The sergeant said, “Kid, go home and tell your father he’s fulla’ s**t.” I went straight home and I told my father exactly what the sergeant said. Now, in my mind, I can remember the startled look on his face when I said the last word. I can hear his laughter. He told that story many times.
Jack Brogan, Act like I'm only one got a car around here. [08-06-2011]

I had posted a story last week of taking an alleyway behind Caliper Street from just below Pulaski Street to Wayne Avenue on the way to Saint Francis. It was a scenic route rather then just walking down the Caliper Street. Up near Pulaski the right side of the alleyway was a stone retaining wall that bordered Happy Hallow. The houses on the left had very deep yards some with gardens if I remember correctly. Then the alley made a left turn at the back of what I said was the back of the Wayne Theatre, but I think it was actually a garage that may have been part of the Oldsmobile dealership across Wayne Avenue. The alley then turned right as you walked towards Wayne Avenue. The yards on the left got less deep and as you descended the hill the garage on the right got taller and there may have been a few windows that looked into it. It was a longer walk but a scenic route. Years later I had a crush on a beautify brunette that lived on that block with the back of the house on that alleyway. Her name was Maureen and as a teen she worked the water-ice stand in front of the shop at Wayne and Manheim Street across from the Pharmacy. Does anyone ever remember the bank building on the opposite corner? It always seemed derelict, which was unusual for Germantown at the time, and I can’t say that I every remember anyone going in there.
Del Conner [08-06-2011]

Gman, the story of lucky sgt. Fred Capozzi stationed across the street from his home on Haines Street where he ate his meals and slept at night during the Korean War is a great one.
Del Conner [08-06-2011]

Rick Lobs, I had a gas light accross the street from my house, we called the guy who lit it Teddy the Toad, he also would get us beer at the Wister Tavern .
Joe Leone [08-06-2011]

M.Ryznar: unless you're a ghostbuster, I suspect you're looking for descendants, rather than ancestors, of Charley Ross. Rick Lobs: when I lived at Greene and Wyneva in the 50s, the lamplighter came around, carrying his ladder, every evening to light the gas street lights and came again every morning to extinguish them. Wyneva St was so leafy then that the gas light illuminated only a tiny circle directly under the lamp. The rest of the street was in darkness. Also in those days the mailman carried chewing gum to give to all the kids. Once we had a lemonade stand during a stinking hot summer much like this one and the mailman paid us 10 cents just for a glass of water. We wanted to give it to him for free but he insisted on paying.
CMM, ex-Gtn, now Outback Oz [08-06-2011]

Did any readers patronize a candy store at Seymour and Knox Sts - on the corner of Fitler elem. school? An ancient lady, probably younger than I am at present, owned it. Here name was "Gagen", Mrs. Gagen. The odd thing about her was that when she dropped a coin behind the candy counter she left it lay. The floor in that area was carpeted with coins. Some little bad boys were known to dash behind the counter when her back was turned and snapping up a coin or two - thus giving her her own money back. It is said that confession is good for the soul.
Rick Lobs [08-06-2011]

Joe Lynch---you mentioned Walt Whitman-do you remember the letter writeing campaign against nameing the bridge after THAT man--the Diocese of Philadelphia and Camden had kids write letters---I think I was in 2 or 3 grade-what a awful thing to do.
vera carey canavan, St. Vincent's 1956--Little Flower 1960 [08-06-2011]

Arlene - you nailed it - schenks it was when we were customers. Every Sat. Morning like clockwork my father bought cinnamon buns. Yum!
Rick Lobs [08-06-2011]

Bill Cupo, if Germantown didn't change I think I would have stayed.
Sheila [08-06-2011]

My wife,Carolyn,said the St. Joe nuns gave out more capital punishment than any other order-when I attended SFA they were BRUTAL,but when I went to St. Mike's they never touched anyone. I heard MSGR Cavalucci told them to restrain themselves from physical punishment - I think MSGR was afraid some wild Italian parent would come up & beat the crap out of a nun-Ha Ha!Anyone out there agree?? Lou Giorno
lou giorno, Mr G Dos [08-06-2011]

Bill Cupo I couldn't agree more air conditioning what was that, swimming pool, only in my dreams. I was happy when a neighbor squirted me with a hose. The one thing I really don't miss is climbing the steps to the second floor, my mother still lives in the house where I was raised and at 88 climbs 15 steps a couple times a day, after living in Florida for the past 16 years and enjoy one story living, no steps. Rick Lobs we moved to the 500 block of Clapier St. around 1952-53 just about when youy were leaving and that bakery was Schenks. Does anyone remember the George Washington cake they sold? Richie SFA '64 NC '68
Richard Pio, Born and bred in G-town 1950-95,now in Ocala area [08-06-2011]

Thanks for the response to my Wayne Junction story. John Payne, Dennis McGlinchey, Anon., you guys get it. This blog is important because of the connections people make. I mentioned Wayne Junction and my old man, and Anon connects to his old man. Somebody mentions the travesty of putting anti-aircraft guns in the center of the most beautiful, natural baseball field I’ve ever seen, and it reminds me of my old man again. There was a twilight league in Fernhill Park on that field. This was before the guns. Two or three times a week when I was a little kid my mother and father and my Aunt Kate and Uncle Maurice Lynch and their kids Joe and Tom, who were really tots, went “up The Park” for a baseball game. I forget the name of the home team but it was Penn Dell League. The rumor was that the quality of play was equal to minor league. One of the best teams in the league was the 22d Ward, made up of all black players. We rarely saw black men in that situation when we were kids. This was before Jackie Robinson. The games were great. There was an umpire named Hagerty. He was bald as an egg and his nickname was Hair Pin. The rumor was that Hair Pin Haggerty was a better umpire when he was half drunk. He provided comic relief during the games. “Some are balls and some are strikes, but they ain’t nuthin’ until I call em’.” The anti-aircraft guns ended that league and ruined that field. My father was furious.
Jack Brogan, Guys like us we had it made. [08-06-2011]

Bill Cupo - You ask a very compelling question. Would we ever go back to the homes we lived in ? I too had lived many years in Bucks County. Bensalem, Richboro and Doylestown and loved the area.Now I am in the Lehigh Valley and it is nice too. I am sure that the big old house that I grew up in on Newhall St, off of Manheim St. is much smaller than I remember it, But it had a lot of charm. With 3 stories, hardwood floors throughout, a finished basement, 4 bedrooms and 3 1/2 baths and a two car garage,It seemed like a mansion until I moved to Bucks County and owned a few McMansions over the years.I then realized how different life really was. But all the McMansions never had the feel of the old neighborhood and the noise of the trolley cars and the ability to recognize and say hello to almost everyone you passed on Wayne Avenue. The sounds ans smells of the shops and the small businesses. I didn't even know ( or want to know) some of my neighbors in Bucks County, and never really felt comfortable with the "nouveau rich". Sure the homes were more elegant and had all the modern conveniences, but they lacked the warmth that I had with my parents and 2 brothers and a sister. That was the time when I felt most secure and loved. Sadly, it went too quickly and we cannot go back,as things always change in life. But those memories will be with me forever.I guess you can never take the Philly or the Germantown out of me !
Bob D'Angelo [08-06-2011]

