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CHAPTER 30 - The Hardware Store

Growing up in the '40s - Where are they now..?

German Stuka Dive Bomber during World War ll that I currently have a model of hanging in my yard Gazebo.....

World War ll American Corsair Airplane that I currently have a model of in my yard Gazebo.....

Japan's Surrender after World War ll because of the Atomic Bomb that the USA had developed.......

Japan's surrender in the Headlines

This looks a little like my car, only difference is, I get a lot more gas mileage.....Yours truly Alfred Hitchcock.....And Happy 2015 New Year to all of Nick's Family and Friends....

Atomic bombing of Nagasaki

CHAPTER 30 - The Hardware Store - Yorkville (Revised/Edited Jan. 23, 2015)

Growing up in the '40s - ' WHERE ARE THEY NOW '

Inspired by a TRUE LIFE STORY with a tweak of comedy

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There were so many friends that I had back on 88th street in Yorkville - the German Town of Manhattan http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yorkville,_Manhattan

There was Ralph Dunning, Neil Wortman, Mike Sweeney, MaryEllen Sweeney (sister), Clearey, Joey (Bozo), and my first girl friend Sylvia Schneider, the list goes on and on but these were my closest friends....again I repeat the title above....." Where are they now...? "

Ralph Dunning had told me that his Dad who was a boxer in his younger days had once boxed Max Schmeling and actual knocked him down.... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Schmeling There was also the time on one cold winters day that I can recall Ralph and his mom had lent me a sweater to wear in order to remove the harsh wintery cold from my body.....Ralph was a little older than me and I remember us going to see a movie on 86th street and it was he that gave me the confidence to keep the fee to enter the movie house, in my pocket rather than hold it in my hand....That was all part of growing up.....He later in life would get married and also move to Astoria, Queens where I would visit with him and his new wife.....I can also remember him coming home to Astoria with my Dad on my Dad's Ice Truck as Ralph had a job in Manhattan....

Neil Wortman would confide in me to the fact that his dad who had fought in World War ll had once killed a Russian soldier by stabbing him with his rifle bayonet and lifting him up off the ground....He also confided that his dad kept a leather strap hanging in the back of his bedroom door and would use it on him whenever he misbehaved.....Neil and I and some of the other neighborhood kids would draw American and German airplanes both in school with pencil on paper and in the street with chalk.....I recall that two of our favorite drawings would be of the American Lockheed Lightning P 38 and the Corsair...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vought_F4U_Corsair along with the German Stuka Diver.... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Junkers_Ju_87 Today I have both of these model aircrafts hanging up in my back yard gazebo.....

For photo's and History of World War ll Airplane wrecks click this link...... http://www.warhistoryonline.com/whotube-2/tube-ww2-aircraft-wrecks.html

Worst kamikaze attack in WW II (Okinawa) Best Naval footage ever shot by a Navy cameraman. The camera was in the gun turret under attack. (Email courtesy of Vito M.) HTTPS://www.dropbox.com/sh/4zkp7hvrgbcd7gd/D-qPNsG9ym#lh:null-Laffey%20Enhanced%20vo%203.wmv

Mike Sweeney who was my Irish buddy got hit by a car on First Ave just after the end of World War ll.....When the war had ended some of us guys would go on the roof tops of buildings with large amounts of newspapers, tear them up and than throw them off the roof....When walking through the streets we would be knee deep in newspapers both at the end of World War ll and later on at the surrender of Japan.....http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surrender_of_Japan

After the War, I can recall all the bargains up for sale of war surplus materials, such as Jeeps, amphibious vehicles, machine guns, sheep lined bomber jackets and all kinds of other surplus war materials.....I can recall going onto 89th street and some one had a 50 millimeter machine gun for sale while there was also a store on 1st ave where they were selling bomber jackets and other war surplus clothing at unbeatable prices....I asked my dad to buy me a bomber jacket but he said they would not fit me as I was only about 9 years old and today I know that he was probably right....I did buy one several years ago as I always wanted to own a bomber jacket....I believe it was a Christmas gift from my Wife Elizabeth...

