Memories of Fall

It’s time for me to empty my notebook of miscellaneous subjects that I have been holding on to, BUT could never find an appropriate post to mention them. In past posts I referred to this dilemma as needing to “empty the ketchup bottle” and getting out every last tidbit of memories that I might have thought of into a post. Now that it is officially Autumn, many memories about this time of year in Duquesne come rushing back to me.

I use The Duquesne Times as a constant source of research and recollections. I will often read through The Times for a particular time of year and instantly find inspiration for another post for The Duquesne Hunky. A subject that I haven’t really addressed, but one that was a heated topic among many Duquesne citizens, was city political candidates. I remember my dad and my uncles talking about mayoral and city council candidates whenever election time was near. Of course, the candidates were usually being discussed over shots and beers and a game of euchre, so the accuracy of the various comments and discussions became rather suspect, especially as the night rolled on.

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1957 Candidates

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1957 Candidates

I was clueless about who the people were that they were talking about, but I remembered many of the names that were always mentioned. In addition, there were signs all around the city that were posted to walls, telephone poles, on pins that people wore on their jackets or their lapels, and even the occasional billboard. As I review the copies of The Duquesne Times from the years of my youth, I still recall so many names of the men who ran for office. Unfortunately, I have yet to discover a female candidate for office in any of the issues yet.

I could never forget the name that my father ALWAYS talked about, Kopriver. Who could ever forget the campaign slogan “Pull the Top Lever for Kopriver!” His name resonated year after year, after year. Frank Kopriver Jr. was Duquesne’s mayor through most of my childhood. In November of 1945, then Councilman Kopriver was first elected mayor of Duquesne. He went on to win re-election in 1949, 1953 and 1957. Quite a run in office! Mayor Kopriver was also delegate to at the Republican National Convention from Pennsylvania in 1948 and member of Pennsylvania state senate 45th District, 1953-60.


1953 Candidates

1953 Candidates


1953 Candidates

The other name that I remember being discussed was Leonard Staisey. When I was a teen,staiseyfamily_leonardcstaiseypapersandphotographs_mss_0275 I was very good friends with his daughter, Nancy, but knew little about his political career. My uncle, Sam Carr, first introduced me to Nancy, but didn’t go into detail about her dad. Since I have been writing this blog, I have learned so much about Senator Staisey. He was a very active member of Duquesne government as a Councilman, various Board memberships and an unsuccessful run for mayor in 1957 against Mayor Kopriver.

According to Wikipedia:

Leonard C. Staisey (November 10, 1920 – October 4, 1990) was a Democratic politician from Pennsylvania. Although Senator Staisey was born in Pittsburgh, he lived for most of his life in Duquesne. He was a member of the State Senate from 1961 to 1966, when he resigned to run for Lieutenant Governor. staisey_leonardcstaiseypapersandphotographs_mss_02751Considered a rising star in the Democratic party, he ran on a ticket with Milton Shapp, who would lose to Ray Shafer. From 1968 to 1976, he served as an Allegheny County Commissioner. In 1979, he was appointed as a federal judge, and he served in this position until he resigned due to illness in 1989. The name of Staisey, who was legally blind, adorns a Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh branch specializing in providing access for the physically handicapped.

I remember him as just a kind and friendly dad who always made me and all of Nancy’s friends feel at home. Just a regular guy.


Eagle AD

OK, here’s a thought from left field for you to think about. Who remembers being given some sweet, wonderful tasting, yellow syrupy liquid that Mom used to keep in the fridge? Homocebrin! Just before bed each evening, Mom would call my brother and I into the kitchen for our teaspoonful of the “it’ll make you grown up stronger and stronger” elixir. We never hesitated since it tasted so good. I remember the dark brown bottle and how the liquid just seemed to ooze out. I found an ad in the Duquesne times that advertised the vitamin and thought you’d enjoy seeing it and the “medicine showish” advertising! Kinda reminds me of Lucy Ricardo hawking Vitameatavegamin on I Love Lucy!


LeavesWhen I visited Duquesne a few weeks ago, I traveled from Breezewood via Rt. 30. Most people roll their eyes thinking of me traversing the mountains on a one lane road instead of the Turnpike, but it was the route that my dad always took. I enjoy traveling along the mountainside scenery, especial in the fall, since I can enjoy the sights, sounds and smells that autumn brings. Specifically, the faint smell of someone burning a pile of leaves in their yard.

