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. ….

DID YOU KNOW……..

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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The Bricks of My Foundation

Little Jimmy

Childhood was a time of simplicity

No cares, no woes, no anxiety.

When the world was neat and good to all,

When the universe was a chart on our classroom wall.

Childhood was a time when we lived in dreams

Our future hidden, behind steel mill steam.

When everyone appeared to be our friend

We didn’t have to consider what would happen in the end.

Childhood was a time when life was full of colors

We’d all depend on our devoted mothers.

When sorrows never knocked at our doors

We didn’t need to be concerned of wars.

Childhood was a time when school was benign

When desks were wood and in a straight line.

There were no such things as obligations

No need to fear life’s regulations.

Childhood was a time which is now long gone.

All of our friends and family have all moved on.

Childhood will never come back we are told,

But we’ll all have the memories, until we grow old.

It seems that I managed to get stuck behind a school bus every day last week. In our area, school began for all of the schools on Monday, August 26th. As I sat watched the kids climb aboard the bus, I thought that they looked so tiny while trying to board the huge school bus.

I couldn’t help but think about those first few days of the school year when I attending Holy Name SchoolHoly Name Grade School in Duquesne. Regardless of what grade I was in, I was immediately hit by the sensory impact of walking into the building After weeks and weeks of playing outside in the fresh(?) air, my nose was hit with the smell of fresh floor wax, oiled chalkboards, freshly wet-mopped wooden floors and the scent of Ivory soap from the nun’s meticulously scrubbed hands.

Week in and week out, the building always smelled clean. Between the good sisters and the dedicated custodian, they scrubbed, polished, and buffed our cathedral of learning to within an inch of its life!

I have written about Holy Name Grade School many times before, however I was reminded just how important those grade school years were to my life, to all of our lives recently. I was cleaning up the area around my front porch last week and came across 4 bricks that put an immediate smile on my face. I like to refer to them as “the bricks of my foundation.”

Back in 2005, while visiting relatives in Duquesne, I was headed down South 1st Street toward Grant Ave. when I came to a screeching halt in front of the Post Office. I was witnessing the demise of my childhood school. Just like the saying that I had heard so many times before, ”I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t turn away.” As I stood there on the sidewalk with my mouth gapping open, I watched as an enormous crane moved from side to side, swinging brutally at the building, until huge chunks of plaster and brick fell to the ground. Piece by piece, my own cathedral of learning was dismantled. The huge windows that once served as the canvas for our Christmas artwork clung to the structure, Bricks of my Foundationrefusing to release their grip from the buildings framework. As the building’s back walls were completely eradicated and the individual classrooms lay bare for the world to see, remnants of desks, chalkboards and the glass block windows of the school hall were exposed.

I managed to work through the initial shock of what lay before me, and walked to the side of the remaining skeleton and decided to grab a tangible piece of my youth. A pile of bricks had fallen outside of the construction tape barrier that surrounded the school. I grabbed four bricks and sadly walked back to my car. I couldn’t watch any more. The 93 year old piece of Duquesne history met the same fate as the Duquesne Carneige Library did over 37 years earlier, reduced to rubble. I tossed the bricks into the back of my car, gave my alma mater one last glace and drove away just shaking my head.

Every trip I’ve made back to Duquesne since that day included a drive past the empty, barren plot of land where once stood Holy Name School. Nothing has been developed since it was torn down 8 years ago. Surrounding plots of land that were once occupied by other icons of my youth, such as Elsie’s Avenue News, Reed’s Insurance and Adler-Green’s suffered the same demise as Holy Name.

Despite the dismantling of my boyhood haunts, I still have those four bricks to serve as a Holy Name Steps without Circlereminder of the foundation of learning and life in general that they once were part of. The education that I received at Holy Name has stuck with me since childhood. Lessons imparted have been a part of my life since that time.

I’m reminded of a wonderful book that was published in 1989 by Robert Fulghum, titled ‘All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten.’ In the book, the author explains how the world would be improved if adults adhered to the same basic rules as children, i.e. sharing, being kind to one another, cleaning up after themselves, and living “a balanced life” of work, play, and learning.

I reviewed his list of “lessons learned” again, and soon realized how accurate his thoughts were. Combined with a few more “pearls of wisdom” that were within the lessons imparted to us at Holy Name, they really were at the foundation of how I‘ve lived my life.

Allow me to share:

These are some of the things I learned in grade school:

• Share

• Play fair.

• Always remember that God, your mom and your dad love you.

• Don’t hit people, fighting is bad.

• Clean up your own mess.

• Don’t take things that aren’t yours.

• Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.

• Eat your vegetables.

