JBS. Well said re: Goo.
John Payne [02-10-2012]
Dennis...I did relate that story, and a reaction Goo had to severely hurting his hand...reflexive, and I believe I pointed that out with a caution of being judgemental. At any rate, this is the end of this exchange for my part. Now folks, back to the site.
John Payne, I ask for sauce and onions, and get offered au jus. [02-10-2012]
JBS, for your edification. The Wench Brigade Division is the newest Division added to the Mummers Parade. The wench brigades are an offshoot of the Comic Division, the brigades that make up the Wench Brigade Division are over 100 costumed members The Wench Brigades are noted for having live bands and being tradtional mummers. Like the String Bands and Fancy Brigades, the Wenches Brigades have a centralized theme they have to portray.
HOW ABOUT THIS--Saint Goo Goo-patron saint of bullies -braggarts-and wise guys--I wonder why he never messed with BeBe Rossi????Lou giorno
lou Giorno, Mr G Dos [02-10-2012]
I never heard of Goo until now, but I heard of Nicky Lazaro. Goo must be a Happy Hollow legend.
G-Man, I think you're right.
Jack Brogan: I regret that there are folks on this site beating up your old friend and mentor-Bobby Goo Guarinello. It started again when Cousin Joe Lynch mentioned that there was a scoundrel at The Hollow. You added that there were a lot of scoundrels at The Hollow. I must admit that a lot of gambling took place at The Hollow but not all gamblers are scoundrels. How many Germantowners amongst us did not shoot pig for some change,play poker,shoot pool and darts for a beverage, or make a wager on a couple of nags at The Track. Back in the day, if a dude called Goo "A Scoundrel, he did at his own peril. I never heard anybody badmouthing Goo-including Joe Lynch who was coached at SFA by Goo. You have been around the block and played a lot of ball and are very qualified to make a judgement about athletic talent. You do not have a bone of nepotism in your body and were objective when you indicated that Joe Lynch was a better basketball player than Matt Goukas of The Prep. You saw Joe Lynch compete against Matt Goukas when he played for St. Matt's, The Prep,and St. Joe College. Joe Lynch did not compete against Matt when he played for The Sixers and The Chicago Bulls. Obie Obrien screwed up when he cut Paul Arizin at LaSalle High and the NBA coaches messed up when they did not sign Joe Lynch for The NBA. The Penn Officials also screwed up when they had Matt Goukas on The Wall at The Palestra and not The Great Basketball player from LaSalle,your cousin,Joe Lynch. I see that you hung at McGillian's in Center City with buddies from LaSalle. You mentioned that your old classmate,Jimmy Binns punched out a Prepper who was not thinking straight. Obviously,this Prepper was not thinking straight to disagree with that very tough Jimmy Binns from LaSalle. My family had owned many bars and many intoxicated patrons would get punched out. I knew another tough Prepper who was TKO-ed by Billy Conn,The Pittsburg Kid and boxer, when they had an argument at Tony Mart's in Somers Point. I am glad that nobody argued with Tom Cusack when he hung out with The Roman Catholic Gladiator at The Dunes-Thomas Goony Walsh. Mike Garvey,Mr. Brickyard, will be coming to The G-town Reunion at The Buck and he knew Goony and The Boys. Mike would tell you that if anybody called Goony "A Scoundrel"-they must have had brain-damage. More bloggers on this site,should be more Christian-Brother Like and see the good in people. Jack! The Jesuits were tougher but The Christian Brothers were nice guys.
J. Bruce Schmitt [02-10-2012]
Clarification: Regarding my last post concerning a meeting with Fr. Benonis, it might appear as though I was the one that tried to set up a meeting with him. The fact is that Mister McGlinchey was the one that attempted to set up an interview. It was his project from start to finish. I had no part in the process. I only asked to be invited and offered to pay for the meeting, as I was very curious to hear Fr. Benonis's side of the story, as to why he went from being a somewhat pleasant teacher to become the cruel and notorious disciplinarian.
John Fleming, Tampa Bay, Florida CD'62 [02-09-2012]
Lou G.> Great idea...canonizing Goo-Goo as a saint. Let's think up some names. St. Goo of the backboard St. Goo Goo of the Hollow St. Goo of the coaching staff Nah, those are no good....ah, got it! St. Goo the Storyteller.
John Payne, When the saints go marchin' in. [02-09-2012]
Joe Lynch, I enjoyed your post and memories of Fernhill Park. From the east side, I only know of Fernhill Park from what I read here. On the east side, we had Awbury Park. Ardleigh Street divided the park into two, but there were sledding hills on both sides. There was a pond down by the train station. It wasn't much of one in my time, but I understand there was ice skating and even boating on it early on at one time. Can't quite imagine boating, but that was what I heard. The army also took over a portion of Awbury at one time, I think the 1950s going into the 1960s. That was before my time and memory. I only remember the burnt out barracks that remained years after they left. Awbury was once an estate. There are beautiful old homes dotting the portion on the Chew Ave side of the park. One of the homes had a gravemarker that marked the spot where I suppose the family dog was buried. I've asked many from the east side over the years if they remember that gravemarker for the dog, and seems I am the only one.
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [02-09-2012]
John Payne - true, I didn't know Goo. But, I can read, and his antics have been told over and over here. You say he wasn't a bully, but if memory serves me right, weren't you the one who told the story of when you were around 13yo and he in his 20s, that he either slapped or punched you for asking him a question, right after he hurt his hand punching a door? If you don't want people to get the impression of him as a user and abuser, maybe you shouldn't tell the Goo stories here.
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [02-09-2012]
Here we go again with the Goo fairy tales. I feel like Im back the Awbury or Waterview listening to the same stories about Nicky Lazaro over and over, and Goo was no Lazaro. I think the HH boys have finally bullied most of the other posters off this web site. Especially the ladies.