As a young boy, I remember that many of our neighbors would burning their leaves each fall. I have no idea whether ordinances were in place that restricted burning the leaves, but it they were in place, many people ignored them. As we would drive down Kennedy Ave. or just about any street in Duquesne, I would often see a small pile of leaves smoldering along the curb, being tended by a sentry armed with a rake.

The smell was somewhat pungent and would burn in our noses, but we never seemed to mind. Today, the smell just reminds me of a bygone era. To me, it’s the aroma of Autumn, just like the fragrance of pine is the aroma of Christmas.


In closing, I need you to think about the Halloweens of your youth. Candy was safe to eat, costumes were as simple as an old white sheet with two eye holes cut into it, it was safe for a child to walk the streets at night trick or treating, dried fallen leaves crunched under your feet as you walked along the sidewalks, every home had a warm and bright welcoming front porch light greeting you and the amount and size of the candy bars you received was monumental. So grab a cup of hot apple cider, cozy down into a comfortable chair and enjoy a few Halloween recaps from The Duquesne Times.

Happy Halloween my friends!

Halloween 1945

Halloween 1945

Halloween - 1950

Halloween – 1950


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Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem Soup Bones

While most of the people in my area are mourning the passing of summer, I am reveling10102012_ENT_FallPhotos_DJB_1130_display that it’s finally over. There is something about this time of year that delights me more than I can imagine. It bugs the heck out of my co-workers when I come in the office expressing how much I enjoy the cold weather and can’t wait until the temperatures and snow begin to fall. Quite honestly, they think I’m nuts!

Today was a perfect example of what I mean. The temperatures hovered in the high 40’s and low 50’s. It drizzled, showered or teemed rain throughout most of the day. Everyone was miserable, whiney and complaining about the weather….. except me. I was loving it.

When I was a boy, whenever it turned chilly, rainy and gloomy like today, my mom would be hard at work preparing a belly-warming pot of soup. Good ol’ hunky beef noodle soup usually. The process took the better part of the day. She would begin after my brother and I went off to Holy Name School in the morning, and carefully and lovingly pare and chop the carrots, celery and parsley into the perfect bite size pieces. A large chuck of beef would be prepared by washing it down in the kitchen sink and then patting it dry so she could lightly brown it in her cast iron skillet. I never understood this step, but it always tasted so good, who cared.

beef-marrow-bonesThe Hrvatski Domaća Goveđa Juha (Croatian Homemade Beef Soup) that my mom made, along with every hunky I knew, had an ingredient that I never understood. Mom always said it was her “secret ingredient.” I’m referring to the “soup bone.” I recall grocery shopping with Mom at Kennedy Meat Market (a.k.a. Andy’s) and her asking for a soup bone at the meat counter. It seemed to be as key an ingredient as the beef itself.

Mom would place all of the chopped ingredients, the whole chunk of beef, a couple of peeled onions cut in half, the soup bone, a few spices and water into her soup pot and place it on the stove on a medium flame. She once told me that it was best to bring the picacCv5qwater to a boil very slowly in order to get the best flavor. Eventually, the water would come to a boil and then she would lower the flame and let the soup cook for hours.

At this time of the year, the temperature was in 40’s outside, leaves were falling and there was a definite autumn-like smell in the air. By the time I got home from school, I knew that we were having beef soup for supper. My dad had installed an exhaust fan in the kitchen that was capable of sucking the air out of an entire factory. The aroma of anything that Mom was cooking would be drawn out of the kitchen and blasted out into the chilly fall air. As I walked up the driveway toward the kitchen door, I would immediately be hit with the aroma of the soup as it seem to be suspended in the air between our house and Anna Yasko’s house next door.

When I passed our kitchen window and then stepped up to the kitchen door, the panes of glass would be dripping with condensation as the warmth of the kitchen air battled with the nippy outside temperature. Mom would always be in the kitchen, either stirring her kettle of soup or sitting at the kitchen table waiting for us with coffee cup in hand.

We arrived home after school about 2 hours before my dad got home from work. Mom would always tell us to do our homework when we first got home…. No rest for the wicked. Fortunately, this never took too long for me since I wasn’t quite as focused as a student as my brother was. I always believed that he was the intelligent one, while I was the creative one. However, both Steve and I would eventually make our way outside before dinner and before dark.

LeavesThe time between getting home from school and being called in for dinner seemed to go by so quickly. We barely had enough time to rake leaves together for a large enough pile before Mom was yelling for us to come inside and wash our hands. Somehow, every time we went outside to play in the fall, we’d always manage to have muddy hands and soggy, grubby stains on the knees of our pants.