• Honesty is the best policy.

• Pay attention and follow directions.

• Take time to play a little even, when you’re learning.

• The greatest literary works in English and American literature were all created with the same 26 letters we learned in first grade.

• When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.

• Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the paper cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.

• Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the paper cup – they all die. So do we.

• Say your prayers.

• Love God and Country

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The Crawford Mansion’s Finale

After posting the picture of Duquesne’s Crawford Mansion, there seemed to be a flurry of interest in the history of the structure. I really found all of the information and links to articles and sites fantastic and super interesting. Thank you to everyone who contributed.

I researched The Duquesne Times archives and found the following piece about the mansion and the plans to demolish it. As Lou Andriko posted in his comment, the structure met its demise in August of 1943. The article below was in the July 30, 1943 edition of Times and I fully expected to find additional articles that provided additional details along with photographs. Unfortunately, the only other information that appeared in The Times was a small piece about the contractor that would be doing the razing. That article was published the following week on August 6, 1943. No additional information appeared after that issue.

 

From THE DUQUESNE TIMES – JULY 30, 1943

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To All Of Our Parents

FredI just came across the following video and was so move by it, I had to share it with all of you. My dad would have been about a year older than Fred if he were still living. Everything about Fred reminded me of my dad. I sure miss him.

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Voices from Duquesne – August 27, 2013

Hi Jim,

Thank you sooo much for your blog “Duquesne Hunky”.  Have really been enjoying reading the archives and reminiscing.

As I said in my post on the blog today, we lived on Orchard Court off of Center St until I Duq Crawford Mansion 1930swas 14 and my brother Tom was 10.  I was born in ’49 and my brother in ’53.  Do you know of any info about the Crawford Estate, which was demolished to build the homes on Orchard Court.  The wall at the bottom of the hill on Center St. is still standing and was part of the Estate.  My dad, at one time, had a newspaper article from the McKeesport Daily News showing a picture of the Estate and I would love to see it or get a copy of it.  I’ve tried going on Google, to no avail.  My brother and I used to swing on the gate to the left of the entrance of the street which was also part of the estate.  I’m not sure if its still there.

One of my fondest memories of Duquesne were the dances at St Mary’s in the summer.  This would have been the summers of ’63 and ’64, I think.  Doing all the dances of the times – The Pony, the Peppermint Twist, Mashed Potatoes, the Bristol Stomp, etc.  What a great time!

Thank you again,
Eileen Lilley

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Hi Jim!

My name is Frank Fiori, but don’t let my name fool you – I am half Duquesne Hunky! (the other half Leechburg Italian)

My GrandPap who we just lost this winter (almost 98 and who I miss dearly every day) was, I believe, on one of the first ZEMPs teams.  He graduated from Duquesne High School in 1933 and went on to work for the CCC in central PA and later – sometime around 1938 started his 40+ year career at the Duquesne works.

Anyway, it has always been part of our family lore that before he began officially being a grownup he was quite the baseball player.  In fact, for as long as I can remember I have been hearing how he pitched a no-hitter which won the game for the team but put his arm out of commission (at least for baseball) for good.  Part of the lore is that there was an article in “The Paper” detailing the events of the game and his feat at pitching.

A few years ago I spent an afternoon at Renzie going through the archives of the McKeesport paper looking for the article to no avail.  Later I realized that perhaps I looked at the wrong paper, and after looking through your recent post about the ZEMPs I saw that there was a Duquesne paper then as well.  It just never dawned on me that there was such a publication, but I’m not surprised reflecting on what a vibrant town it was back then.

So my question is – are there any archives for the Duquesne Times?  Did it even exist in 1933?  If so I would be very interested in searching again.  I’m not sure exactly when this game would have occurred, but would have to be between 1933 and 1938.  Actually the only reason that he came home from the CCC is because the mill was starting up again so I’m thinking that the game must have taken place closer to ’33 when there was more “idle time” from the Depression.

I included my home email because I am not sure how much longer this (Heinz) account will be open.

Thanks Jim – Any info is greatly appreciated!

Frank Fiori

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Frank, 

It was great hearing from you. I will be happy to check through the archives in pursuit of “the article.” If you could just clarify the specific name I am looking for, it would be great. Is it Fiori?

Jim Volk

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His name was Steve Turlik – The oldest of 8 kids – (Steve, Marge, William, Thelma, Mildred, John, Evelyn, MaryAnne).  They lived at 1020 West Grant Avenue – Polish Hill was pretty much in their back yard. I know that there was a ball field behind the house. Unfortunately the house was torn down in the late 70’s and remains a vacant/parking lot.