Getting back to my friend Mike Sweeney who was walking with me along 1st Ave, I believe he had spotted some surplus item in the street and just turned and stepped onto the street without looking towards the on coming traffic....He was dragged under the tire of a car along 1st Ave but luckily was not killed...He came out of the accident with a broken leg and I would visit with him from time to time in his parents apartment.....This also gave me the opportunity to sign my name on his leg cast along with all the other friend names ....I remember him giving me one of his leather gloves on one of our visits as he was missing the other glove but in those days I welcomed it kindly.....

Cleary was a friend that was also not the best kind of friend.!!!......At Christmas time I always wanted a cowboy suit from my parents which I would receive each year....One day Cleary would steal the "cowboy hat" from me and I would later learn that he stuffed it into the exhaust pipe of a bus....When I got hold of him I taught him a lesson I'm sure he never forgot, while everyone was cheering me on too....

MaryEllen S. (Mikes Sister) and Cleary were sweet on each other and I can recall that they had some kind of adventure planned for the rest of us friends but would not tell us what it was....We followed them to a roof top and than later to the hand ball courts down in Carl Schurz Park.....http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Schurz_Park When we reached the hand ball courts they performed their adventure in front of us guys but I, till this day have kept it a secret and will do so till the end of time.....She would later in life, about 10 years later, apologize for her actions when she realized what she had done at such a very young age and she really, in my mind, became a beautiful young lady in body and soul....

One day when I went sleigh riding in the evening in Carl Schurz Park under my older sister's care, I met a girl named Sylvia Schneider that was wearing a jacket with a fur lined hood so I was unable to see her face...It was my first experience with puppy love and I never forgot her...Later during the summer months I met her again in the park and even though I had not seen her face I knew it was her from her German accent.....I would wait patiently in the park for her to come home from school and when I did see her and she approached me I would foolishly run away....

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There were many stores that I can recall on 1st Ave between 88th and 87th street that included a bar on the corner of 88th street that is still there today.....I can recall seeing my first TV in that bar as I peeked through their doorway and I will always remember the painting in their window of General Custer's slaughter with a soldier being scalped right in the front/ middle of the picture...

A butcher store further on down where my dad would sometimes leave me in the butchers care-taking, who would always call me Mickey Mouse due to my name being Nick and I can recall his cat that was constantly fed meat scraps and had to weigh at least 30 Ibs......I can also recall the saw dust on the floor so as to keep the place clean of butcher meat blood...

I can recall the vegetable store at the middle of this block of stores and also a Hardware Store which is where my friend Bozo would come into this story.....But first I can recall my Dad hanging out, on a slow ice sale day, in the Vegetable store and that he once explained to me that marriage was a gamble in life, as we all know now as we pass through many of lifes gambles and crossroads.....My Dad also had a little wine cellar in the apartment building on 1st Avenue off of 88th street.....I can recall that someone had climbed over the wall leading into this little compartment wine cellar, turned on the spicket in the wine barrel and sucked up some of the wine from the opened spicket using a straw....Naturally most of the wine ended up on the floor but my dad calmly added additional material to the top of the wall to end this wise guys intrusion of his unwanted wine tasting......My dad also had wine barrels with fomenting wine in them in the cellar on 87th Street just across the street from St Joseph's Church where I made my communion...As I was a few years older than most of the other students I received the highest religious test mark and was awarded a medallion that I wore around my neck....

My friend Bozo had gained a job at 'The Hardware Store' and did all kinds of errands for the stores owner such as stocking the shelves, sweeping up and delivery's....The owner allowed him to stay in the back in another room of the store where the stock was kept and where my friend Bozo had had completely to himself .....Bozo told me of this situation and said I could visit with him whenever I liked, so one day I did go into that stockroom and brought in my home made scooter along.....We decided that we would paint the scooter and we did but at about 8 years old we weren't that good at it.....When the boss smelt the oil based paint he came into the back room and I'm sorry to say that Bozo was fired and we were than both kicked out of the store.....

.........So I repeat, one more time, once, "Where are they now.....? ".....

In 1947 at age 12, this would also be the year that I would read about the " Collyer Brothers " strange story in the daily newspaper while I was visiting Mom and Pops candy store located on 88th Street.. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collyer_brothers

And one other final memory was the many happy 'football weddings' we had been to in the ballrooms above the numerous German Movie Theaters on 86th Street.....For a five dollar family gift in an envelope (La Boste) there was always all kinds of sandwiches that were thrown at us which also included a live band for dancing (and there would always be some one that would like to sing Italian songs to the captive audience), soda, beer and wine depending on ones age.....All this and a free German Movie with German Languish down stairs in the theater for us youngsters whenever we got tired of the wedding and felt mischievous....Wow.!!!....You just couldn't beat those days.....