Bruce, you mentioned Dirty Frank’s at 13th and Pine downtown. I spent many a night hanging out there in the mid seventies. Still have a sketchbook that I would take there and sketch people. Sketching them was a great way to meet woman. Met quite a few from Germantown there. To get back on subject, Germantown, in the seventies while living in Awbury Arboretum the buddies and I would spend a lot of time at Takers Café on Maplewood Mall. Greg Walsh’s old place before he moved to the Chestnut Hill Hotel. Before that, and without alcohol I would hang out at Hecate’s Circle Coffee House. Great acts. One night after Hall and Oat’s had played I got to finish the night alone with my guitar. So, in a way, Hall and Oat’s opened for me. Not really but it was a thrill to follow them even if it was at two in the morning. I always thought that they did their best work there at Hecate’s Circle. Can’t remember his last name but a prominiate guy at both Germantown spots was Sam. He lived on Logan just in from Germantown Avenue behind the cemetery. He was murdered in front of his house. As a kid I knew a guy that lived in one of the houses, Stevenson? My old friend and later housemate, Neal Krakover lived next to Sam before moving into my old Farm House on Washington Lane. We had some great parties there from ’77 to ’87. Neal also had some great parties while on Logan. Then I was across the street in Awbury in the Henry Cope House for twenty years rebuilding it. More great parties and a great pack of dogs.
Del Conner [08-06-2011]

Bob Eastside: We straightened it out that I am not the web-master or connected with this Germantown-web site. I do applaud his gargantuan effort on behalf of Germantowners. I would like to meet him before I face my maker. Like The Web-Master, I never met you and I do not know what neighborhood in Germantown that you lived. If you grew up near Gtn.& Chelten, you might have visited The Vernon Library where my articulate Irish-American mother assisted the students from St. Vincent's in the development of their reading skills. The McKernan Brothers who post on this site used that facility frequently. One of the brothers, Professor James McKernan is very proud that his son is a great baeball player for Ireland. I have known Irish soccer players and musicians but never a baseball player from Ireland. One never knows how people will turn out. I am never ceased to be amazed how many of the old jocks that I knew from G-town post and write so well. Frank Baggs Klock does not surprise me with his poetry since his mentor was Robert Goo Guarinello, the legendary Hollow Poet. Frankie Baggs was witty,quick and Jesuit-educated- he was also a piece of work and a very engaging converstionalist. I appreciate your offer of a book which would magnify and enhance my vocabulary. However, with a Thesarus, I would be too sonorous-LoL.
JBS [08-06-2011]

JBS - thanks for another enlightening post - we all need to obtain your unique talent for word use - just amazing - let's all go back to SFA and see if they are offering some english literature courses!
Bo Eastside [08-06-2011]

Gene McDaniels died the other day. He (G0D)took a hundred pounds of clay and created a woman and lots of lovin' for a man, or so he sang. Great song, great voice from the late 50s. New topic: Everybody deserves a great mentor. I had my coz Brog. He taught me at 11 many things; he taught me basketball for which I am eternally grateful. He must have taught me something about sex because I have 3 children. I used to walk up Fernhill road and awaken Jack at 11:30 AM each day and we would walk to the Hollow and I would try to hang around him all day. You met characters at the Hollow that way--Italians, for instance, a few Germans, mostly Irish--almost all Catholics; my world expanded. The Hollow was a microcosm of life. Maybe I had a dime for a soda at Sal's; maybe Jack would buy me one. He knew girls--Connie and Margie and Pat and Eileen and I learned how to be somewhat "cool" around girls and not drool on my Keds. He could actually talk to girls and not look away in embarrassment. Then he would elbow me in the chest in a pick-up basketball game that afternoon. He had a $12 RCA Victor record player for his 45s, but the only records I can remember are Heartbreak Hotel and Secret Love by Doris Day (Marge's). We listened to WIBG and the Rockin' Bird. So, I got attuned to Rock and Roll with this new technology. I used to believe every word Jack said. Not always a good thing, I found out later. I really paid attention on the basketball court, though! Luckily, Brog wasn't too outrageous in language or behavior. (I don't call pool-hopping in Chestnut Hill mansions beyond the pale.) I just wish he was a little more accurate in his lectures about 14 year old Catholic school girls--Come out, Virginia, don't hesitate. . . (His untested theories about girls-just-wanna-have-fun did cause me agita and heartbreak in my teenager-in-love years.)Anyway, The Hollow sent me home and told me to get "cool" before returning. Not having the wavy hair,the Camels,jeans and leather boots, and James Dean attitude, I returned to placid Fernhill Park to shovel snow off the basketball court. Thanks, Brog, you did what you could. I hope you're happy with the outcome.(Jack went on to teach for a quarter of a century in the Maine schools, but I was his first, his best pupil!) A teacher affects eternity. .
Joe Lynch/Without a hurt the heart is hollow. . . [08-06-2011]

Naomi Vitelli, As a child i loved Knabbs Bakery ... we would sometimes stop there and buy their baked goods ... what a treat. Rosemarie
rosemarie hite malageri [08-06-2011]

Joe Leone, I too at times call my frig an ice box and on occasion say dungarees .. ha! My son doesnt make anything of it when i say these words but, my grandchildren look at me and laugh ... Rosemarie
rosemarie hite malageri [08-06-2011]

Rick Lobs, That man lit the light on my street Greeves Ct ....every night . I do remember the step ladder too . Rosemarie
rosemarie hite malageri [08-06-2011]

The Nike missile base located in Awbury park was part of the cold war defense system. They were located in the US and Europe during the 50s when there were Armies that wanted to destroy us. The regular Army cook at that Base was sgt Fred Capozzi who lived on Haines st. When asked how he became stationed their during the Korean war he said it was just luck. He also ate his meals at home and slept in his own bed at home, across the street, most every night.
Gman [08-05-2011]

Ed,I sometimes refer to my refrigerator as the ice box, of course the kids laugh at me and still don't know why I refer to jeans sometime as dungarees.
joe leone [08-05-2011]