His Uncle (spelled Turlick for some reason) had a store almost right across the street  from St. Joseph’s .

My Great-Grandfather was Steve Turlik as well – he followed his brother immigrated somewhere around 1910(?) and married Anna Frenna (1914?) who was born in Ohio but had moved to Duquesne.

Frank Fiori

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I am from McKeesport, now living in NJ, but hung out a lot in Duquesne in 65.  I remember walking up the big hill which was the first left after the bridge. Can’t remember the names of those streets, but I never worried about getting jumped or anything. That last section of the avenue before entering the bridge back had row houses with really nice friendly people.  Now, I’m trying to reconnect with Sharon Nestor. We worked together at Balsono’s, dated on and off and saw her last at her wedding reception at the Duke. She graduated in 65.  Also Sandy Cherpak, Marliss Reuigg and Sue Valco. I’m sure I’m missing a few. Pass on my email address to anyone who’s interested. Thanks.

Ed Praysner

edpraysn@optonline.net

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My husband John Yarosik was looking on your website and found the name Barbara Wirth who was in the 5th grade picture of Holy Name.  I have/had a sister whose name was Barbara Wirth.  In the blog you said that her brother was Ross.  Was he older than Barbara?  This probably is not the same person but I was just curious.  She would have been the same age as my sister.

My husband really enjoyed looking at the website and he graduated with Frank in 1962 from Duquesne High School.

Thank you,

Dannette Yarosik

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4I was visiting Mom this past week and had a chance to take a few photos. Seems they’ve paved paradise and put up a parking lot where the War Memorial once stood, at the corner of 4th and Grant.

They did remove the brass plaque with names of WWI veterans KIA and there is now a much smaller memorial with with plaques remembering vets from WWII, Korea and Viet Nam located in a park next to the Municipal Bldg. between 2nd and 3rd Sts.

So, regarding Alan’s post about the ball, we may never know that story. But since it was erected as a WW I memorial, I doubt any of us were there for the dedication…

Dad never passed a chance to relate this amusing story about the MUNICIPAL BUILDING: I don’t remember the names of the people involved and that’s probably a good thing.

Seems one of the Mayors managed to get a relative a position on the police force who was well known and having less that average intelligence. One day a stranger approached him and asked if he knew where the Municipal Building was located. The officer thought an few minutes and replied, “Duquesne’s a small town and we might not have one of those. You better ask them over there at City Hall…”

Lou Andriko

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Hello Jim . . . You have created a Time Machine with your website !  When I get onto your site (and spend hours viewing it) it transports me to another place and time in my existence.

I grew up on Polish Hill – the West Mifflin side (Sylvan Ave – close to the playground). My Dad was Andy Cheke and his family mostly lived on Polish Hill (Edgewood Ave).  I have a cousin Robert (Bobby) Cheke that may be about your age – I am 57 years old and he was older than me but I am not sure how much older.

My mother (Audrey) had a lot of relatives in Duquesne – her Dad was a Kosko and her Mother was a Kapolka , and she had 3 brothers – Richard (Koke) , Ronald (Dewey) , and Regis (there were a few pictures of him on your website – sports). I now live in Bedford County PA and I am a retired school teacher (Science) . . . I was mis-placed when the steel mills went under in the early 80’s . . . long story but good ending (by the way I enjoyed your article on “The Ship Hotel” . . . I live about 10 miles from where it used to be.

As a kid , I do remember Butler’s and Gallagher’s Stores , but I also remember Balchunos’sgallaghers interior Store (I’m sure that is spelled incorrectly – we referred to the store as “Baldies”) – great for penny candy selection – located on Grant Avenue (upper) near “The Dip Cafe”. On Polish Hill we had a little store called “Gazella’s” – she was a Burtus and she made and sold homemade fudge in the store – good stuff.  Also , I remember Sydney’s Store because we went to St. Hedwig’s Church , and Sydney’s was across the street from it AND he was the only store open on Sunday (to get candy , of course) since he was Jewish – at least that is what I was told as a kid.

I have a sister who still lives on Polish Hill – Lori Lippai , retired Postal Worker , her father-in-law was Charlie Lippai (deceased) , and so I do go back and visit “The Emerald City” (HA ! HA !) now and again . . . BUT I prefer to be transported by your Time Machine back to the Duquesne that I remember during those earlier years of my life !  Keep Up The Good Work AND Thanks A Bunch !

Andrew  F. Cheke  (Drew)

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Dear Jim,

My name is Melody Hamel.  I am a Pittsburgh native currently on assignment for Bayer in Germany.

