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How I fought Hitler

When I was born, America’s involvement in the war was still three years away, but Hitler was already well known and widely hated. Fighting him would come naturally, even to little kids. Fortunately, after the war ended, Hitler was forgotten, and his name was never again mentioned. Ha, just kidding!

Here’s how I did it.

How I fought Hitler, part 1 – Starting when I was in kindergarten or maybe first grade, we won the war by bringing in peach pits and tin cans. As the teachers explained it, peach pits were baked into charcoal and used in gas mask filters; tin cans were melted down into tanks. After both ends of the can were cut off and placed inside, I got to flatten my family’s tin cans by jumping onto them off a kitchen chair. Back then, cans were made of tin-plated steel, not the cheesy aluminum they use today. In my teen years, it was a benchmark  of strength to be able to fold a beer can in half with just one hand.

The U.S. paid for the war by selling war bonds. They sold for $18.75, and could be cashed in for $25.00 ten years later (that’s 2.9%). War savings stamps were sold as a way for kids to participate in the war as well. At my school, we were each given a booklet to be filled with 10-cent war savings stamps, with the goal of saving up enough to trade in for a war bond one day. I don’t recall the exact stamp-buying procedure, but if you showed up without your dime on the scheduled buy-and-paste day, teacher was not happy.

How I fought Hitler, part 2 – Here is a link to my recollections of the day the war was over, along with some other early childhood memories. Apologies for some bad language over there, but that Happened too.

How I fought Hitler, part 3 – I didn’t find out about this last way until 25 years afterwards. After my first son was old enough to be toilet trained, I asked my mother if she had any ideas on the ‘when’ and ‘how’. When the subject of ‘aiming’ came up, she became uncomfortable – she had always disapproved of the method, but admitted that when training me, my father had made it a game by having me pretend Hitler was in the toilet.

Nimm das, mein Führer!


Enough said.
WW I Austrian war bonds ad, “And you?”
Save those cans
Thinking ’bout an invasion

Striped Shirt, 1945

Courtesy Cincinnati Enquirer; better image here

I was on vacation between first and second grade. We were living at Uncle Jim’s house. One day all the grownups started acting crazy and laughing and hugging and hollering and crying. I asked them what was going on, and they said the war was over. I asked them who won, but they just ignored me. I ran up and down the front steps for a while. I knew it was important. I had on my brown and orange striped shirt.

Before we lived there we had our own house. A few other things happened. I got hit on the head with a rock. I broke my brother’s radio and looked at a girl’s hiney hole. Italian kids moved in and came to my kindergarten. I asked my mother what two very bad curse words meant. My father stopped coming home. My teacher made me hide my face in her lap. I had to clean the school steps with a bucket and scrub brush because I wrote on them. While I was scrubbing my mother walked by on her way to the store but she didn’t look over at me. I cut off the tip of my finger slicing bread and got a red wagon for not crying too much on the way to the doctor’s.

At Uncle Jim’s house I jumped off his garage roof with an umbrella. I broke off enough roof shingles to build a fort but he made them not punish me. He had his grandfather’s Civil War rifle hanging on a rafter in the cellar.

When we got our own house again I used to play under our dining room table and make believe it was my fort. There was a metal lever there to pull the two halves of the table tight together and I would slide it back and forth and pretend it was the speed control on a trolley car. I wrote ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ in chalk on the underside of the table and the day the movers took the table apart to bring it to our next house they walked past my brother and me with the words facing out and he laughed but didn’t tell anyone.

“Atom Bomb devastating” – an ocean of contemporaneous news coverage, courtesy Jamie Bradburn’s Tales of Toronto

Roomers

After the war was over, my brother Dick, Mom and I moved out of Aunt Elizabeth’s and Aunt Frances’s houses and into our own rented house on Linwood Place in East Orange. Grandma joined us there; I think she had been staying with Aunt Mabel.

With the troops coming home, there was a national housing shortage, and my mother decided to bring in some extra money by taking in roomers. They would have the large bedroom at the front of the house, and share the single bathroom with us.

Our first roomers were the Turners, a pleasant couple in their thirties. I was unaware of their nighttime activities because my room was at the far end of the house, but  apparently their lovemaking was so loud and frequent that my mother and grandmother came to doubt that they were married. The Turners were asked to leave, whether because of the noise or the not-being-married I don’t know.

Our next roomers were two girls in their early twenties, blond Charlotte and exotic Betty K. They formed a close friendship with my brother, then about 17, which ended when the three were caught by my grandmother “rolling around” on the double bed. There were no further roomers.


As you might guess, the shared bathroom was often in use when I got up in the morning to get ready for school . An empty milk bottle was kept on the top cellar step for when I couldn’t wait. Someone, I assume my mom, emptied and rinsed it later.