John Pritz, I lived in Germantown and went to elementary school in Logan. We had to take a PTC bus. We bought our PTC bus tickets in school and from kindergarten to 6th grade rode the J bus to and from school. My mom took me to kindergarten, but once I was in first grade I went with my sisters who were a couple of years older. My grandkids who ride the yellow school busses don't seem to believe that as young as 6 yrs old we were taking public transportation by ourselves. Those were certainly different times.
Sheila [08-05-2011]

Rick Lobs - I think the bakery at Clapier & Wayne was Schenk's and then Fortenier's (? sp). They used to give the kids gingerbread on halloween.
Arlene (Bloomer) McMahon [08-05-2011]

Would like to contact ancesters of missing Charley Ross
M.Ryznar, Manitoba,Canada [08-05-2011]

To Kathy re: Blix Donnelly ... that is a name from the past I know and someone I once met ... I think he was a neighbor on Wyneva Street or a friend of one of my cousins, either Doc Flaherty or Ed Dooney.
Tom Cusack [08-05-2011]

Does anyone remember Knabbs Bakery near Chew & Chelten? They had the best crumb cakes and George Wasington cake! There was also Mary anne's Bakery near Pastorius School. Does anyone remember the name of the steak shop (spent many days there) at Chew & Chelten? I also enjoyed Carol's Icecream. It was great fun buying penny candy from Knights grocery store...Those were the days...
Naomi Vitelli [08-05-2011]

We had gaslights on Clapier Street - not the fancy-dancy ones but gas lights none the less. I remember a man, who seemed very old, who came around on foot and cleaned the globes. He carried a step ladder over his back. Anyone ever see such a man?
Rick Lobs, [543 W. Clapier St. 1943-1956] [08-05-2011]

John Bruce Schmitt: Thanks for your info. I remember Eric Wiener well and Gene Winters is just a distant echo. Do you know where Eric is in life? Do any of you know the name Harry Zechman? With reference to Roosevelt, John, God was good to allow me to go there. I learned a lot about life if not so much about algebra, etc. My "social life" was divided between fighting and fleeing. It was about 50-50. I won and lost some fights but never was caught in flight. One of the valuable Roosevelt lessons was and continues to be the value of a smile. I found in Jr. High that I could defuse and avoid confrontation with a broad smile. Not fool proof but still works. I know no one from Happy Hollow. My center of gravity was Fern Hill Park.
Rick Lobs, [543 W. Clapier - 1943-1956 [08-05-2011]

Duncan, Were you talking about a guy who looked like Joe Palooka. He could never guard you at Fernill Park. You had good moves and his game was elbows and throwing up bricks. There were a lot of good players at Fernhill. Most of the players were nice guys.
anonymous [08-05-2011]

Hello G-Towners ! I was just wondering if any of us would live in the same house where we grew up in, if we could go back in time. After living in Bucks County for 42 years now and having lived in a couple of homes in that period, could I give up what I have now to go back to that simpler time? We had no swimming pool of our own; we had fire hydrants. No air conditioning, only a couple of box fans in the windows, no finished basement, no landscaping company to maintain the lawn, no vinyl siding, no patio or deck. Could I give that all up to live like we used to in Germantown? Well, I'm glad I'll never have to make a decision like that because it would be difficult to say the least. Yet, looking back, we had friendly neighbors, great public parks, great transportation and we only needed one car. We also had neighborhood grocery stores, pharmacies, bakeries, shoe-makers; we could walk to school, church, the bank, the post office and a tavern. I'll bet knowing what we know now, we couldn't go back to that way of living. We would miss our two cars, great big malls, huge drug chains and department stores, etc. Or would we? Would it be a case of not knowing what we didn't have to know what we would miss? I've often wondered if it were possible to go back and travel in time, how many of us would do it. We know we miss the old place but are we just nostalgic for a less hectic way of life? Imagine having your spouse not have to work just to survive or be able to pay a doctor $3 for a visit. The U.S. would be the only country with such an industrial capacity that we would still be the envy of the world. What choice would you make? I'm glad I don't have to. Just some random thoughts from a guy who really misses the place. Take care everybody!
Bill Cupo, Immaculate Grad "65". C.D. "69"- Haines st 1300 Block [08-05-2011]

Frank Baggs Klock: I luxuriate when you post so gratuitously a poem for us to enjoy. Catharine Manning Muir,our Aussie Intellectual, seemed to have some difficulty connecting with your poem. Back in the day, when you were hanging at Crane's in G-town, you had no problem connecting with the lovely lassies with your engaging poetic language. Joe Lynch, a creative writer, suggested that it was ok for you to write in a creative style- poetic freedom if you will. Many poets from the 60's liked to engage in free verse. A true poet knows there is no free lunch in poetry and I saw effort in your last poetic-post on this site. Frank! You always were a free-spirit and it is not oxymoronic for you to engage in free-verse- your parameter would never be iambic pentameter. You studied Shakespeare and sonnets with iambic pentameter but there were many great poets who used free verse. Joe Lynch mentioned Walt Whitman from Camden and he used free verse. My wife, Ludmila was A latin-American Scholar and a big fan of both Walt Whitman and Borges,the famous Argentine-Intellectual,writer, and poet. Borges was heavily influenced by Walt Whitman. Frank! You would enjoy hanging out in Buenos Aires with the poets and writers at the cafes which are up-scale versions of Dirty Frank's-your old hangout at 13&Pine. Robert Frost and Robert Louis Stevnson also used free verse. I know you are happily married but Stevenson's Cruel Mistress was a free-verse poem. You are not only a poet,a poker expert, and you have a penchant for music. It is so cool that you will hear the iconic legends- Dylan and Leon Russell at The Mann. I am going to Jot a Blurb- Stay Away from The Herb since this is not a Grateful Dead Concert. You know that Bob and Leon are going to do,"A Hard Rain Is Gonna Fall". God is forgiving and He will not be perturbed that he was labeled a verb and a hard rain is not gonna fall-"Enjoy The Concert".
Bruce Schmitt [08-05-2011]

Rick Lobs: The bakery at Wayne and Clapier was Schenks. Excellent.
John Payne [08-05-2011]

I remember well the shoemaker on Wayne Ave., Between Clapier and Seymour Sts. He has been discussed earlier on this site. In elementary school (Fitler) I wanted "cleats" on my Flag Flyer heals in worst way. Had shoemaker put on and then tried to walk on my toes at home around my parents who did not approve. That rouse lasted all of five minutes before said father removed them unceremoniously with screw driver. Across Wayne Ave @ Wayne and Clapier was a bakery. Do not know name, we just called it the "German Bakery". In elementary school we would from time to time buy loaf of Italian bread - and pull out the insides. Washed that down with orange soda in the returnable bottles. Good lunch there!
Rick Lobs, Lived @ 543 W. Clapier 1943-1956 [08-04-2011]