"Back to the future"....Yesterday on January 1, 2015 while driving back from Staten Islands Town of Tottenville on Arthur Kill Road a huge Buck Deer with antlers crossed the road right in front of us and we pulled our car over to the spot where he went into the woods......He slowly turned his head to look at us and than continued to walk further into the woods. Elizabeth tried to take a picture of this gorgeous Buck but by the time she got her phone/camera out, the deer had gone too far into the shadows....What a way to start the New Year though......Happy New Year guys, one more time, once.....

December 28, 2014........Nick

Carl Schurz Park over-looking the East River with the island in the middle of the river being Welfare Island http://www.americantorque.com/page/0/2374/....I always wondered what that sign represented and my dad explained that it was for Mayor John Finley Walk....If you click on this photo it will become larger and you can than be able to read his name....

....The beautiful Carl Schurz Park landscaping....

Max Schmeling Boxer from the 30's who fought with my friend Ralph Dunning's dad and was knocked down by Mr.Dunning...

Thanks Alfred for wishing all my Family and Friends a one more time, once..... Happy 2015 New Year......Photo taken by Eric Michael, my grandson, using a fishtail devise......

OK.!!!....One more time, once....Happy 2015 New Year to all of Nicks Family and Friends

.....And that goes for me too.!!!....Pardon me Mr. Hitchcock but Nick was talking to me.!!!....He just spelt my name wrong.....Happy New Year everybody.....

.....Drawing with chalk in the street back in the '40s......Courtesy of classmate meme.....

......Blessings for those who served in World War ll......Courtesy of Roseann H.......

....World War ll photo of Uncle Sam asking young men to join the Army

..."Back To The Future" ~ Buck Deer...

...My Dad would always take me and my sister Angela to see the, " Coller Boy" films as he referred to them in his Italian accent and also all the early "Tarzan Movies" too.!!!...

...Sheep lined Bomber Jackets...Models Steve McQueen, Angela Jolie and Robert Walker

~ The end of the war, those were the days ~

~ Back when I was a kid in Yorkville we would, as kids, spend a lot of time doing art work with chalk drawings and also playing with marbles using the sewer covers for different type of games, one being a game called, "WAR" ~ I will now have to revise my Hardware Chapter 30 thanks to my good friend Nicholas Georgianis ~ Is it me or did I just now notice TRUMP'S face on the cover of this sewer plate ...? http://www.americantorque.com/page/0/3301/


Video and audio clips

Japan's surrender on the Missouri Battleship...


.... During World War ll there were many entertainers such as the Andrew Sisters, Harry James and the 3 Stooges


.......Has anybody seen my 'cowboy hat'......?.....Is this guy with the 'cowboy hat' on, the Cleary guy that needs another lesson.......?......


......I still have not received my "cowboy" hat back yet....Maybe the Lone Ranger can help.!!!....Alias King - o -Sabey......But if the Ranger guy doesn't know perhaps somebody out there can translate my sign languish to Tonto.!!!.....


......On the more serious side of Chapter 30 the Trailer Film for "Imitation Game" go hand and hand with each other and should be viewed by those individuals most interested in World War ll.... I cannot emphasize the magnitude of the wars outcome without this true story being told...This story was kept under cover for 50 years before it was finally released....


....Sad to see Historic findings of German and American and Soviet World War ll items.!!!.....War is a certain hell.....


....."Collyer Brothers" story in video.....



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Anonymous on Mar 2, 2015 said:

I didn't know pop made wine in Yorkville

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nickmon4321 on Mar 3, 2015 said:

Thanks Vito for your comment...Much appreciated...I believe that wine making and the incident concerning the wine taster was in 1710 on 1st Ave...I also believe you were born when we lived at 401 on 88 Street if memory serves me right....If you can, check out Angies comment in Chapter 1 on the very bottom which is some thing I recently learned from her....