I am planning a memorabilia book for my mother’s 80th birthday next year.  My grandfather, Jim “Ham” DeBasi and his brothers George “Babe” and John, played sandlot football in the 1920s.  They played under the name “Kelly” because the team was supposed to be all Irish.  They may  have played for  teams such as Paul Muzzio’s West View, Duquesne Apprentices, McKeesport Olympics, and Lou Conley’s Valley Strip of Lawrenceville.

I am trying to find photos of my grandfather and his brothers from those times.  I recall an article about Bill Gallagher’s former pharmacy that closed in 2011, and it had sandlot photos back to 1914.  Are you still in contact with him? Do you have any other ideas?  Thanks.

Sincerely,

Melody A. Hamel

Does anyone have any information or photos to share with Melody?

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A few more tidbits of information from The Duquesne Hunky – – – – – – – –

Mercurochrome cedricI recall dreading the treatment I would sometimes get from my mom when I would get a cut, scrape or bruise that was a bit worse than a simple “boo-boo!” Whenever such an injury would occur, Mom would gently was the area and then would use that modern day torture device known as mercurochrome. Of course, compared to iodine, I remember it as being less painful. However, as a child, it was FAR from comforting!!

I recently came across a picture of an old bottle of mercurochrome and realized that I had not seen it or heard about it for years. When I researched the web about, I found the following information on Wikipedia:

Mercurochrome is a trade name of merbromin. The name is also commonly used for over-the-counter antiseptic solutions consisting of merbromin (typically at 2% concentration) dissolved in either ethyl alcohol (tincture) or water (aqueous).

Its antiseptic qualities were discovered by Johns Hopkins Hospital physician Hugh H. Young in 1918.[2] The chemical soon became popular among parents and physicians for everyday antiseptic uses, and it was commonly used for minor injuries in the schoolyard.

The United States Food and Drug Administration (FDA) removed it from the “generally recognized as safe” and into the “untested” classification to effectively halt its distribution in the United States on October 19, 1998 over fears of potential mercury poisoning. Sales were halted in Germany in 2003, and in France in 2006. It is readily available in most other countries.

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There is a new movie that will be hitting the theatres soon that has several scenes that outofthefurnaceposterwere shot around the Pittsburgh area showcasing the steel mills. I watched the trailer for “Out of the Furnace” and immediately felt at home. As children  of “The Rust Belt,” I’m sure we all remember some of the sights, sounds and smoke that this film captures. The movie stars Christian Bale and Woody Harrelson and Forest Whitaker and begins in theatres on October 4, 2013.

To watch a short preview, just click below:

http://www.comingsoon.net/news/movienews.php?id=106371

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935129_357061311060811_417050447_nOverlooking several  cemeteries, Holy Name, St. Peter and Paul Byzantine Catholic, St. Nicholas Russian Orthodox, Holy Trinity and St. Hedwig, young Patti Salopek grew up. It appears that Patti and I share a common love for our hometown and our heritage.

Patti has launched a blog/website that I know you’ll enjoy. I have provided a link to the website in the BLOGROLL section in the right hand column of this page. Be sure to check it out. Great news, great posts and yet another great friend awaits. Just click on the link titled Patti!!!!

 

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Let’s Have Another Cup of Coffee

Amber Rain

 

When I think of home, I think of a place
where there was love overflowing.
I wish I was home, I wish I was back there.
Mid all the things I knew while I was growing.
‘Neath the amber colored night, sidewalks glistened gritty beauty,
When suddenly the raindrops that fall, had a mission, a duty
as they showered Duquesne, with a cool cleansing rain.

Maybe there’s a chance for me to go back
Now that I have some direction.
It sure would be so nice to be back home
where there’s love and affection.
And just maybe, I can convince time to slow up,
giving me enough time in my life, to grow up.
Time be my friend and let me start again.

That world is gone now and changed its face,
but I still know where I’m going.
My mind has been part of life’s foolish rat race,
and yet I’ve felt it growing.
I’ve learned that we must look inside our hearts to find
a world full of love, like our childhood’s kind,
Like Home
(Adapted from “Home,” by Charlie Smalls)

For some reason, I feel more homesick for the Duquesne of my childhood than ever. Perhaps it’s the result of several wonderful and positive comments that my blog recently received from all of you. It certainly made me feel that my efforts were worthwhile, and that more importantly, I was at least bringing a smile to someone’s face. I am overjoyed with the fact that The Duquesne Hunky Blog has had over 257,000 hits since its inception. Who would have thought!

Life PorchI tend to think of my posts at times as just some of the casual ramblings that friends and neighbors used to have while sitting around on a cool summer evening. Let’s just call them “Front Porch Conversations.”