Tom Cusack I too have great memories of margate I am wondering about an old friend Jim Donnelly aka (Blix Donnelly
Kathy [08-04-2011]

Catherine, never ask poets what their poems are about. They just don't know.(Something in the subconscious is working.) Poems should be about the moon, movies about a beautiful woman with a knife, and stories--a stranger comes to town or somebody goes on a journey. Goo Goo at the Hollow once had a poem on a tape and the rhyme and ambiguity revolved around "fugg" with "sugg." Hmmm, doesn't take much to figure out the meaning there. Try Walt Whitman whose buried in Camden; he sang the body electric!
Joe Lynch/It all starts with a Sharpie! [08-04-2011]

I know better than to cross verbal foils with the king of English from Germantown. Basketball, probably not there either, and after I saw the wood pile in his driveway, I would not be that good a lumberjack, unless it was delivered by truck??
Duncan Hubley, 5068 McKean Avenue, 72 in October. [08-04-2011]

During the mid 40's my younger sister Jeanne by two years, I was at least six would walk from Morris Street to Germantown Ave and Mannheim St where we would take the 23 Car to Gorgas Ln, transfering to the X Bus. We would be by ourselves. Can one imagine two small children travelling that distance? Jeanne and I would be going to visit with our Grandmother who lived on Limekiln Pike.We just had to get off the bus and walk a half block. I would sit up front by the driver and be curious about the trip thru Chesnut Hill, Laverock to Chelten Hills. I don't think parents today would let their teenagers even attempt public transportation that far. Differant days and times.
John Pritz, Trips on the #23 to Gorgas Ln. & Glenside [08-04-2011]

JBS - I could have sworn to were the webmaster - I stand corrected - your verbose writing skills coupled with the almost police detective (Columbo)like ability you have to detail activities that occurred 40-50 yrs. ago is astounding. I feel like sending you a thesaurus to help increase your already expansive vocabulary that we have the pleasure to read each and every day!
Bob Eastside [08-04-2011]

Lou - thanks so much for agreeing to not get too complicated with your excellent posts regarding such unusual subjects that we all enjoy discussing - much appreciated ! LOL
Bob Eastside [08-04-2011]

Just sitting here reading all the blogs about Gn. Great place to grow up! My old man grew up in Kensington, another great place in Philly. When he was little his gang from K&A used to climb the wall in right field at Shibe park to watch the A'S and the Phillies play. My Mother once told me that they would often swim across the Delaware, still don't know if I can believe that one. He was a crazy,tough Irishman so anything is possible. When we got to dinking age we would take the trolleys to kensington and bar hop .It was safer than driving and none of us had a car anyway. There seemed to be a bar or two on every corner, and the bar food was pretty good. My earliest recollection was when I was three living at G & Tioga and being sent down to the corner to fetch my father from the corner bar for dinner. The door was to heavy for a little kid so I had to wait for someone to enter or leave so I could sneak in.I also remember the Ice man bringing the block of ice for the "ice box". I still call it the "ice box " and my kids laugh at me. Anybody else call it the "ice box" ? I,for one wouldn't want to live in either place today !
ed burke [08-04-2011]

Tom Cusak: I remember you well as a friend of my brother, Ralph. One of the reasons the Army set up in Fernhill Park was because of the nearby steel plants. Midvale, Budd and American Pulley were all producing war materials.
Bonnie Gatto [08-04-2011]

Rick Lobs: I recall hearing your name back in the 5o's from you 2 guys who went to Fitler-Eric Wiener and Gene Winters. If you knew these 2 lads, I don't have to tell you that they had unique personalities. Eric W. was a nice Jewish kid from West Germantown but we pumped iron together. Back in the day, we were jumped by a few hooligans from Esat Germantown at Chelten&Ogontz. I am a reserved guy and Big Eric displayed some impressive offensive skills. I was happy to have survived this ordeal and I never knew Eric was so tough when I played sports against him. If you knew Gene Winters, I will simply state that he had an unique personality if you know what I mean. I knew many guys from Fitler including Paul Borian who posts on this site and is Mr. Happy Hollow. He was a good friend of Robert Goo Guarinello who was the legendary and iconic figure from The Hollow. You lived near The Hollow and you might have remembered these 2 guys who were always hanging at Moe's next to The Hollow. I went to Saint Francis with Mike Smith whose mother taught at Fitler. You went to Roosevelt for Junior High and you must have had internal toughness to survive that very tough institution. Like Tough Tommy Cusack, I remember the army-installation at Fernhill Park and I was happy when The Army pulled out. Fernhill Park was for sports and for guys like Tom Cusack and Joe Lynch holding hands with the pretty lassies and watching the butterflies. There were no submarine races at Fairmount Park if you know wha I mean. Rick! I enjoyed your post and your take on our beloved Germantown.
John Bruce Schmitt [08-04-2011]

Joe Lynch...I started out at the Gtn. Boys Club.Was a regular at the wood shop.Made a magazine rack and a dog house for our dog Lucky.She never spent a day in my custom made dog house.My parents used the dog house to store preservatives,etc.Played some baseball,soccer,and basketball in the basement cage.I dominated the league because I was TALL PAUL.Had no skills whatsoever so I gravitated to the Hollow to hone my skills on the outdoor basketball court.One day,Goo came over to give me some pointers.I think he liked me because he thought that I was Italian.Regardless,he gave me a life time membership to his playground.He tought me the game of basketball,gambling,bullying nice people,nutting,smoking,drinking,checking out girls,all the fine attributes of being a member of his playground.My days at the Boys Club were over.My love of carpentry was over.Who knows,I could have been another Joseph.Today,I have all the tools but do not know how to use them.My wife Fran(my Josephine the plumber)does all the handywork around the house.....Paul Borian
Paul Borian, Could have used that dog house as a place to hang out whenever I was a BAD DOG [08-04-2011]

I saw The Skyliners ("Since I don't have you, you, you, you, you . ." at the Dunes in the summer of '62 (The very summer of "American Graffiti," the very great George Lucas film. On the last day of summer, outside the Dunes, Harry Angermyer, the owner of Copper Kettle Fudge, was killed--Labor Day. It seemed a scary place the few times I went there--after hours, drunks from all over, people making a statement. Bucky Durney (still the funniest man in the world) told me the story on Labor Day morning as he cooked hot dogs at the Friendly Inn a few stores up from Copper Kettle, the one next to the Flanders. Harry would come into our store every morning for a 10 cent cup of coffee and tip the waitress a quarter or more. College kids would be using their ladles to whip the fudge in his store into edible pound boxes. I would be washing dishes for the second straight summer in the back, having no ambition to move up to Bucky's job at the Grill. The murder remains unsolved to this day (like some others!). Today the news in OC is whether or not to allow alcohol in the restaurants and on the Boardwalk. Those City Fathers definitely have their priorities straight. If they only knew what happened under the boardwalk all these years . . . .
JoeLynch/Tell Laura I Love Her/Tell Laura I Care [08-04-2011]