Anonymous: Your last post disappointed me since it was negative and steeped with pejorative languaage such as wench and I simply defended a departed Hollow Icon-Robert Goo Guarinello. Unlike John Payne,A Brave Marine, I was not a Happy Hollower, since I never hung at Wayne and Logan and Nick's. I never saw Wenches at The Hollow or other venues in Germantown. In my callow youth, I did know many 2-Streeters who marched in The Mummer's Parade and it would be an oxymoron for a Mummer to be a wench. I do find that it is so sad that bloggers on this site would resort to dissing a decesaed human being whom they did not actually know. I was acquainted with Goo Guarinello for only 5 years and being a young dude, I can not really say that I knew or understood him. I can only state that many Hollow guys with common-sense and street-smarts liked him. John Payne and I coughed up some quarters when we shot pig with him but we did not hold any grudges and saw his good side and his good qualities. As Germantowners, we should practice redemption and appreciate the good qualities in our fellow-Germantowners. Robert Goo Guarinello was A Happy Hollow Icon who loved Germantown,his Happy Hollow Playground,and was loyal to his Hollow and Germantown Friends-"May Robert Goo Guarinello Rest In Eternal Peace".
I noted the postings on world war II and also the A-bomb drills under the desk that I also went through. Here is my story. Bear in mind that I was born in 1939 and the war ended in 1945. My father met a British sailor named Joe Ridley in the bar. My father, (a world war I vet) like all others in those days was very patriotic. Joe's ship, a cruiser, the HMS Manchester had been torpedoed by the Germans but did not sink and was towed into Philly Navy Yard for repairs which took some months. In the meantime Joe was a regular guest at our house. At night, sometimes, we had "blackouts" which were air raid drills. You were required by law, when the sirens went off, to turn out all of your lights so the German bombers couldn't see them as targets. The air raid wardens with their appropriate arm bands came on to the streets to enforce the law. The interesting thing about this is that the Roosevelt administration knew that the Germans did not have any bombers that could reach the continental U.S. let alone return home but they kept the public in the dark to help keep the war adrenaline up. Our Brit friend, Joe Ridley, observing all of this, told us that his family's town of Liverpool had been frequently bombed and that we should collect ourselves under the stairwell because if anything was left standing of the house after the bombs fell, the stairwell would give us the greatest protection. So that is what we did. We thought we had a leg up on everyone else but it all turned out to be B.S. thanks to Roosevelt. I researched the Manchester several years ago, wondering if I could locate Joe if he might be alive, and discovered that when it went back into service from Philly, that it was sunk in the Mediterranean off the coast of North Africa with two thirds loss of life. I never did know if he survived but he gave me my first trip to the Philadelphia Zoo. Interestingly, here we were, Irish with our close Brit friend and all of our differences and tales of persecution evaporated as we shared a common bond during the war. Something to think about. R.I.P. Joe Ridley.
Dan Hartnett, Former East Germantown [02-09-2012]
jbs: this Jack Smith,did he live on Portico St as a youngster, was he associated with the GBC??? anon: the sign of old age,extolling the past at the expense of the present
Bob Eastside and Cooter: Thanks for your comments. I wasn't trying to be critical. There is a side of me that agrees with you as I was taught the same things as you and only learned in later life the foundational stuff. Unfortunately that is true with lots of things. Lots of folks like to bust on the nuns. And by the way, I was busted on by the St. Joseph nuns with the best of them (yardsticks, pointers and open hand) and later ejected from Roman Catholic High but I don't hold it against them as, knowing what I know today, I would have busted harder on the likes of me (to use a little Irish). Many of those nuns were not well educated but if you think about the fact that there they were, dressed in anonymity in habits, they gave up their lives for a higher purpose, even if their understanding of it wasn't perfect, very little thanks, then there isn't much more than one can give. I give them my heartfelt thanks. I learned to read in a class of about 100 and by 2nd grade I was bringing home an armful of books from the library every other week. Peace!
Dan Hartnett, Former East Germantown [02-09-2012]
Bruce Schmitt-thanks for mentioning some others on the SFA baseball team-they were all pretty good athletes. I still have our 8th Grade picture in front of the church. I'm sure we have not changed that much. It's fun to look at. Hey! Anybody in the Vero Beach Fl area in March?
Bucky Durneycdurney@beampines.com [02-08-2012]
Joe, I do enjoy reading all that you write. Keep it coming..m John
Joe Lynch [02-08-2012]
Ray Dawes, Jim & I are also married 48 years. We have 3 Sons, 6 Granddaughters and 2 Grandsons.
Ronnie Carmody McIntyre [02-08-2012]
Jack McHugh - Yes the other Angermeier brother, Bernhart, was in my class. I think they lived on Greene St. above Seymour St. I graduated SFA in 1960.
Arlene (Bloomer) McMahon [02-08-2012]
Joe Lynch, I don’t know who you were referring to exactly, but there were plenty of scoundrels at The Playground. On your entry about Philadelphia ballplayers you put me in rare company. Too rare. The truth is I paid to see every other player on your list. Thanks for that though. I'm proud to say that I sat on some of the most famous benches in the country. I showed that blog to my sons. John said, “Dad, who are these guys? Wali Jones? Dad, have you been drinkin’?” Joe, I believed you were the best player in the Catholic League in 1961. So did Goo. One night I was in McGillan’s. I was in my cups and the piano player was playing “I’m on the outside looking in.” He wrote that song. Good song. At the bar I was telling a guy about my cousin Joey Lynch when some big guy from The Prep pipes up and says, “Matt Goukas is the best player in the city.” I looked at him with the look. He was a big bugger, and I wasn’t much of a street fighter, but the he was wrong. I actually went outside the door with him to settle the argument. We were gonna’ go at it. Just then a skinny man in a suit stepped between us and told the preppy how I was a loud mouth and how I never knew what the hell I was talking about. The preppy said a few words about how he wanted to carry on and pound my head. A punch was thrown that ended of the Prepper. It was such a quick punch that I’m not sure I even saw it. Then Jimmy Binns, the skinny guy, took me inside and bought me a beer. He agreed that you were a much better player than Goukas, and who the hell was that guy to say otherwise. Jimmy Binns was a great man.
