It has been awhile since I have posted on my blog, and I sure have missed doing so! I want to thank everyone who has been sending me news stories. I have really enjoyed them. One such story was sent to me by Lou Andriko. It was recently published in the McKeesport Daily News. Unfortunately, the article announced so sad news regarding someone I grew up listening to.
McKeesport Daily News by Patrick Cloonan
Published: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Longtime radio personality Terry Lee Trunzo has been stricken with lung cancer. Family members confirmed the diagnosis via Trunzo’s website, http://www.tlsoundco.com
“We have received many inquiries as to why Terry has not been doing live shows for the past couple of months,” his family posted. “We only ask for your thoughts and prayers during this difficult time. Thank you for respecting his privacy.”
Trunzo, known to generations of listeners as Terry Lee or TL, was a staple of WMCK and WIXZ music radio and a popular disc jockey at Mon-Yough dance venues in the 1960s and ‘70s.
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After reading about Terry Lee, I thought about a previous post from a few years ago that I felt would be appropriate to resurrect considering that it dealt with T.L., so I hope you enjoy reminiscing with me. Remember to keep TL in your thoughts and prayers in the meantime.
I have been listening to the T.L.Sound (http://www.tlsoundco.com/tlslivefeed.htm ) on my computer each evening ever since I discovered that Terry Lee was still broadcasting. The songs that he places immediately whisks me back in time to that part of my life that I enjoyed so much. I seem to always gravitate back to the songs that were oldies in my era during the summer.
As a teenager in Duquesne during the 60’s, we didn’t have the distractions or the temptations of today’s teens. In the summer, we spent many evening just sitting on a friend’s porch, hanging out with our friends and/or our “steady.” The typical sounds that we’d here would be of crickets, Terry Lee’s “Music for Young Lovers” on our AM transistor radio, and the sounds emanating from the mills. We didn’t need lights or candles. The soft glow from a nearby window, a streetlamp, or Duquesne’s nighttime orange tinted sky, would typically suffice.
We rarely had issues with being outside at night since the air was usually cooler outside than inside our homes. Air conditioners weren’t in many homes at that time, if any. Time proven oscillating fans and breezy days and nights were our best cooling conveniences. We would spend hours on the porch just listening to the radio, singing along, and talking incessantly. Based on which friend’s house was the evening’s destination, determined what we would have be drinks and munchies. If it were my house on Thomas Street, we’d probably have been to Hilltop Dairy, the Dairy Delight across from the Duquesne Annex Firehall on Pennsylvania Ave, or Algerie’s. Our favorite place to hang out was Nancy Staisey’s house at the corner of Commonwealth Ave. and Harden Ave. in Duquesne Place. If we happened to be hanging out there, we had a treasure trove of food choices. Without exception, the Dairy Queen was always the favorite choice. Of course, we always had the option of hopping over to Kennywood and picking up some goodies there as well. In addition to the customary night sounds that were all around Duquesne, evening’s at Nancy’s had the added bonus of Kennywood sounds as well.
I am convinced that each generation is charged with the responsibility to draw comparisons to successive generation. I distinctly recall rolling my eyes as my dad, aunts and uncles would find prattle on about “the good ol’ days” of outhouses, kickball and chopping wood. Seriously, what could be “good” about having to trudge outside to relieve yourself in what had to be a rather “ripe” smelling small wooden enclosure? Nonetheless, as the next generation, we all would sit patiently and listen to their rhetoric, year after year. Well, now it’s our turn!! Protocol entitles us the privilege of spouting off about OUR “good ol’ days!” I realize that there is probably a snowball’s chance in hell that anyone from the next generation is even reading this blog, and pontificating about the “good ol’ days” is like preaching to the choir. None the less, I feel compelled to make my points. In order to make my points however, I bowed to a convenience that we did not have in OUR good ‘ol day….the computer and the internet. I was fortunate to find a site that detailed some general “back then” recollections which served as a good start. I’ve gone on to “Hunkify and Duquesnize” them. I invite all of you to add to the list and continue to bring a smile to our faces and provide “eye rolling fodder” to the next generation. Here goes…..