Some great posts here lately…. Nice to read actual memories rather than dreams of beating the Waterview Italianos…. Regarding memories, love reading about the football rivalries at Waterview. They were before my time but I understand the games between IC and Holy Rosary were stuff of legend…. Good to see St. Vincent’s was in that mix as well. Would love to have been there for that. Del Connor, I remember the army installation up in Awbury Park, but never knew why they were there. What I mostly remember is the barracks ruins that we used to explore until they finally removed them. I always thought that part of Ardleigh Street was always there, so I learned something from your post. Tom Cusack, loved reading your shore memories. I was of a later era, the 1970s, but knew and was in many of the places you mentioned. By my time, 18 was the drinking age in NJ. They weren’t as strict back then as they are today, so I was visiting those places at 16. My favorite haunt was The Dolphin in Sea Isle. The Sunday afternoon jam sessions were the place to be. Wouldn’t miss them The Dolphin was turned into Shenanigans around 1977/1978 and is still there today. Wasn’t the same…. . Sunday nights, the Bongo Room in Avalon was the place to be for the Greaseband. The OD was a great place as was the LaCosta. The Springfield Inn, at that time, was for the older folks, and we never went there, except to the outdoor Carousel. My brother always got a house with buddies, as you did. They charged the stragglers, like me, a couple bucks a night to stay there. The money funded the house beer supply. Stragglers rarely got a bed, but we didn’t care. They were fun times at the shore…
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [08-04-2011]

I went to that dentist at the Gtn. Boys Club, a dollar a cavity. So did Tommy, my brother. He used vials of novocaine for every procedure. I probably still have residue on my molars. Then I played soccer/basketball for years there. Membership was a dollar and we would put our old club membership cards in the soles of our sneaks when they were worn out. That cage in the basement had Biddy baskets--8 feet tall and we felt like gods when we played in the older boys' gym, upstairs. Swimming in the summer, we didn't use bathing suits, morning or afternoon. Go figure. You got a wire mesh basket with a number you wore around your wrist. Never thought anything about it. Bud, Hughie, T-Ball--we learned a lot about our abilities or lack thereof, race relations, long walks home, comradeship, loyalty, the virtues of being good kids. We learned more about life at the Club than we did in school. (Sorry, Sister Grace!)And it seemed we spent as much time at 25 W. Penn St. as we did at Green and Logan. I don't think Hollow kids ever went up to the Club, maybe the Kohlmeier's for soccer. I could be wrong but Hollow kids were satisfied with their corner. There were leagues and leagues at the Boys Club and pool halls, some arts and crafts, naked swimming--who could ask for more?!
Joe Lynch/Some mistakes we never stop paying for. [08-03-2011]

Frank Klock: what WAS that poem about? nouns, verbs, fear, I didn't get it. Maybe it's because there's no context. Reminds me of Edith Sitwell's poetry, much admired by the literati of her day, which lumbered under the strain of Greatness.
CMM [08-03-2011]

My son, Ross, who was born in Dublin,was named to the Ireland National Baseball Team declined the offer to play in Spain due to his play for the Shamrock Bowl this w/end in Dublin (Irish American Football League) He was a standout player in North Carolina high school and was scholarshipped to UNC as a punter/kicker. I used to bring home to Dublin tees, footballs. shoulder pads, bats, gloves, balls on trips back to Philadelphia. But he loved soccer and kicking american football. Ross made his PATS on Sunday before a large Dublin crowd and the Dublin Rebels defeated the Universiuty of Limerick Vikings 14-13. Ross' kicking was the difference! Up the Rebels (can you hear the oul man cheering?)The last game i played was in the 8th grade at Waterview when St Vincents played against Immaculate Conception in 1958.I seem to recall that Roy Gundy scored our lone TD and Jimmy King scored a TD and the two point conversion for IC. We lost 8-6. Contentious stuff. I can still hear the train roaring by on the railway line on the hill above Waterview R.C. I loved this "sporting life" and all Irish boys do.
jim mckernan, professor North Carolina [08-03-2011]

To Johny Carr,are you related to Patricia Carr ?
Joe O'Donnell, Will be 67 August 10th [08-03-2011]

A couple of months ago I blogged a rambling piece about my recollections of hanging out in Wildwood in the Fifties. Since it is still summer, I sometimes think about the good times I had in Margate in the late Fifties early Sixties, when I was in my late teens to early twenties. Today's Margate doesn't resemble the Margate that I partied in for years, starting on weekends around Easter right on up to Halloween, and all weeks in between. The fact of the matter is todays Margate looks much nicer. Back then, all the action (rentals, bars, clubs) was between Washington Avenue south to Coolidge Avenue, from ocean to bay .. the nickname for this area back then was "The Barbary Coast" and the cops made sure that all the action stayed in this area. The Margate crowd was predominately 20ish and 30ish, and most rented houses or apartments for the season ... so you tended to run into the same crowds a lot ... good for forming relationships if you know what I mean. During the day, we hung out at the beach and visited the haunts & gin mills up close to the beach ... do the names The White House and Maloney's sound familiar? At night we ended up at the clubs back along the bay ... The Olde Tavern, Gables, Merrill's, Maynard's. In the early sixties a new club was built facing the bay called The Elbow Room ... later on Jerry Blavat bought it and named it Memories .. still there today. One year I was in on a house that was formerly a hotel .. it had 5 bedrooms on the first floor and 8 bedrooms on the second floor, and three bathrooms. This place defined the word "squalor" but we loved it. The best piece of "furniture" we had in the place was the keg of beer delivered every Friday night. There were 26 guys in on the rental .. 2 to a room ... I think it cost me a hundred bucks for the season. The 26 guys were from all over ... Gerry McKeon and I were from Germantown, others were from South Phila, the Northeast, and some were from the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Somehow it worked .. mostly because we were all party guys there for the same reason ... to have a good time and chase the girls. Sometimes the girls would escape our charms and we would wind up looking at each other at 2 in the morning, but we weren't done yet .. so we did the only logical thing ... head for The Dunes. The Dunes was a club located in the middle of nowhere, on the causeway between Longport and Somers Point. It was open for business 23 1/2 hours a day, but it did most of its business after 2 AM. It drew guys and gals from AC, Margate, Somers Point, Avalon, and Wildwood .. quite a mix of crowds .. and mostly in an edgy mood .. because if you were at the Dunes at 2 to 3 AM, that meant you didn't hook up yet. Oh to be young again! I hope this jogged some of your favorite memories of partying at the shore.
Tom Cusack [08-03-2011]