Jack Brogan, I'm I clean cut kid and I've been to college too. [02-08-2012]
Dennis, My husband went to Catholic schools. Listening to him and his friends it seems as though half of the school day was spent getting beat up.
Dave Linn& Mickey McGroarty: It was great to read your positive and humorous posts about the GBC Reunion with some of the old-time soccer players from Germantown. There was jesting about whom was the oldest attendee. I surmise that Hughie Mooney won the prize for being the oldest guy at this reunion. Hughie Mooney was well known for his great coaching and contribution to GBC. Hughie Mooney knew so many people from GBC who blog on this site. In the 50's, Hughie was our basketball coach at SFA and he was so liked and respected. There were many great soccer players at this G- town Reunion and it is sad that Hughie's good friend,Jack Smith[RIP], could not be at this event. Dave Linn would know that Jack Smith was not only a great soccer player but this great athlete was All- Inter-Ac[GA],All-Catholic[North] and All- Public[North]. Many bloggers on this site, would also know Jack Smith from CD where he was one of the greatest coaches in the Catholic League. Duncan Hubley of McKean Ave.,was also a super coach for GA and Penn. I would also be remiss if I did not mention another Germantowner,Jim Murray of The Prep, as another great Catholic League Soccer coach. There were many so talented athletes and soccer players from Germantown. Our Germantowner soccer players were not a bunch of city slickers but a group of outstanding kickers- Brothers! Keep Kicking.
john Bruce Schmitt [02-08-2012]
Jack McHugh, here is a rambling response to your post. Yes, born only a few years after WWII it certainly was still in the forefront of our conscience growing up. We probably played “Army” together in the back alleys of Clapier, Copley and Abbottsford. We were well equipped with government surplus canteens and belts that held them, helmets, back packs, toy rifles and machine guns that looked like the real thing. Make-shift Bazooka’s and artillery from pipes and the like that were less real looking but sufficed. Inspired by TV shows Ramar of the Jungle, and most of all, Vick Marrow in Combat, we held pitched battles behind our houses all day long on many Saturdays. I remember a friend of my brother Alan that took some heat from his German accent and name, Günter. He lived on Green Street just above Seymour and rode a motorcycle with his friend and mine, Johnny Wills. Since I had gone to Fitler for the first four years of grade school I had to sit with the first graders every day for First Communion lessons. The next year, sixth grade, I sat with the now second graders for Confirmation. After one rehearsal that let us out after school I remember walking part of the way home with a young guy with a Russian or Polish accent, Zalton Zarow (sp?). He was a bit suspicious to some because of the tensions with Russia like the Cuban Crisis, the Berlin Wall, etc. Don’t remember drills at SFA but at Fitler we would sit in the hall with our heads between our knees. We sat against the wall with the east facing windows so if they exploded we would not be showered with their glass. I have a photograph of the McKean Mansion that once stood where the Tennis Courts are at Fern Hill Park. It had a great tall square tower that must have given a look over the Midvale and Budd's plants to see downtown and the Delaware River. I was there as the surveyors plotted the Expressways cut through Fern Hill just before the fences went up for the construction. Before it opened we would ride our bikes up and down to East Falls on the all but finished highway. Who remembers the basin that was in the park near Wissahickon Avenue before they tunneled under it?
Del Conner, We were all targets next to those plants [02-08-2012]
HEY! when are you Hollow people going to put up GOO GOO for sainthood--ENOUGH ALREADY!
Lou Giorno, Mr G dos [02-08-2012]
Dan-Dan-Dan - I disagree with your comments with regard to Cooter's Catholic interpretation of limbo. Come on Dan - all catholics in our era grew up with the distinguished nuns and priests preaching exactly what Cooter said. We did not have your impressive and unique history and background in theological doctrine. I guess we must have needed your input on these important matters !
Bob Eastside [02-08-2012]
We all had Flexible Flyer sleds with rusted runners in those days. Mothers didn't work outside the house then so, to have some moments to themselves, they ushered us outside into the snow with leggings, galoshes, scarves,and mismatched gloves with a warning not to come home without your little brother. We'd trundle over to Fernhill Park to Dead Man's Hill and wonder if it was worth the aggravation to fight the Big Kids for some space on their hill. There were other hills, of course; that was the wonder of the Park; you weren't limited to the one hill on which a man had crashed and died (or so the story goes). We froze,toes froze, but we didn't know fear of the cold. We'd frolic and play until late afternoon. The sun would go down over Wissahickon Avenue and East Falls. We completely forgot about lunch in wet(!)pants with runny noses. Fernhill Park was a rich resource for card players,athletes,lovers,strollers,stragglers,picnickers, fans of semi-pro baseball, children on swings in the summer,teenagers-on-the-make, basketballers choosing sides, Freddie, the nicest kid I ever met, parents escaping their hot houses, park guards telling you to get your feet off the bench, dogs wandering off leashes, little brothers wondering where their big brothers were. That park was our Disneyland, and when the snow fell, it was our Ice Palace. Then the Army and the Expressway decided otherwise.
Jore Lynch--It's Go Time, Yo'! [02-08-2012]
Dennis McGlinchey, Goo never "bullied" kids at The Hollow. He taught, trained, challenged, and entertained; but definitely did not bully. Also, we do not know if Joe Lynch was referring to Goo in his post about a scoundrel. I would be surprised if it was Goo. Finally, if you didn't grow up around The Hollow, then you probably do not have the requisite exposure to comment on someone's character and personality. It's like the non-Philly restaurants who advertise "Philly Steaks", and really haven't a clue as to what one tastes like.
John Payne, Gimme a large,sauce and onions, pickles on the side. [02-08-2012]
Dan Hartnett - thanks for your reply regarding my comments about "Limbo". Sorry to say that back in the day at St.Francis we were not taught "theory" (we probably would not have understood anyway).I just remember the religion books showing pictures of babies floating "somewhere".The implication was that they were not in heaven which never made sense to me even as a kid.