I once read a science fiction story about a town where there was a mysterious death-by-poisoning almost every day. The police were unable to determine how the victims ingested the poison. A mad scientist had developed a poison so strong that it remained effective no matter how much  it was diluted. Method of delivery? One drop in an empty milk bottle. After the bottle was picked up and returned to the dairy to be washed and refilled, enough poison remained to take another life. Do you see where I’m going with this? After reading that story, I imagined tiny amounts of my childhood pee distributed to milk drinkers across Essex County and beyond.

“Nature’s most nearly perfect food”

Duck and Cover

Screenshot from Duck and Cover, a 1952 film targeted at school children to instill the constant fear of nuclear attack by the Soviets. – Wikipedia

“The film starts with an animated sequence, showing a turtle walking down a road, while picking up a flower and smelling it. A chorus sings the Duck and Cover theme:

There was a turtle by the name of Bert
and Bert the turtle was very alert;
when danger threatened him he never got hurt
he knew just what to do …
He’d duck! [gasp]
And cover!
Duck! [gasp]
And cover!
(male) He did what we all must learn to do
(male) You (female) And you (male) And you (deeper male) And you!
[bang, gasp] Duck, and cover!“

I did not grow up with a “constant fear of nuclear attack by the Soviets”, and for that happy truth I thank the Orange, New Jersey school board, which made the curriculum decisions affecting me and my schoolmates. We did have some fear, but it wasn’t constant. I’d call it more of a low-grade background  concern, and a condition of life in the 1950s and ’60s.

We had only one duck-and-cover drill at Cleveland Street School, in sixth grade. I don’t recall being shown the Duck and Cover film, or getting any advance explanation for the drill, but one morning we were taught how to crawl under our desks and curl up in a ball. Our classroom was partly below ground level, with the window sills level with the asphalt playground outside. We were told that when we saw the flash we should not look out the window under any circumstances, but instantly get under our desks, facing away from the windows, which would shatter inward in just a few seconds when the blast wave arrived. We should  keep our eyes closed and curl up with clasped hands protecting our necks, tricky when your desk’s iron legs are bolted to the floor.

If we happened to be outside when we saw the flash, we should drop down next to a curbstone, or lie down next to a log (assuming the town’s pioneer settlers left some unused logs behind, which they had not).

We never discussed that drill – in class with the teacher, among ourselves, or with our parents. and we never had another one. I think someone on the school board decided they were pointless, stupid and frightening, and said let’s not do that any more.

There was plenty of other propaganda around to influence us; I remember drawing a picture of a falling atomic bomb I labeled “Happy Birthday Joe”, and it was not  Stalin’s birthday. Later, as a grownup, I would dream a few times a year of silo doors blasting open and missiles sailing out, whether their missiles or ours I never knew. These were not quite nightmares, I was a passive onlooker, but were not pleasant to wake up to at three in the morning.  After the Soviet Union collapsed and the Berlin Wall came down in 1989, the world felt safer and the dreams pretty much stopped.


During the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962, one of my customers asked if I had sent my family to stay with relatives at the shore, farther away from New York City, a likely target. He was wide-eyed and genuinely frightened, and couldn’t understand why I wasn’t frightened too. That was a good question – I think I just couldn’t believe that either the Russians or us would do anything so crazy.


Fallout Shelter signs were posted on most public buildings; many remain

From a 1963 Department of Defense internal newsletter:

THE SHELTER SIGN. How many really understand the real significance of those black and yellow markers? There are six points to the shelter sign. They signify: 1. Shielding from radiation; 2. Food and water; 3. Trained leadership; 4. Medical supplies and aid; 5. Communications with the outside world; 6. Radiological monitoring to determine safe areas and time for return home. … It is an image we should leave with the public at every opportunity, for in it there is hope rather than despair.

Miss Alice Smeaton – teacher, ballroom dancer

Our teacher, Miss Smeaton, got married! She was our fourth- grade teacher at Franklin School in East Orange. The kids all loved her, but none of them loved her more than I did.

One Monday morning she walked into our classroom a few minutes late. She looked so happy! She wrote a strange name on the blackboard: “Mrs. Niedenstein”. She told us she was married now, and that was her new name. She wrote it one more time up in a corner of the board so it wouldn’t get erased. She said some things about how nice her new husband was, and added that she was very happy, as if we couldn’t tell.

The class was quiet, and maybe a little confused at this change to their worldview. Speaking for myself, I think I was a bit jealous: would this interfere with my own relationship with Miss Smeaton? Actually, nothing changed for anyone – if anything, Miss Smeaton, I mean Mrs. Niedenstein, was nicer than ever. However, fourth grade came to an end, and we went on to fifth grade, with a teacher whose name I don’t recall, then on to sixth.

Part way through sixth grade, my family moved from East Orange to Orange, about a mile and a half between houses. Orange had different school days off than East Orange, and I used those extra days to visit Miss Smeaton in her classroom, where she found work for me tutoring a couple of the slower students. Those visits ended when the school year ended, and I never saw Miss Smeaton again.