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nickmon4321 on Mar 3, 2015 said:

Vito...I just checked out Chapter 1 and that is where the comment Angie made is located...Click on this link for Chapter 1... http://www.americantorque.com/page/0/2340/

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Anonymous on May 28, 2015 said:

Amazing dad! I don't know how you recall all this detail. Pretty brilliant if you ask me x)

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nickmon4321 on May 28, 2015 said:

Thanks Donna.!!!..."Determination" to complete your quest for my stories...Dad

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nickmon4321 on Sep 20, 2015 said:

...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGA73iBDLMA#t=172

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nickmon4321 on Oct 11, 2015 said:

...Angie ~ I think Pop may have taken us to see that Tarzan film...?...Nick

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nickmon4321 on Oct 11, 2015 said:

...Nick ~ Pop took us to see all the Trazan movies and the Cowboys too! Remember there was a movie house that only showed cowboy movies! ~ Angie

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nickmon4321 on Oct 11, 2015 said:

Angie ~ ...That movie house was somewhere off of 1st Ave and probably on the high 70's or low 80's street's and he would refer to the western films in his Italian accent as "Coller Boys"...Lol...I'll have to add these comments to Chapter 30...Lol ... http://www.americantorque.com/page/0/3301/ ~ Nick

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nickmon4321 on Mar 24, 2016 said:

~ Courtesy of Lee Gallagher ~

Children of the 30s & 40s “The Last Ones” A Short Memoir

Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special age cohort. We are the “last ones.” We are the last, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the war itself with fathers and uncles going off. We are the last to remember ration books for everything from sugar to shoes to stoves. We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans. We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available. My mother delivered milk in a horse drawn cart. We are the last to hear Roosevelt’s radio assurances and to see gold stars in the front windows of our grieving neighbors.

We can also remember the parades on August 15, 1945; VJ Day.

We saw the ‘boys’ home from the war build their Cape Cod style houses, pouring the cellar, tar papering it over and living there until they could afford the time and money to build it out.

We are the last who spent childhood without television; instead imagining what we heard on the radio. As we all like to brag, with no TV, we spent our childhood “playing outside until the street lights came on.” We did play outside and we did play on our own. There was no little league.

The lack of television in our early years meant, for most of us, that we had little real understanding of what the world was like. Our Saturday afternoons, if at the movies, gave us newsreels of the war and the holocaust sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons. Newspapers and magazines were written for adults. We are the last who had to find out for ourselves.

As we grew up, the country was exploding with growth. The G.I. Bill gave returning veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow. VA loans fanned a housing boom. Pent up demand coupled with new installment payment plans put factories to work. New highways would bring jobs and mobility. The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics. In the late 40s and early 50’s the country seemed to lie in the embrace of brisk but quiet order as it gave birth to its new middle class. Our parents understandably became absorbed with their own new lives. They were free from the confines of the depression and the war. They threw themselves into exploring opportunities they had never imagined. We weren’t neglected but we weren’t today’s all-consuming family focus. They were glad we played by ourselves ‘until the street lights came on.’ They were busy discovering the post war world.

Most of us had no life plan, but with the unexpected virtue of ignorance and an economic rising tide we simply stepped into the world and went to find out. We entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where we were welcomed. Based on our naïve belief that there was more where this came from, we shaped life as we went.

We enjoyed a luxury; we felt secure in our future. Of course, just as today, not all Americans shared in this experience. Depression poverty was deep rooted. Polio was still a crippler. The Korean War was a dark presage in the early 50s and by mid-decade school children were ducking under desks. China became Red China. Eisenhower sent the first ‘advisors’ to Vietnam. Castro set up camp in Cuba and Khrushchev came to power.

We are the last to experience an interlude when there were no existential threats to our homeland. We came of age in the late 40s and early 50s. The war was over and the cold war, terrorism, climate change, technological upheaval and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with insistent unease.

Only we can remember both a time of apocalyptic war and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty. We experienced both.

We grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better not worse.

We are the ‘last ones.’

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Anonymous on Aug 4, 2016 said:

Hey grampa!

Very cool! Would have loved to pick up some of those army surplus leftovers from the war, I wonder what that stuff would be worth today

Also, never heard the story about you beating that guy cleary up, I gotta hear the details !

Eric

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