As I got older, running and playing the outdoor games that children play at night became a thing of the past. Catching lightening bugs, hide and go seek or just the simple joy of chasing one another, gave way to spending idle time, with family, friends and neighbors.

All during high school and college, I spent so many summer days and/or evenings sitting on my Aunt Mary’s front porch at her home on Martin St. The porch was a shady retreat from the summer heat as well as a cool rainy day. Since the front and sides of the porch had heavy canvas awnings, we were always protected from the scorching sun and from the foulest of summer showers. I recall sitting for hours on end, talking about whatever Coffee 2crossed our minds as a steady stream of neighbors would come, sit a spell and then move on to other activities.

Coffee was always the beverage of choice regardless of the temperature. Somehow, sitting there chatting while drinking a hot cup of coffee, made the conversation sweeter. It reminds me of the story that someone forwarded to me years ago. It puts a smile on my face every time I read it.

 

On the first day of class, a university professor stood in front of his philosophy class with an empty mayonnaise jar.

Without saying a word to his students, he removed the lid of the jar and filled it with golf balls. When no more golf bars fit he closed the jar with its lid. He then asked his class, “Would you say that the jar is now full?” His students observed the jar and concluded that the jar was indeed full.

The professor then proceeded to open the jar up and started inserting marbles into the jar. The marbles started to fill the gaps between the golf balls. After sealing the jar, he asked his class once again if they thought the jar was now full. The class concluded that the jar was indeed now full.

The professor opened the jar a third time and started pouring in sand. Obviously, the sand started filling the gaps between the golf balls and the marbles. He then sealed the jar and asked his class a third time if the jar was full. His class chuckled and replied in unison, “Yes, it is now full!”

The professor opened the jar and emptied two small cups of coffee in the jar. The liquid had completely filled the gap between the golf balls, the marbles, and the grains of sand. He then began his lecture.

“I hope you realize that life is very much like this jar. The golf balls represent the important things in life, like God, family, loved ones, health, things that you care intimately about. If we lost everything else in life, our lives would still be ‘full’. The marbles are the other things in our lives that are important, but our happiness shouldn’t depend on them. Things like our work, our house, our car, etc. Finally, the sand represents everything else; the small stuff.

“If we were to have filled our jar up with sand first, there we wouldn’t have had enough room for the marbles or the golf balls. If we use all our life and energy on the small stuff, we won’t have any room for the important things.”

After a brief moment of silence, one of the students asked, “Professor, what does the coffee represent?”

“Ah, I’m glad you asked,” replied the professor. “It means that no matter how full your life is, there is always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.”

I think that the jar represents each person, and the way they choose to fill it represents their life choices. Sometimes, when I read it, I recognize that maybe I’ve given golf ball space to something that should be marble or sand sized. At any rate, it always gives me something to think about.

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Duquesne’s Buckos – THE ZEMPS

Since the Pirates are 4 games ahead of St. Louis in the Central Division this year, what better time to celebrate another winning team – THE DUQUESNE ZEMPS!

Since I began writing this blog, I have received many questions about the Duquesne Zemps. I have dug through countless issues of The Duquesne Times, and have found articles about the Zemps. Unlike the fanatical over-the-top obsession that the media has for sports teams today, The Duquesne Times offered a more subdued approach.

As I combed through the papers, I was able to discover that the Zemps originally were a sandlot team of guys that played on the Polish Hill fields. The team originated from a group of players in 1933. Most of the team members were first generation Americans whose parents primarily immigrated from Zemplinsky County in Czekoslovakia, thus the name ZEMPS.

1949 was a very good year for the team as the following articles will illustrate. There are many names that are familiar to me. My Uncle Sam (Carr) was a team member, and I vaguely remember him talking about some of his team mates. How many do you remember?

Enjoy!

7-1949

Total Article

Sept 1949

Finding photographs of the Zemps was a challenge. Despite their very successful 1949 season, I was only able to final a team photo of the 1951 team.

1951 Zemps

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TL – We’ll Never Forget

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Terrance “Terry” Lee Albert Trunzo
1942 – 2013

I just learned of some very sad news….

Only days ago, I posted of the reporting of Terry Lee’s (aka TL) diagnosis of lung cancer.

I am sad to report that Terry Lee passed away on Tuesday, July 30th. It is definitely and end of an era, and his passing will leave a huge hole in our hearts and in the memories of our youth.

To read Terry Lee’s obituary, CLICK HERE.

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Flashes of a Duquesne Yesterday

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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.

TO READ ENTIRE ARTICLE – CLICK HERE

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

REMEMBER WHEN…….

  • 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
  • Hi-Fi’s
  • 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
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