Cooter in Nc [02-08-2012]
Regarding Mister McGlinchey's post: " Fr. Benonis, the infamous disciplinarian at CD, I actually tried to setup a meeting with him, to give him the opportunity to tell his side of why he acted as he did". I also wanted to know what caused the change in Fr Benonis. I told Dennis that if he could set up a meeting, I would pay for the lunch/dinner. I had the infamous Fr. Benonis for junior religion, 12 years before Mister McGlinchey entered his freshman year at CD. Fr. Benonis in the early 60's, while being sarcastic, was quite a pleasant individual. He rarely handed out detentions, as he gave the offending student the chance to buy himself out detention, by making a donation to the missions. My best guess as to why the change, is when he became a disciplinarian. This was during the social changes in the mid 60's, and quite probably saw himself as the defender of the old guard.
John Fleming, Tampa Bay, Florida CD'62 [02-08-2012]
JBS, No Joke you and your followers would be perfect to organize the Goo wench brigade and march in next years mummers parade with other HH guys who loved and worshiped GOO. They do it for Froggy Carr, why not Goo. Who Dat, Who Dat.
For you ex-patriots in warmer climates, we've had only 2-3 inches of snow this winter. Kids are wearing sweat shirts and baggy basketball shorts at bus stops. The temperatures range from the 40s to the 60s this winter. Kane and Brown is selling no show shovels and the winter jackets are 40% off at Allen's and Penney's. In our day we had snow storms. In January of 1961, our school was closed for four straight days. We began the new year on a Friday. Not only that, the roof caved in on our new gym. Uphill, both ways. Real Wrath of God weather. Those of you with afternoon tee-times don't get the KYW warnings and school closing the way we used to as we gathered around the radio waiting for the snow day announcement. (I always remember listening for the Gloria Dei Lutheran Church School announcement.) Now, everything is texted if there is a day off, which there isn't anymore. We didn't even get that Denver storm last week, it pushed off south. I feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day perpetually looking out of the window hoping that February 2nd is over and that the blizzard has dumped a foot of snow overnight. Sprouts are even, well, sprouting in the yard. So, let's hope the summer will be early and the Gtn. Boys Club will open their pool before school lets out. These days a bathing suit is required. (10 cents in the morning, 15 cents in the afternoon)
Joe Lynch--Broad and Erie is still the coldest corner in Christendom [02-07-2012]
Hughie Mooney was the writer for The GTN Courier -he wrote about my famous 5 for 5 night for GBC--Billy (stump ) Greene, was my team mate Lou Giorno
Lou Giorno, mr g dos [02-07-2012]
Ronnie MCINTYRE did your husband Jim McIntyre graduate from St. Francis of Assisi in June of 1956? The last time I saw you and JIM was at our SFA Class Reunion at the Casa Conti Restaurant on Saturday October 20, 1979. ROONIE tell JIM SFA Class of 1956 is having a reunion luncheon at the BUCK Hotel on Tuesday,May 8, 2012, at 12 noon. I would like to have both you and Jim attend. A couple of the girls in our class are going to attend. I have located 26 of our classmates. I hope all will attending. JIM would you please contact on the web-site. JIM this Orville BUD BALLARD. I lived at 4603 Germantown Av.
ORVILLE T. BALLARD, sfa 1956 nechs 1960 [02-07-2012]
Going to school in the 1950’s, we still had some of the influence of World War II around us. In about 2nd or 3rd grade at St. Francis of Assisi a boy came in my class that was born in Russia, he came to this country early in his life. He arrived in the middle of the year and did not return to SFA the next year, but he was followed by the Angermeier brothers. Helmut Angermeier was in my class "SFA 58” and his brother in “60”. I mention these three guys because I remember the teacher at that time telling us about WWII and saying how Germany was our enemy and Russia our friend but now Germany is our friend and Russia our enemy. I thought of these guys and the changing of friend/enemy and I had a hard time trying to understand that concept that the teacher was talking about, “How could someone, our friend be our enemy now”--- well I was only a little guy. We all remember the air raid sirens going off at noon time and the practice drills at school for air raids, sometimes we would go into the center hall at school and sometimes under our desks. When I first went to school, my father bought me a store sold school bag for my books but once at school I saw that most of the guys had army surplus bags for their books. Was I glad that my commercial bag only lasted half the year, because then I got my war surplus bag, it was smaller than the ones most of the boys had and because of its size it lasted me thru the 3rd grade until I needed something bigger as more books were then carried. I then got a bigger bag which lasted the rest of my years at SFA. For the most part, the bags all the guys had were surplus gas mask bags, having a few pockets in them for your pencils etc., the bag snapped close in the front with 3 or 4 snaps. In the early 1950’s I used to love going to the annual Rummage Sale at St Vincent----they were selling enough army surplus to outfit the army of a small country. My guess at the time was that these were the things the men kept after WWII and now they had to clean house and throw out these things. I didn’t have money to get much but my brother Joe and I did get Pit Helmets---along with 100’s of other kids in Germantown. I say this because I remember us running around with other kids in the neighborhood with our helmets and toy rifles playing Ramar of the Jungle (interesting, as popular as the show was, you never hear of it now). Behind our houses at Clapier St. and Copley Rd. we had what we called “back porches”, as many of the other areas around Germantown had. 95% of these porches were painted battleship grey, with a brown or dark green trim, I always thought that this was just the name of the paint used until one day my father sent me over to the paint store on Wayne Ave. to get some battleship grey paint so I could paint the porch. The man in the store took an empty quart can and filled it from this huge 55 gallon drum that had the name battleship grey along with other letters and numbers stenciled on it, this was the real stuff, government surplus used to paint the ships. When I went to college in the 1960’s, the basement of one of the buildings had a area that they called the bomb shelter, here were thousands of boxes of government food to be used in case of an attack. Around town you had several newspaper venders that sold their wares from little news stands/gazebos, I remember the top edge of the hut being lined with fictional magazines about WWII, they all had glossy covers with pictures of soldiers, planes and ships. In the lower grades at SFA we would sometimes discuss ”what was our favorite branch of the military” we always had a broad cross section of the various services, but we all knew that the branch we chose was the branch a father or relative was in. I’ve mentioned in a past blog the actual army barracks that were used in Germantown for housing. Maybe the most lasting memory of WWII was the stories that were told my the individuals who took part in this event, but whatever the memory, we carry it with us and these become part of us.