 By the time we had cleaned-up after playing outside, Dad was usually home and going through his own clean-up routine at the stationary tubs in the basement. Since he worked at his garage all day, he was usually pretty grimy, looking like he had been pulled from a Gulf Coast oil spill. I can still smell the fragrance of Lava soap as he prepared for dinner each evening.

 While Dad was busy in the basement and Steve and I passed the time before dinner by bowl-beef-soupwatching TV in the living room, Mm would be busily boiling the noodles for dinner in her yellow kettle. She always used Pennsylvania Dutch brand noodles that were ultra-thin and were the perfect size in my opinion. She would have peeled, and quartered potatoes and have added them to the soup about 30 minutes before dinner so that when suppertime rolled around, she was 100% set.

 Our hunky soup dinner would always start with at least one or two bowls of the fabulousSoup beef soup. I even loved the carrots! Spoons would clanks against the side of the bowls as we ate and we were always allowed to lift our bowls and slurp to our heart’s content. Polite society be damned…… hunkys knew how to enjoy soup!!

After we had finished our bowl or bowls of soup, Mom would clear away our bowls leaving the dinner plates below. She would bring our large blue platter to the table that was loaded with the soup meat, potatoes and carrots that had been fished out of the soup kettle. I think that was my favorite part. I remember getting a hunk of beef and shredding the heck out of it. Since it had been cooking for hours, there really wasn’t a ton a flavor left in it, but smear some ketchup on it and a bit of salt and it was divine. Mom and Dad preferred to mix some horseradish into the shredded meat on their plates, but I didn’t have the stomach for that. The potatoes were placed on our plates, and we’d crush them with our forks, add a few pats of butter, salt and pepper and dig in. This was really “stick to your ribs” foods hunky style. Mom would have usually picked up a loaf of bread from Bon Bon Bakery in the Kroger Shopping Center across the street, have them slice it in their slicing machine. And allow us a few pieces with our meal.

These memories were provoked today by the weather report I saw online for Duquesne.Clouds over thye city There was an ever so slight chance of snow. I was so jealous when I saw it, and then began thinking of cold fall days in Duquesne. I miss the excitement of knowing there was a possibility of snow this early in the fall. I checked out one of the weather cameras from the Duquesne area and saw the familiar snow clouds looming over West Mifflin High School. I remember getting so excited when my dad would point to that type of cloud and tell me that whenever I saw them, it meant snow was on its way. Come on winter…bring it on!


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The Last Time – I Promise


THANK YOU – THANK YOU – THANK YOU for all of your contributions to my walk. With only 1 1/2 days before the walk, the spirit of Duquesne’s love continues with donations of $1825.00 so far!



The last thing that I want to do, is anger you with a continual plea for something. I know you read this blog to join me in remembering the Duquesne of our youth. I assure you that my intention is to continue to share those memories with you. However, as I mentioned in my last blog, I am attempting to raise money for the Alzheimer’s Walk for the Cure to be held in Salisbury, MD in 5 days, October 26, 2013.

Many of you have made a donation already, and I cannot thank you enough!! Every dollar helps. However, with only a few short days remain to donate, I wanted to make my plea, ONE LAST TIME. In honor of my Aunt Peggy……………………….

Aunt Peggy has been my “other mother” for a long time now. Having lost my mother to heart disease when I was 12 years old, my aunt has been my rock and has always been there for me. Last week, I visited her in Pittsburgh, and was heartbroken to see how quickly her memory has faded. Although she is in an apartment currently, arrangements are being finalized to move her into an assisted living facility. She isn’t aware of the impending move, I know it won’t be well received by her, but it is the right thing to do in order to assure that she will be taken care of. As I sat with her and talked, I was reminded of the song, Hello In There: 

coupleYa’ know that old trees just grow stronger,

And old rivers grow wilder ev’ry day.

Old people just grow lonesome

Waiting for someone to say, “Hello in there, hello.”

So if you’re walking down the street sometime

And spot some hollow ancient eyes,

Please don’t just pass ’em by and stare

As if you didn’t care, say, “Hello in there, hello.”

Alzheimer’s has often been referred to as “the long goodbye.” I completely understand why. Those of us who live on the other side of the fog that clouds her mind feel helpless and unable to impact the course of the disease.

Along with my entire family, I will be participating in a fund-raising effort in Salisbury, MD that will attempt to raise money for Alzheimer research and the ultimate cure. The 2013 Walk to End Alzheimer’s Eastern Shore Walk takes place on Saturday, October 26, 2013. I am part of the Shamrock Realty Team, but trying to raise donations and find supporters for my part of the team’s walk.