Jack Brogan and Del Connor, a couple nice posts about steam engines thru Wayne Junction and elsewhere and trolleys, thanks. Jack Brogan, your Dad sounds like he was a good-hearted, jolly Irish soul.... I still laugh about that story of how he came to see "The Outlaw". His being from Derry, I would bet it was a town he loved so well.... And, woe to anyone who calls it Londonderry. Regarding the trolleys, my grandfather was a jack of all trades. For awhile there in the 1940s, he worked for PTC in maintenance. But, when needed, he would be pressed into driving the Rte 23 trolley. I miss those trolleys in Germatown and elsewhere in Philly. The Rte 52 (Chelten Ave) and Rte 26 (Chew Ave) trolleys were discontinued before my time. I rememebr the 23, 56 and 6 very well. Hopefully, the Rte 23 trolley gets resurrected.... They kept the tracks in place.
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [08-03-2011]

In response to Rick Lobs post about the army installation on the top half of Ferhnill Park ... I remember it well. During the mid-to-late-fifties, the Army took over the baseball diamond area on the top half of Fernhill Park and set up a camp with gun installations ... part of the cold war, I assume. Since Fernhill Park's upper level is one of the highest, if not the highest natural point in Philadelphia with a clear unobstructed view of center city, I guess this installation made sense at the time. As I recall, this installation was in place for several years.
Tom Cusack [08-03-2011]

Could anybody please help me find a few old old freinds especialy James Jones who lived across the street. my father had a VW shop on washington lane
Tony Braspennincx, i lived on west washington lane,i am 57 years old moved to the nethrlands in 1972/. [08-03-2011]

NEWS ALERT! NEWS ALERT! NEWS ALERT!....The Happy Hollow Bears traded Joey Lynch to the Waterview Italianos for a case of Ripple and a player to be named later,along with two cases of Guiness.No doubt,the Bears got the best of that deal....Paul Borian
Paul Borian, For all you physical fitness enthusiasts remember,pain is weakness leaving the body. [08-03-2011]

Rick Lobs, I remember the anti-aircraft battery in Fern Hill Park. There was one in Awbury Park before Ardleigh Street cut through from Washington Lane to Hanies Street. That is high ground on the ridge overlooking East Germantown with no factories to protect but I think all high ground around the city had the batteries. Sledding on Dead-man’s Hill in Fern Park was great. The longer ride was from the side of the exit ramp of the expressway that cut the park in half, towards the steel plant. Less clear in my mind is the area at the top of the hill above Happy Hollow. Loved claiming the rocks and the windy, light colored wide brick walk to the top of the hill. I seem to remember an abandoned playground area covered in weeds at the top of the hill on the side towards Wayne Junction. Were there old tennis courts there too? Was the path that ran from Pulaski Avenue, between houses, to the path that led to the wide brick path down to the lower part of the Hollow, closed for a while when we were kids? I seem to remember walking to school and for some reason taking the windy alleyway behind the unit block of Caliper from Pulaski to Wayne Avenue that let you out by the Wayne Theater opposite the Olds’ Dealership. Seems as though later we were able to walk through the Hollow. We must have liked that alleyway because I recall that we could, and would, also take that walkway behind the houses that faced Pulaski from Caliper to the top of the Hollow. From Caliper there was a T in the alley. If you continued straight you went up a few steps to a path that would let you out at the top of the Hollow and that underused field and connect to the path from Pulaski to the brick walk.
Del Conner [08-03-2011]

Bob Eastside: I ain't no web-master and I could never do his job so competently. Read the old knucleballer,Joe D'Agostino, who stated that it was his party and he can call the shots. I could never hit have Joe Dags knuckleballs but I think that you would have been a tough pitcher with a brush-off fastball. I don't know you or Lou Giorno who was known to be a good hiiter. If you were a pitcher, I would like to have seen Lou go against you. I did know Goo Guarinello from The Hollow who was a great shooter in basketball but I only remembered him playing softball. I post a lot since I remembered most of the guys from the playgrounds. I did not like to hang on corners but I did like to hang on the rim-Lol. Many of these old athletes post on this site and I attempt to respond but you consider my blogs lenghty. Recently, I responded to Dom Raffaele whose family was a great Hollow Family. I was compelled to submit a decent blog since Dom and I were classmates at SFA and he was a great guy and he even got along with me and the legendary Mole ADomoli. Mole and I were like fire and gasoline even when we were playing against teams like St. Vincent's on the eastside. I bumped into a lady from St. Vincent by name of Carol Murray and she knew Bernie McKernan who posts on this site. I responded to a post by Tom Cueball Cusack from Fernhill. Cueball has a dynamic personality and I enjoyed reading about his friends and athletes from Beautiful Fernhill Park. Mr. Bob Eastside! I luxuriate when I read the wonderful posts and blogs from the great Germantowners that I knew back in the day-the positive blogs are all good.
JBS [08-03-2011]

Jack Brogan, Great story about you and your father. Made me think of my father. Gone 27years on Aug.17 R.I.P.
anonymous [08-03-2011]

Bob Eastside--I'm sorry that your puzzled by my choice of subjects -I'm going to take your advice & post things that are not difficult to comprehend-SORRY for my ignorance-your pal Lou Giorno
Lou giorno, MrG DOS [08-03-2011]

Lou Giorno, I loved those places you mentioned .. going to Horn & Hardarts was a real treat for sure ... and ... I would occasionally get something from the Joy Kiddie shop ... How about buying those shoes with Buster Brown and his dog pictured. :>) Rosemarie
rosemarie hite malageri [08-03-2011]

Jack Brogan: Great anecdote about your dad taking you to the park and the train station at Wayne Junction. What a fantastic memory.
John Payne, "Johnnys in the basement, mixing up the cement" [08-03-2011]

Frank Klock; wish I could be there at The Mann Center to see Dylan. Have a good time.I'll join you in spirit.
John Payne, "Look out kid, don't matter what you did" [08-03-2011]

What ever happened to Horn&Hardarts-Joy Kiddie Shop-Cherry's- Flagg Bros -Calvani's seafood store? These places bring back many fond memories of the Gtn. I knew from years ago. Lou Giorno
lou giorno, Mr G dos [08-02-2011]