Jack McHugh [02-07-2012]
Learning basketball strategy in the gym with one of the Duddy girls and one of the Shields girls as our coaches was something I looked forward to every week. I can't tell you how many laps we ran around that gym until we got started with our exercises. We could always count on Whitey, with his white van, traipsing our team all over the city to play other playgrounds. We weren't often outside on the courts, as they were occupied by the boys, but, if we had a chance to play there, we did. And who ever bent that rail in the wrought iron fence there? After practice, it was over to Moes for a cold one; soda, that is. Life was good for us girls back then.
Hollow Girl [02-07-2012]
Cooter: Your comments on Limbo show that you don't understand what the Church's position on it was. It was a concept put forth by no less than the brilliant St. Thomas Aquinas (our greatest philosopher)as a place for babies (read innocents) who died without benefit of baptism. It theorized that God, in His infinite goodness, would provide a place of joy for them. Aquinas did this because scripture did not say anything about it. It was not required Catholic belief but a theory. Purgatory, on the other hand, is. It is substantiated by scripture in at least ten places. I don't want to start a theological debate, but just to correct something misunderstood by most people.
Dan Hartnett, Former East Germantown [02-07-2012]
More memories of Fernhill Park: Old men sitting at picnic tables smoking cigars and playing cards. Clay tennis courts - don't walk on them after it rains. Friendly Fairmount Park Guards, with a little house to hang out in. "Mr. Irv" and other counselors who were there to do things with the kids summers down by the swings. Guys washing and waxing their cars on weekends on that little loop of gravel road in back of the tennis courts. We lived on the 300 block of Zeralda near where it hits Apsley. Dave Zemlin's drug store was 2 blocks up the hill. Dave Umann's (not sure of name) grocery store was down the hill a block at Zeralda & Pulaski. One day my mother gave my older brother some money and told him to go to Dave's and buy a dozen eggs. He went to the drug store. Can you believe that kid eventually graduated from Harvard?
Jim Schaefer, grew up on Zeralda St. [02-07-2012]
I can not speak for Joe Lynch who would be the scoundrel at The Hollow that he meant. I do know that Goo Guarinello coached Joe Lynch and Bill Haas at SFA. Joe L. and Bill H. listened to Goo since he knew the game of baketball. Joe Lynch mentioned a scoundrel who intimidated everybody. Goo was a character but he was not the toughest guy at The Hollow and he could not have intimidated everybody including Rocky,Pat Sarnese,and a guy[JB] who owned a tailor shop across from The Hollow who would not tolerate negative remarks. Goo hustled me for some change when we shot pig but he never forced me to be a runner for a beverage at Moe's next to The Hollow. I know that people like Paul Borian,Jack Brogan,and Frank Klock liked Goo notwithstanding the fact that they were aware of Goo's faults and warts. Goo taught me a valuable lesson in life that there are many people in life who are endowed with better gifts and talent and we should accept this simple fact. I know that Paul Borian and Jack Brogan always appreciated the support from Goo in their athletic careers which resulted in scholarships to college. St. Luke said,"Judge Not and Be Not Judged". Robert Goo Guarinello has departed and let us believe in redemption. Goo Guarinello was Mr. Hollow and such a legendary figure and many more people liked him than those who might have thought he exhibited scoundrelous behavior.
Bob Eastside - I know you brave Amercans don't here this enough but I for one would like to say THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO OUR COUNTRY !
Cooter in NC [02-07-2012]
Joe Lynch, have to agree with Bob Eastside. Growing up, we all experienced good, bad, indifferent. It is part of our personal history. There are names and people behind the good and also the bad. Why should we have to limit ourselves to talking about the good, just because those responsible for the bad happen to be dead? Those people besmirched themselves, whether it was Goo bullying the kids at the Hollow, or Fr. Benonis slamming some kid’s head against the lockers at CD, or Blackjack Donahue punching some kid out at NC, or Sr. Charles Marita at IC proving her claim on us kids that she can ”swing a yardstick harder and faster then Willie Mays can swing a bat”, etc. Maybe if they didn’t want to be remembered in a negative way on a blog or anywhere else, then they should not have acted as they did. Regarding Fr. Benonis, the infamous disciplinarian at CD, I actually tried to setup a meeting with him, to give him the opportunity to tell his side of why he acted as he did. This was after a discussion thread was started on him out on Classmates that was showing him in less than glowing terms. The mistake I made was leaving a voicemail message of my purpose for wanting to meet with him because there was no getting him direct after that. He had the opportunity to tell his side, and opted not to. Joe, if we do as you say, the deeds of Hitler and other like him will be left unsaid because they are dead and who knows, leaving open the possibility of history repeating itself.
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [02-07-2012]
Duncan, correction, it was Wee John Walsh who was the youngest.
I love to see the ladies of Germantown say their things-it so much more readable and thoughtfully spoken than these angry men. Helen Leone tell us more. It would make a man feel well from that part-that special part, o' the world.
The oldest guy at the germantown luncheon was Hughie Mooney. He is somewhere in his 80's and Billy Greene is 75.
Mickey McGroarty, Retired but still kicking [02-06-2012]
Joe Lynch: You and your friends from SFA have talked about former baseball players during your era. You,Bucky Durney,and Bill Haas were mentioned. There must have been other great players on that SFA team-Joe Razzano,John Fries,John Kolhmeyer,and Ray Dawes. Your classmate from LaSalle High,Bill Lawlor could not believe that an eight-grader,Bill Haas, could hit a ball out of Gratz field over Larissa St. into The Burpee Building. It is no wonder that he always had great confidence,LOL. I was surprised and disappointed That Bill Haas never made The Big Leagues- possibly,he had a good life and career in another field,pardon the pun.