If you are able to make a donation to my walk, I would be SO grateful. My family and I are participating in the walk in honor of Aunt Peggy, Uncle Joe, Uncle Gary and Aunt Helen. Your reason to donate might not only be for my aunts and uncles, but for a parent, a grandparent, a family member or for that special older person who was part of your life. Please consider a donation, please help and I promise, this will be the last time I ask… 

If you are able to help, please do the following:

1.     Click on the following link:

2.     You will connect to my team’s page. On the bottom left of the page, you will see a box contain my name – JIM VOLK. Click on my name.

3.     You will now be connected to my walk page. Click the green box on the right that reads    $-DONATE TO MY WALK.

4.     You will now be connected to the contribution page. You can choose your level of donation from the list provided or enter the amount wish. The rest of the form in self-explanatory.

5.     To finalize your donation, just press COMPLETE DONATION at the end of the form.



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Thanks for the Memories

I began my visit to Duquesne just a few days ago. So far, it has been enjoyable, but very bittersweet at times. I have spent most of my time with family members, old friends, and with my Aunt Peggy.

The weather has been unusually dreary, with a light misty rain falling nearly every day. Truthfully, it feels more like “A Rainy Day in London Town” than in Duquesne, with temperatures in the 50 during the day an in the low 40’s at night.

I’ve been able to visit a few places to photograph, but again, the weather has prevented me from capturing the shots I had hoped for. I’m on the road back home tomorrow, so I might have to wait until I return in December to reshoot some areas.

Aunt PeggyI wrote in my last blog that my Aunt Peggy, age 87, had been diagnosed with the onset of Alzheimer’s disease. Although this was devastating news to the family, it was not surprising. Several years ago, Aunt Peg, along with two of her siblings, Aunt Helen and Uncle Joe, was tested to access her vulnerability to the disease. At that time it was determined that she, along with at least two other siblings, had already acquired the disease. None of them at the time of the tests were displaying any overt symptoms, but all began taking a medication that would slow down the onset of the disease.

It was less than a year after those tests that my Aunt Helen and Uncle Joe began presenting symptoms, and by the end of the second year following the tests, both had been taken to health

facilities that provided 24 hour care and treatment for the disease. Sadly, my Uncle Joe died shortly after beginning his stay at the home, and Aunt Helen died the following year, both from Alzheimer’s.

Aunt Peggy, had not revealed any signs of Alzheimer’s disease in the five years since Aunt Helen’s death. Then, less than 4 months ago, the symptoms began to appear. In the last month, the intensity of the problems increased dramatically to the point that an assisted living facility will now be required.

I was able to spend time with Aunt Peggy during my visit, butPeg 1941 the issues of memory loss and confusion were VERY obvious. She had difficulty in remembering which state she was currently in, whose home she was staying at, and who some family members were when their name was brought up in conversation. It was heart-wrenching to say the least.

The fact that we/I can do nothing to stop the dreadful disease that this dear woman will now suffer through is incomprehensible. We can only hope that a form of treatment will be formulated to either eradicate or prevent the progression of the disease.

Ironically, prior to my visit to Duquesne this week, I signed-up to take part in a fund raising walk that will be taking place Saturday, October 26th in Salisbury, MD. The event is being held is the 2013 Walk to End Alzheimer’s Eastern Shore Walk. It is the first time I have participated in a walk, but one that is obviously near and dear to me due to my Aunt Peggy.

In what will soon be 3 years that I have been writing this post, I have never asked for any sort of contributions. However, since I have so many reasons to thank Aunt Peggy for her own memories as well as instilling the love of family and tradition in me, I am asking for you to consider making a pledge on Aunt Peggy’s behalf to the upcoming walk. My goal is to raise $100, however, I hope that the love and compassion that each of you have for the city you love will prompt you to help me well-exceed that goal.

If you are able to help, please do the following:

1.     Click on the following link:

2.     You will connect to my team’s page. On the bottom left of the page, you will see a box contain my name – Jim Volk. Click on my name.

3.     You will now be connected to my walk page. Click the green box on the right that reads $-DONATE TO MY WALK.

4.     You will now be connected to the contribution page. You can choose your level of donation from the list provided or enter the amount wish. The rest of the form in self-explanatory.

5.     To finalize your donation, just press COMPLETE DONATION at the end of the form.

I hope you will consider contributing to this walk. Since this blog is totally about the memories of our youth and the town we love, help to preserve those memories for everyone by helping to eliminate the disease that robs our seniors of those very recollections.

We love you Aunt Peggy!