If you grew up in Duquesne, do you remember:
- Painting Plaster of Paris decorations or weaving a potholder at the playground?
- Getting a Huckster Burger from Huckster’s Bar or a pizza from Irene’s was the ultimate treat?
- When there were bake shops in your neighborhood that packed your baked goods in white cardboard boxes that were tied with string which your mom carefully untied and saved by wrapping it into a ball and putting it in the kitchen junk drawer?
- When taking a vacation to Lake Erie was the equivalent of a trip around the world in our eyes?
- The circus coming to town and their tents in Kennywood’s parking lot?
- The distinctive sound that tires made on Duquesne’s brick roads especially in the winter when cars used chains on their tires?
- Summer fairs at the Duquesne Annex Fire Dept..
- The smell of roasting peanuts in the Avenue News – a.k.a. Elsie’s.
- Being taken to Emerson or another school to get sugar cubes with polio vaccine on them?
- Slow dancing to Scott English’s “High on a Hill? as you listened to “The TL Sound” on a warm summer evening.
- Catching grasshoppers and having them “spit chewing tobacco” on your arm.
- The beautiful white altar at Holy Name with the gold tabernacle?
- Getting paid in cash that was in a small envelope from Duquesne City Bank
- Getting a root beer in a frosted mug or a hot dog from the A&W across from the Claber’s Shopping Center on Rt. 30 in North Versailles.
- Woodland Drive-In
- Taking music lessons from Melody Music in the Mifflin Manor Shopping Center by North High School?
- Paperboys knocking on the door, simply stating “Collecting,” and getting a small perforated piece of paper the size of a trading stamp as a receipt?
- How clean the city smelled after a hard rain that washed away all of the mill grit?
- First Friday breakfasts at Holy Name with glass bottles of milk or orange juice and maple rolls
- Driving by the Vienna Baking Company on the way to Eastland when they were baking bread
- Freddies Restaurant in Dravosburg
- It took five minutes for the TV warm up?
- Nearly everyone’s Mom was at home when the kids got home from school?
- Nobody owned a purebred dog?
- When a quarter was a decent allowance?
- You’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?
- Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?
- All your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done every day and wore high heels?
- You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time? And you didn’t pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot?
- Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box?
- It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents?
- Teachers threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed. . …and they did?
- No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked?
- Lying on your back in the grass with your friends and saying things like, “That cloud looks like a …”
- Playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?
- Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?
- When your mom and your aunts all wore girdles under their Sunday dresses and complained and tugged at them the whole time they had them on?
- When being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited the student at home? Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.
- Decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-moe”?
- Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, “Do Over!”?
- Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening?
- It wasn’t odd to have two or three “Best Friends”?
- The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was “cooties”?
- Saturday morning cartoons weren’t 30-minute commercials for action figures?
- “Olly-olly-oxen-free” made perfect sense?
- Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?
- The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team?
- War was a card game?
- Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?
- Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin?
- Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Laurel and Hardy, Howdy Doody and the Peanut Gallery, The Lone Ranger, Paul Shannon, Popeye and Kinish, The Shadow, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk.
- Summers filled with bike rides, baseball games, visits to the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.
- Candy cigarettes and Pixie Stix
- Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside
- Red wax lips
- Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
- Coffee shops with tableside jukeboxes
- Mom used to merely scream your name from the back stoop to get you to come in for lunch or dinner
- Having to come in for the evening when the street lights came on.
- Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum
- Newsreels before the movie
- P.F. Fliers
- Telephone numbers with a word prefix….(HObart 4-6015).
- Howdy Doody and Clarabelle, and Captain Kangaroo and Mr. Green Jeans
- 45 RPM records
- Green Stamps
- Wringer Washing Machines
- Reel-To-Reel tape recorders
- Tinkertoys, Erector Sets, and Lincoln Logs
- 15 cent McDonald hamburgers
- 5 cent packs of baseball cards and that awful pink slab of bubble gum
- 35 cent a gallon gasoline
- Jiffy Pop popcorn that always seemed to burn
- Metal ice cubes trays with levers
- Mimeograph paper
- Roller-skate keys
- Cork pop guns