Bruce Schmitt [02-06-2012]
Another singer from our youth, Bobby Darin had it all: "Oh, that shark bites with his teeth, babe. . ." That song was #1 on Bandstand's Top 10 for a looong time (1959?), but you couldn't even dance to it (except Bucky Durney, of course). He (Bobby, not Bucky) was a genius for taking throw-away songs no one else could popularize (Splish Splash, Artificial Flowers,Beyond the Sea,Clementine)and making them hits. He would go on Bandstand Saturday nights, narrow lapels, tailored sharkskin suit and all and drive everyone crazy, the only one from that batch of teen-idols--Bobby Rydell, Frankie Avalon,Fabian and Mario Lanza--who had any talent! He had the hair, the moves, the confidence like he knew what he was about. We boys had no wave in our hair, hideous personal hygiene, and only loose change in our pockets. We watched Bandstand in the afternoons, danced with chairs behind closed doors and hoped Aqua-Velva would get us the last dance with that cute red-headed girl. You couldn't dance to Bobby's music but you could go with the words, "If I Were a Carpenter. . .He's in my Top Ten pop singers of the 1950s (Dream Lover!) and would be higher had he not died so young of (yes) heart problems. He married Sandra Dee (Remember the opening scene in the film Diner and Boog's bet?) about Sandra Dee who bounced up and down in A Summer Place, you must recall. No stars out of five for date or make-out music for Bobby Darin, though. The good die young.
Joe Lynch--How was I to know there was a party goin' on? [02-06-2012]
Ronnie Carmody McIntyre I am doimg pretty good married 48 years, three children. three grandsons. You and jim should come to our lunches at the buck hotel. his class of 56 organizes it. It is a good time for all and it runs about $20 per person. The next will probaly be in May.
RAY DAWES, 68yr old class of 57 S.F.A. live in oreland pa. [02-06-2012]
Joe Lynch - you say we should not engage in "character assination" yet you get right into the "biggest scoundrel" you ever met. Anyone who reads this blog knows you are referring to the infamous "Goo". Also - Purgatory ? We were also taught about LIMBO where unbaptized babies went - does anyone actually still believe that ?
Cooter in NC [02-06-2012]
Joe-Joe-Joe - there you go again writing another epistle. All comments are welcome Joe - this is the USA not Cuba, you need to settle down and maybe increase the blood pressure medicine before you blow a gasket. WE enjoy In America freedom of speech - that's why I fought In Viet Nam - received two purple hearts and a bronze star. So as long as everyone keeps it clean they have a right to detail their memories of Germantown. Now lay down Joe - take a nap and chill ! LOL
Bob Eastside [02-06-2012]
Although Mr. McGlinchey and myself attended CD a decade apart, his assessment of CD was the same as mine. While the curriculum was there, it lacked the "personal touch" from the teachers. It appeared as though most times they were more interested in enforcing strict and sometimes cruel discipline. Many of the teachers created the us against them atmosphere.
John Fleming, Tampa Bay, Florida CD'62 [02-06-2012]
No, Bob, not "all comments are welcome." Character assassination of dead clergy and teachers or anyone else (including your and my relatives)is not fair game for ridicule or scorn on this Blog. These people had lives, children, careers, and I am sure they all died in the state of grace, according to Sister Grace Winifred. They have no way to defend themselves, 50 years later. The biggest scoundrel I ever met at the Hollow is often a subject on this Blog (and anyone who remembers him will know who I mean)yet rarely will a writer on this Blog slam him personally, though he may have, just may have, spent some time in Purgatory for his treatment of anyone who crossed his path. I hope in 50 years when that Alien Intelligence reads this Blog, IT won't label me, as you did, a "Pontificator." Oh, wait a minute, Bob, who gives. . .
Joe Lynch--Just a Gigolo, Everywhere I Go. . . [02-05-2012]
Bucky Durney- You and Joe Lynch were just average hitters. Your clean-up hitter was William Haas, a legend in his own mind. The three of you never struck out when it came to the pretty women. You are the most humble and we know who the great pontificator is. Don't mess with his cousin because that boy takes no prisoners.
Joe Lynch, Nat King Cole's "Sweet Lorraine" still remains one of my favorites. I remember his TV show. He would sing (cigarette in hand) as did many of the "old timers". Thanks for the memories. LORRAINE (Cupo) Kelly, IC '55' CDHS '59
Bob Eastside, short, sweet and very much to the point. Well said.... Regarding teachers, not being negative but, while I believe I received a good enough elementary education at IC, no one teacher there made an impact on my life. At CD, I was just a number in a mass of almost 6000 students,and no teacher I had there would ever remember me and only a couple I remember fondly. The teachers that did have an impact in my life were in college. My classes there were of a size where the teachers tended to know you, and where I found myself challenged to think, resolve and deliver. While I am still proud to say I am a CD graduate, looking back, it really was sort of a mass-production educational plant. I said it before, my kids went to Catholic school, and they received a far better education then I did. Size does matter.
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [02-05-2012]
Hi Ray, I married Jim from Shedaker St. where we both lived. How are you doing? It's good to hear from you.
Ronnie Carmody McIntyre [02-05-2012]
Wow! How refreshing to hear a voice from one of the girls from Happy Hollow...keep posting.
HELEN LEONE D'ANGELO [02-05-2012]
We used to beg for donuts when the Army encamped at Fernhill Park in the 1950s. Every night around 7 PM, just before dark, we'd sit on our side of the wire fence surrounding the old baseball field and wait for the Red Cross (?) truck to hand out donuts to the soldiers. Usually, a fatigued (in both senses) soldier would give us riff-raff a box (12) and we'd share them all around--Frannie McGonagle, me, and some others on this Blog who want to remain nameless. I never understood then that we were at that time a target for an ICBM missile just 25 minutes away in Vladivostock. I'm sure the triple-A on our side was useless against whatever would be dropping in on Midvale-Heppenstall, the target. (I remember a Nike missile battery in King of Prussia, too, but I don't think it ever destroyed a kid's sledding hill.) The anti-aircraft gun embankments were a gash in Fernhill Park those years,but the soldiers were friendly and the donuts sugary. The Park was always crowded in those days. . at night with people "getting a breeze," since there were no air-conditioners in the row homes. My parents and Aunt Agnes and the Murphys would take The Evening Bulletin to read on a certain bench until twilight and the mosquitoes. Then they'd walk past Dave's Pharmacy to home, never knowing they had just spent the past few hours close to Ground Zero, if the Russians had anything to say about it. Whew. We kids would run home in our US Keds, slurp a drink at the water fountain and catch some fireflys in our jars, unaware, of course, that Armageddon and Judgment Day would have to wait.