Joe, it's MY rabble, too. I vote in every US Federal election; actually voted twice in the 2008 election because I made a C/A when I sent the first ballot in and they sent me another one. Don't know if both counted, but it wouldn't have mattered because Hawaii is solid Democrat. It's so easy for expats like me to stay registered and to receive ballots. The Overseas Vote Foundation (www.overseasvotefoundation.org) is dedicated to facilitating voter registration for expats. No excuse for any American not to vote.
CMM, ex-Germantown, now Outback Oz, via Honolulu [08-02-2011]

Who remembers the anti-aircraft battery in Fernhill Park to keep Midvale safe?
Rick Lobs [08-02-2011]

Enough about the Hollow, Fernhill, E. Germantown, how about 25 W. Penn St.? The place that had everything, even a Dentist.
Johnny Carr, Well Over 100 [08-02-2011]





Hi to every one on our site. See you at the Bob Dylan/Leon Russel Concert at the Mann on 8/17. Look for me, I'll be playing along on my harmonica.
FRANK KLOCK [08-02-2011]

Joe Pritz, like you my father was a rail and trolley fan. Me too. I enjoyed your story of taking the train to Reading Terminal and ferry to Camden to board a steam engine. When the kids from around Erringer Place went to Gustine Lake someone would drive us. Neighbor, can’t remember her first name, the eldest of the Sheild girls, caught polio at about that time. I did however take one of the last trolley rides down Midvale Avenue with my father. Unlike the PCC cars this was a double ended (Brill car?). When it got to the bottom of the hill it was a single track that crossed over the street to the lane going back up the hill. Must have been about 1956 or 57. Does anyone remember when the Reading Railroad ran Iron Horse Rambles? T-1’s 2100, 2124, 2101 and 2102 are the engines that I remember. They would start at Wayne Junction. A lot of kids would be at the station to look at the big steam engine even if they weren’t ridding it. Dad and his friends would chase the train if they weren’t riding it that day. I remember pulled to the side of the Schuylkill Expressway just south of the tunnel opposite Manayunk in the rain with the engine blasting out of the tunnel with smoke and steam. Dad took 8mm movies of it but I don’t know what happened to them. I do have a scrapbook I made with flyers for the trips and pictures from my old Brownie camera. I also remember a T-1 on another day before it left Wayne Junction heading towards the East Falls line over the river. It was parked under the new expressway bridges over the tracks and I thought it funny that this new bridge was being blackened with steam engine smoke. Also remember hearing the last steam engine that ran on schedule to New York on Sunday mornings. Sunday morning we kids would all pile in our parents bed before Mom got up and make pancakes. That one morning Dad said “listen, that’s a steam engine on its way to New York”. He probably knew it would be switched to the diesel that was used during the weekdays soon after that, and he wanted me to remember. It worked, I do remember.
Del Conner [08-02-2011]

Hey shag have you ever heard from Hutch.
rich, Huntingdon Valley [08-02-2011]

Lou - again your comments are noted however for the life of me some of your web site subjects puzzle me - stay with sports and the old time attitudes Lou - LOL
Bob Eastside [08-02-2011]

Bor - Thanks for the kind words. I was the youngest in the family and always a kid to you and Larry Rinaldi ( who did stuff me in the trash can ) Matt Fasano, BeeBee Rossi,etc.etc. I do remember you "old guys " having a softball team at the Hollow and I was batboy for one of the games. Joe Patti pitched and I thought he was Sandy Koufax.My brother Tony caught and Bee Bee played the short right field ar the Hollow and made a spectacular catch climbing up the hill towards the rocks. It was a thrill to just be in the crowd with you all and it is a fond childhood memory. PS I totally exonerate you from the trash can incident, but if I ever see Larry,he is going to hear about that !
Bob D'Angelo [08-02-2011]

I can surely attest to my cousin Joe D'Agostino's email about his Dad and my uncle. He was one of the wisest and intelligent men I have ever known. He said little, but spoke volumes. He was educated,well read and a wonderful communicator. As children, he would take us to many fascinating places, and always had a wonderful story to go along with the trip. He could draw you into a story and make it come alive. He treated me as a son, and I loved him dearly. One thing I really found interesting was he had a passion for golf and was the only person I ever knew while growing up,who actually played the game of golf. He always said it was fascinating, frustrating and brought out the best and worst in a person. Now that I am older and hooked on the game, I realize just how right he was about golf and life.He was a great man and I am thankful that he helped shape my life !
Bob D'Angelo [08-02-2011]

Tom Cusack: It was a great blog about The Fernhillers and the great athletes who hung out at that beautiful park. You are very humble because you had talent in other areas beside basketball-dancing and bowling. You did well with the ladies and they liked guys who could dance and bowl- you were the man. I'm glad that you mentioned John Fowler was a great athlete. He saved John Uhland's life on The Plymouth Golf Course when he had a heart-attack. Duncan Hubley mentioned that John played golf with Ken Twiford from GA. Ken had played ball at Fernhill and Paul Borian knew him from baseball. Ken Twiford was All-Everything at GA. You posted that Leroy Kelly was a great player in the summer league at Fernhill. He was sensational in football[NFL] and outstanding in baseball. In the lower field at Fernhill, he would hit shots over the trees. Most people at the park liked Leroy but he did not get along with Bill Haas. Bill H. did get along with Joe Lynch but not Leroy. Joe Lynch should have picked you more at Fernhill because you liked to pass and he liked to shoot- you and Joe from LaSalle,a good combination. Your comments about Ralph Gatto of The Hollow were right on- he was a great team player,especially in football. Tom! I'm rambling on and Mr. Anonymous and Bob Eastside are going to get on my case. You can't bale me out all the time[The Coastline]. Keep posting and you and the other old jocks from LaSalle post and write well-Joe Lynch and Jack Brogan.
Bruce Schmitt [08-02-2011]

There appears to be more of "he said she said" in these blogs recently. Can we get back to the subject "Your Thoughts?"
Ed, va [08-02-2011]

My father was a real old country man, born in Derry in "The Six Counties" of Northern Ireland. You could cut his brogue with a knife. When I was a little kid, on Saturdays he often took me for a walk . Two places stand out as destinations. First, we would walk through Fernhill Park, down past Deadman's Hill to his "secret ice cream store." I think it was on Wissahickon Avenue where it meets upper Abbotsford Road. Huge ice cream cones for a nickel. The other destination was Wayne Junction. He'd walk me down Apsley Steet, down Wayne Avenue, and up the steps of the Station. These were the days when really big steam engines would come through Wayne Junction. Their wheels were taller than my father and they rumbled into the station belching fire and smoke. Their sound was overwhelming. My father would wait until one of these monsters was way up the tracks, and then he'd scoop me up on his shoulders with my legs hanging down over his chest. He would take a position over near the edge of the platform as close as possible to the tracks. The illusion for a little kid was that the train would run us over. I was terrified. As the engine approached I could feel my fathers laughter up my legs, while I hung onto his head for dear life, screaming in fear. Ah, yes. A day out with dad. Any other Wayne Junction memories out there?
Jack Brogan, Duncan is a lot older than I am. I was surprised how he had changed while i look just like I did in 1960. [08-02-2011]