My two favorite Aunt Peg stories –

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Heading Home

Heading Home


I am very excited. I am leaving for a trip to Duquesne in just a few days. I was able to visit with some of my cousins recently when they were in town attending my daughter’s wedding on September 21st. However, the event is such a whirlwind, I could never think of it as spending quality time with any one of them. That short little visit from them only whetted my appetite to spend more time with them.

About 5 days ago, a nor’easter arrived here at the shore and decided to park itself and hang around for over five days now. We went from bright, very warm sunny days to windy, rainy and cooler days in less than 24 hours. Personally, I welcomed the change. The cool air, the leaves blowing around the yard with every wind gust, all reminded me of how much I enjoy fall and winter weather. It also motivated me even more to make a trip back to my home.

As excited as I am about heading back to Duquesne, part of my time there will be bittersweet, as I visit my Aunt Peggy. For those of you who have been reading my blog for some time, Aunt Peggy is the last surviving sibling on my father’s side of my heritage. She is the last of the eight children of George and Anna Volk from Adrian, PA still surviving. About a year ago, I shared Aunt Peg’s memoires about her childhood and her family in a post titled Blueberries on the Hill – A Love Story  (click on the title to read the post.) Sadly, Aunt Peg has been diagnosed with the same dreadful, memory robbing disease that plagued three of her siblings. I am hoping against hope that she will still remember me so that we can share some very valuable time with one another. Please pray for her.

Aunt Peggy loved to reminisce about her family, about the places she lived and just about anything. Perhaps that is where I learned to appreciate and value the all of life’s lessons that were part of my youth. With that said, I assure you that as long as you are reading my ramblings and recollections, I will continue to share them. I hope my trip to Duquesne provides me with more stories to share with you that will warm your hearts and bring a smile to your face as you recall all of the things you loved about our town.

Here’s to you Aunt Peg!

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A Slow News Day

I cannot believe that it has been over two weeks since I’ve posted on my blog! Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa! My excuse however is the amount of time that I spent in preparation for my daughter Abby’s wedding on September 21st. I suppose that’s understandable and forgivable, however, the time since has been a period of recovery and laziness on my part. I was, and still am, somewhat drained of creativity. I promise you that I’ll rekindle my creativity and work past my current “writer’s block” soon.

I am planning a trip back to Duquesne in a few weeks, from October 13th through the 20th. During that time, I’m sure that I’ll recharged, and full of stories and recollections to pass along to you. In the meantime, I thought I’d share some tidbits from the Duquesne Times that you might enjoy and find interesting.

Let’s just say that it’s a slow news day on my blog right now. ….


Burns St. 1918

THE TIMES – 1951

Baseball 5-31-1951

As you can see, the caption is not real clear, but the names of these little sluggers from a 1951 edition of The Times are:

Richard Prokop, Tony Peck, George Ragan, Richard Butler, Richard Whitman, Paul Manns, Herman Daniels, Joe Michaels Jr., John Petrisko Jr., Richard Ivory, Charles Leech, James Faust, Dennis Layton, and Robert Brown. Assisting Mr. Foremsky in running the team are John Moran, “Cubs” Opalko and “Red” Mure.

There was an edition of The Duquesne Times published on my actual birthday, November 1, 1951. Here’s one of the photos from that day’s edition. Recognize anyone or anyone’s name?

Senior Class

I found the following photograph and ad very interesting and amusing! You know it had to be a REALLY slow news day when one of the front page photographs pays homage to a shipment of SOAP to Mann’s Brothers! To add even more “local charm” to that day’s edition of The Times from October 11, 1951, is the full page Mann’s Bros. ad that appeared in the same edition! Gotta love free press! Take a few minutes and check out the ad. It has been a LONG time since I’ve seen some of these brand names……

First, the front page photo and story…..

Manns PhotoAnd now, turning to page 7…..

Manns Ad 3And so, with memories of the scent of Spic and Span, Duz Detergent, and Woodbury soap racing through my mind, I promise renewed level of creativity on my part!!

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Tradition Deprived

Today I realized that it had been longer than normal since I last posted on my blog. However, I have a good excuse. In less than 72 hours, I will be walking my youngest daughter down the aisle on her wedding day! We have been knee deep in preparation for what seems like the last 20 years, but in all honesty, it has only been the last week that has gotten really crazy.

For that reason, I probably won’t be writing another post until after this Saturday’s wedding.  We are attempting to make it somewhat of hunky wedding, but I know that one of my favorite traditions will be missing…. the cookie table.  I guess I can only dream of how wonderful it would have been…….

Cookie Face

See you in a few days!

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