Joe Lynch--Do the Russians love their children too.--Sting [02-04-2012]
Duncan Hubley: It is great to see you posting again and hanging out with Dave Linn and other Germantowners at a G-town Reunion. I surmise that many of The Germantowners from GBC were soccer players. I read your recent post and you will be visiting Jack Brogan in Maine. Jack B. and your other friend from Fernhill,Joe Lynch, submit great blogs on this site. You were one of the great pillars of Fernhill and contributed so much athletically and socially. Jim Harris of Fernhill will be coming to a G-town Reunion at The Buck in May. Jim Harris played a lot of baseball in the lower field at Fernhill. You and he were friendly with The Kelly Brothers, Leroy and Harold, Joe Palmer,and Irv who always had a hat-he was even called Kruschev. It would be great if you and Joe lynch could make the event at The Buck in May. I am still friends with Pat McIlhinney who played a lot of ball with us at Fernhill. Duncan! Keep posting and kicking-not your dog.
Bruce Schmitt [02-04-2012]
Your description of what happened to Chris Sower during the American Revolution creates the false impression that he was loyal to the British King. The attached family history contains a more detailed account of Chris Sower's problems during the Revolution. It shows, clearly and verified by order of General Washington, that Chris Sower objected to the War on religious grounds, not out of loyalty to the King. As a publisher, he hated the King's taxes as much as anyone else, but his strict religious teachings prevented him from engaging in warfare. Would you please update the entry on Chris Sower accordingly. CLICK
Jonathan Lohr Gal, Descendent of Christopher Sower [02-04-2012]
JOE LYNCh-I agree-no teachers names if its negetive---let us remember and speak well of the good ones-they gave us more than a education---SISTER MATTHEW MARIE -SISTER ROSE BEREDINE-SISTER ELIZABETH MARY-SISTER FRANCIS -SISTER MARY-SISTER THOMAS MICHEAL---these nuns made me a great player in BAR TRIVIA!and if you woke me up at 3a.m. Icould still diagram a sentence-it wasn't all bad-it was the way it was then.
vera carey canavan, St. Vincent's 1956--Little Flower 1960 [02-04-2012]
Hey Dunc, correction on the youngest at lunch, it was Paul Walsh. Who was the oldest? Dum-de-dom-dump.
Dave Linn, Great Lunch in Ambler [02-04-2012]
Joe - Lighten up and don't pontificate. If people want to talk about their teachers - good or bad - let them ! All comments are welcome !
Bob Eastside [02-04-2012]
Hey! Whoever Base-a-Ball Earl Shibe Park is and said I could not hit the ball our of the infield must have seen me play. My strengh was "walks".
Bucky Durney [02-04-2012]
So what about us girls from the Hollow? I played softball on the upper hill, basketball on the lower courts and in the gym, was able to sled all the way down the red brick hill and into the pool, built forts in the woods next to the tennis courts, over the playground and made paper mache' puppets in the small basement of the old building. I know there were more girls than me in the Hollow! The streets smarts learned there helped me fare well in the business community. Back then, girls were taught to be wives and mothers, not team players. Thank you to the Hollow experience for my business savvy! Who would have guessed?
I enjoy Looking back at what it was
mavon rouse, 45 from 5600 musgrave st [02-03-2012]
I think it's best not to tell negative stories about old teachers and name them in the Blog. We've all had alcoholics, scatterbrains, tyrants,and just-plain-losers who made life miserable for us, but we don't have to carry their reputations (such as they are) into another century. They did the best they could for very little (if any) money (My first paycheck was $7l.00 a week.), no prestige and zero acclaim. I've known hundreds of teachers who just couldn't be better at their jobs, for whatever reason, but they all wished they could just turn the corner of competence and brilliance streets. Do you think these men and women "liked" being ineffective and laughed at? The "bad" teachers, religious and lay, were just perplexed at what the mission was,and didn't understand the restless can of worms (us) they had in front of them. They brought their own private neuroses to class with them and made us pay for their sins. We get it now--teachers affect eternity; their influence never stops, but we can avoid naming them in public. I wouldn't want people 50 years in the future to remember my fumbling and bumbling, my pettiness and laziness in the classroom. Let it go. It is (after all) a beautiful mornin'. Think I'll go outside for awhile. . .
Joe Lynch--Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone. [02-03-2012]
Dave linn organized a Germantown Boys Club Lunchoen a month ago. It was well attended (23)old heads. Paul Duddy was the youngest there. Jack Brogan, hope to meet up with you again in Maine this summer. Very good friends of ours, (not as good as you and Joe L.) son and wife are planning to adopt an Ethiopian boy this summer. Send me a E-mail, so I can ask some questions. Duncan Hubley.
Duncan Hubley, 5000 block of McKean Avenue [02-03-2012]
Responding to Rick Lobbs post from last August, yes I remember well the anti-aircraft base in Fernhill Park in the early 50's. They had an open house one day and I toured it with my father. Real big guns with sand bags around them. I guess they thought the Russians were going to bomb Midvale Steel. Seems like they were fighting the previous war. One day a truck pulled up outside the base giving coffee and doughnuts to the soldiers. My friend Mary Catherine Sweeney and I got free doughnuts. Mary Catherine said we cheated them. Funny the things you remember from when you were 4 years old. They took the base out pretty soon so that they could wreck the park some more by building the expressway through it. How many people driving on that expressway today realize that they are driving over the graves of two of the best all time sledding hills - Dead Man's Hill and Suicide Hill?