Joe Dagastino Thank you for sharing a very beautiful sentiment and wise words. Rosemarie
rosemarie hite malageri [08-01-2011]

New to the site. I have enjoyed reading many of the posts which have brought back wonderful memories. Looking forward to reading more. Rick
Rick Lobs, Live in NC - lived on West clapier Street, Germantown, from 1943-1956. Went to Fitler Elementary School and Roosevelt Junior High. Graduated from Plymouth Whitemarsh HS. Retired. Married with four great kids and eleven super grand kids. [08-01-2011]

Dom RaFF: We go back many years to our days at SFA. You posted Lou Pauzano whom I knew from The Hollow and The Prep. You went to a party at his house when he graduated from St. Mike's. There was a graduation-party at The Continental for our SFA class and The First Lady of Philadelphia was there- Pat Kirk who went to SFA with us and spent a lot of time at The Hollow. Lou Pauzano and I went to a Prep Dance with 2 Hollow Ladies- Eileen Mclaughlin and Jean Masterson. Recently, Tom Cusack posted comments about a Fernhill Summer League and your good friend Ralph Gatto was a good basketball player in that league. I can also tell that Ralph was a good football player and I played against him at The Hollow. Catharine Manning Muir posts from Australia and her relative, Johnny Boy McGheean, was also your very good friend. Mike McGheean,Johhny Boy's Uncle, might have bought The Razzano House on Logan St.-they were your cousins. I always got along with The Hollow Folks. There was talk on this site about good baseball players from The Hollow and Germantown. I thought your brother Rocky was one of the best and he had an unique personality. Rocky even wanted Paul Borian to change his name to Boriano. Rocky and his Hollow buddies were always reading The Daily News and they knew sports very well if you know what I mean. The young kids today don't seem to like The Track and the Horses like you,Frank Felice,and me when we were younger. Everybody likes The Phillies. I am happy to see that you are semi-retired. I saw you last at The Raffaele Steak Shop on Wayne Ave. You might have been with Chris Maher. I noticed another old friend of yours,Kevin McCarthy, posted on this site months ago.You probaly saw Dave Heil passed away who went to SFA and North with you. It would be great to see you and Lou Pauzano in the future since Lou hangs out in Wildwood during the summer. The Jersey Shore is great especilly with a little Vino.
Schmitty [08-01-2011]

If I remember correctly on hot day like today Sunday 7/31/11. We'd either walk or take the street car to East Falls, walking to the lake. I must have been five or six when all of a sudden the lake closed to a Polio Scare. What a disapointment. During the summer my sister Jeanne & I along with mom went to Ocean City, NJ. We'd take the train from Wayne Juncto to Phillie. I was already a rail-fan, arriving at Reading Terminal before the remodeling. Their were massive eleavtors to St.level. If the weather was nice we'd walk to the ferries, or catch a jammed packed street car to the foot of Market Street, as usual I was excited about the ferries and trip across "The Dirty Delaware"..We'd arrive in Camden and there by the platform was a steam engin and wagons. A trip to shore was always an adventure.
John Pritz, Travels to Gustine Lake [08-01-2011]

I am the SHAG from G-town. Who could forget . I loved sipping tea at Polly's tea room downtown philly. Anyone remember that. Do you remember Granny's Irish Stew on Allen's Lane. The whole crew would show up for dinner. We were lucky the family could get a seat at the table. Remember the park and playing pinochle. Still up for a game. I put the P in pinochle. Just ask my sister Nellie.
Jim Mc Fadden, Phoenix Arizona [08-01-2011]

JBS - u must be the "webmaster" as your observations are always great in length versus mine which are usually short - will u edit this comment as a personal attack ? LOL - just curious
Bob Eastside [08-01-2011]

Yes, Catherine, but it's our Rabble.
Joe Lynch/Money isn't everything but you sure as hell can buy a yacht and pull right up next to it.--David Lee Roth [08-01-2011]

You are correct. John Fowler was a very good basketball player. The last I heard of him he was playing golf with Ken Twiford in Lancaster. That was I guess two years ago.
Duncan Hubley, Same age as Brogan. [08-01-2011]

Germantowners;Do you remember the Geator with the Heator,The Boss with the Hot Sauce? Well,he has just come out with his book;Jerry Blavat:You Only Rock Once.It has more than 300 pages of memories,photos,and priceless moments.It should be good reading,and bring back pleasant memories from our Germantown days.As for me,I left my thrill on Happy Hollow hill.....Paul Borian
Paul Borian, Fats Domino,Frankie Valli,Little Richard,Chuck Berry,Jerry Lee Lewis,BeBe on the drums,Tex on the Saxs,and Goo and Ollie on the piano. [08-01-2011]

I think my last posting was worthy of exposure--I was thanking people for their support & telling Bob eastside to cease & desist on his ranting about gays--with much respect for your judgement--would you give me your reason for not printing my posting?Lou Giorno
lou giorno, Mr G Dos [08-01-2011]

Thank you, Lou. The unposted message repeated the essence of a posting I permitted earlier and was too harsh a personal attack, in my opinion. Respectful disagreement on controversial topics is encouraged.

Webmaster’s Prerogative--- Being in the mortgage business some 40 plus years we have a saying about the “Golden Rule”- “The Man With The Gold Makes The Rules”. When it comes to this site it’s the Webmaster’s party and he can invite who ever he wants. Unless, someone else wants this “thankless job” than we must all live by his / her rules. I certainly understand when one person feels that he or she has been unjustly edited, but I guess we just have to deal with it and move on. Just keep posting, for I still think this is a wonderful site and we should be grateful for anyone who wants to maintain it. I know I am surely guilty of going off topic, but I think we should try to stay away from the two area that has always caused the most debate, Religion and Politics. Just funny anecdotes and memories of growing up in Germantown should be our main topics, with occasional stories of present life’s experiences. Let’s all have fun and above all keep the sprit of friendship alive and well here. For some reason whenever I check in on this site, I feel like I am running out my door and going hang out at Fernhill or The Hollow with all my friends once again. For this we should all be thankful.
Joe DAgostino-GHS 1965 [08-01-2011]

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