Jim Schaefer, live in Ambler, PA [02-03-2012]
Pretzel Pete was a fixture on the streets of Lower Germantown with his pretzel cart from the 1950s to the early 1960s, when he relocated to Roxborough. I only knew him from his Roxborough days. "Hotta pretzels, coldda mustard" was his familiar line. Here is a link to a photo of him from his Roxborough days CLICK And, here is a link to his story.... CLICK
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [02-03-2012]
Attention! Captain Orville Bud Ballard!- May 7, will work for me for a reunion at The Buck. I am looking forward to seeing you and Jim Harris of Fernhill at The Buck. I think Tom Cusack will make the event as usual and possibly bring his LaSalle buddy-Jerry McKeon. They were friends with Frank Crawford who played baseball with Jim Harris at Fernhill. Frank C. lives in Montco and he could cruise over to The Buck on Street Road easily. It wil bel another good event as usual.
Bruce Schmitt [02-03-2012]
Hey Cooter - sorry you are a distinguished NE Catholic High grad like me. I believe North Catholic's Knobby Walsh once threw a guy out of the window in his classroom for talking - good thing it was on the first floor ! The recent post by anonymous was outstanding - great recollection of our growing up TV days.
Bob Easrside [02-03-2012]
Ronnie Carmody McIntyre. Which McIntyre did you marry.
Raymond Dawes, St Francis 1957 [02-03-2012]
Joe Lynch the Cecillian girls I knew were the Hedge twins Maryann and the other’s name I forget. Rose Marie maybe? They lived on Green Street just up from Manheim Street. I think it was Maryann that I dated. One date we took the subway in town to go to the Wax Museum. It stuck in my mind that while passing Wanamaker’s in a window there was a display / tribute to Winston Churchill who had just pass away. When we got to the Wax Museum (near the Bourse Building if not in it) the door man was a guy, a bit older, from Germantown that recognized us. He let us in for free. Who was that?
Del Conner [02-03-2012]
Lou Giomo my brother Alan Conner went to Jenks for at least one year. An aunt lived down the street and I think that is how he was able to go there.
Del Conner [02-03-2012]
Anonymous Friday night was collection night for most Bulletin Boys. I can remember watching three shows at the same time on Friday nights. As you waited by the door while the customer went to get the money the TV would be on. At the next house it may be the same show or another channel. The only ones I remember are Batman, the Flintstones, Top Cat, and something with an Irish name O’Brian or something like that. Perry Mason maybe on Friday night? Saw my fist color TV while trick or treating. The Summers who lived on Clapier St. just above Erringer Place had it on in the living room while we kids were at the front door. I can still picture it, five or six people sitting around a color TV! A few doors up there was a swinging Halloween party of young adults. They gave out candy but we kids had a feeling that they were having more fun then we were.
Del Conner [02-03-2012, updated 02-07-2012]
LOU GIORNO---more on RICHIE MOORE-the drummer did sound like MATHIS---Richie sounded like Sinatra--best of both worlds!
vera carey canavan, St. Vincent's 1956--Little Flower 1960 [02-03-2012]
Bob, this site is a forum for the nostalgic, the bigoted, the erudite, the mad-hatters, the shut-ins, the smart ass, the amiable, the contrite, has-beens, the hangers-on. Why try to make it anything other than a street corner of doo-wop singers a cappella by the tin drum fire. It's not our fault your friends at Wister Playground don't participate in this town hall brawl. Some of these blog people complain; some carry guns into Philly, but some are wizened by the last half century of marriages and kids and are sorting out their lives one blog at a time. Give us a few years, we'll get it right. Then, again, maybe we won't. Don't fear the Reaper.
Joe Lynch--Just the right amount of wrong. [02-03-2012]
The singer of elegance, hands down, was Nat King Cole. He could never get a TV show, though he had one for about 15 minutes, as I remember.He had to be careful when he was on TV not to show too much affability to white women, else the hate mail would bombard the network stations. His Mona Lisa, Hazy Crazy Days of Summer, That Sunday--That Summer and so many more, rank with Frank's and Johnny's best. It is not Xmas until I hear him sing Mel Torme's Christmas Song. Get the Pandora App on your smart phone and blaze away. His voice was silk, his emotions pure and his arrangements satin. No, he was not make-out music like Johnny or Las Vegas gold like Frank, but the man could sing through all the crappy racism of the 1950s. Unforgettable.
Joe Lynch--Yes, sir, I can boogie. [02-03-2012]
Happy Ground Hog day. Phil give us spring.do wish we had one big snow.Marie
Marie Bommentre [02-03-2012]
Speaking of favorite quotes, how about: Be not the first by whom the new is tried nor be the last to put the old aside. Also: Your date of birth and date of death are separated by a dash. So, no matter what, enjoy the dash.
Brogan, Your last post was awesome. Goo Goo of Happy Hollow is smiling in heaven. The Hollow still rules with all our writers, poets,and athletic supporters who hung with you and Goo at Wayne and Logan.
Vera The Richie Moore Trio is still around and played the IC Reunion back in 2008. They came highly recommended. Maybe they just weren’t for us, but they were not a reunion hit. We switched to a DJ after that.
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [02-03-2012]
Sad news Axelrod’s Flowers was destroyed by fire last night. Located at Chelten & Boyer, that business has been around and family-owned since the 1940s. I got my prom flowers there in the 1970s. More recently, we got the IC reunion centerpieces from there. Sad…..
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [02-01-2012]
To clarify, there will be no IC reunion in 2012. But, there will be future IC reunions, probably the next being October 2013. The decision was made to instead have an event around the closing, along with the current parishioners, to say goodbye to IC. Because the archdiocese will not be making the formal closing announcement until March, our hands are tied on planning because the closing date is still a best guess at this point.
Dennis McGlinchey, Born & raised in East Germantown [02-01-2012]
VERA--I remember the Richie Moore Trio very well.As a part time professional musician for 30yrs,I must admit, that his trio was great.I remember his drummer,sounded like Johnny Mathis. His group had superior musicians-I would catch them whenever I was not playing. Lou Giorno ( LOU DAY TRIO)
Lou Giorno, Mr G DOS [02-01-2012]
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