Writing this 70 years later, I wondered how old she was when she married. Sadly, the way such research usually starts is with a look through the obituaries, and I found one for her husband and one for her. I also found something oddly affecting – I learned that her first name was Alice. I had never thought of Miss Smeaton as having a first name at all.

She and Norman were both about 40 when they married; probably his war service had put their lives on hold, like many others. Later, after they retired, they lived in Ocean Grove for 24 years. Norman died there at 85, then Alice moved to Florida to be near her relatives. She died there at 95.

Kids never think of their teachers as having a life outside teaching, and I guess I’m still a child in that respect: I was surprised, and happy, to read in her obituary that “she was an accomplished ballroom dancer and won numerous awards in dancing competitions.”

So here’s to you, Alice Smeaton Niedenstein, ballroom dancer, and in a way my first love. I hope your last days were peaceful and happy.


5-27-2002 legacy.com


9-4-1992, Asbury Park Press

Franklin School, now the Whitney Houston Academy

How things work

The Lever

Slotted bell crank drive

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I first visited the Newark Museum on a field trip from grade school. The mechanical models exhibit was perfect for a kid like me who always wanted to know how things worked.

The models, maybe 80 or 100 of them, were each mounted on a 15-inch square wooden panel. Each had a visitor-operated pushbutton to set it to work performing its own unique, pleasantly noisy motion.

The catalog described the exhibit as “a dictionary of mechanical movements”, and promised to show how one type of motion can be converted to another; and to answer such questions as “how can hundreds of pounds be lifted with a one-pound pull?”

Reciprocating rectilinear motion

Pulley lifts (block and tackle)

The exhibit was commissioned by department store magnate and philanthropist Louis Bamberger, and modeled on a 1928 exhibit at New York City’s Museum of the Peaceful Arts. The Newark Museum’s building itself was funded by Bamberger.

I spent many hours operating those models and studying how they worked. Sadly, a 1980s museum renovation removed the exhibit, and it no longer exists.

Ratchet wheels and drivers

Rotary into rectilinear motion

I didn’t grow up to be a mechanical engineer, but some of my jobs in the world of computing did come with the title software engineer. The only motion involved was the massaging and moving of invisible zeros and ones, much quieter than operating mechanical models, but still rewarding and fun.

Visitors to the Museum of the Peaceful Arts operating the steam-power group, 1930

All images courtesy allmyeyes.blogspot.com

Many thanks to graphic designer and artist Linda Eckstein, for her invaluable article on elemental kinematics, the motion of objects.

Superfund! (and why I care)

“On the morning of 15 October 1927, a dim, autumn day, a group of men foregathered at the Rosedale cemetery in New Jersey and picked their way through the headstones to the grave of one Amelia — ‘Mollie’ — Maggia. An employee of the United States Radium Corporation (USRC), she had died five years earlier, aged 24. To the dismay of her friends and family the cause of death had been recorded as syphilis, but, as her coffin was exhumed and its lid levered open, Mollie’s corpse was seen to be aglow with a ‘soft luminescence’. Everyone present knew what that meant.” –The Radium Girls, Kate Moore

Dial painters, 1922- courtesy Argonne National Laboratory

The  Radium Girls were factory workers who from 1917 to 1926 hand-painted watch and clock dials with a glow-in-the-dark paint called Undark. The paint’s luminescence came from the radioactive silvery-white metal radium, then a recent and exciting discovery. U.S .Radium’s managers and scientists were aware of the  paint’s dangers, but did not share that knowledge with the workers, who were encouraged to lick their brushes to bring them to a sharper point when applying the paint, ingesting tiny bits of radium. Some workers also painted their fingernails, hair and even teeth to make them glow at night. Within a few years, dozens of workers began showing signs of radiation poisoning.. They developed illnesses that included anemia, bone cancer, and necrosis of the jaw, known as “radium jaw”, which is as terrible as it sounds. By 1927, more than 50 had died.

At the Orange, New Jersey plant where the women worked, the company also extracted radium from raw ore, by a process called radium crystallization. Approximately half a ton of dusty ore was processed each day, with the radioactive waste dumped both on-site and off.

A 1981 gamma-radiation survey by airplane found about 250 sites throughout Orange, West Orange, and South Orange, many of them residential, where radioactive waste had been dumped or used as construction fill. Sites in Montclair and Glen Ridge were also contaminated, earning them their own Superfund designations.

The basements and adjacent soil of houses built using contaminated fill had to be dug out and replaced, with the contaminated material shipped cross-country for burial in Utah. At the site in Orange, the top 22 feet of soil had to be removed.

U.S. Radium had two other dial-painting sites, one in Illinois and one in Connecticut, that also required remediation.

EPA findings and actions

“In 1979, EPA and the New Jersey Department of Environmental Protection (NJDEP) initiated a program to identify and investigate locations within New Jersey where radium-processing activities had taken place. The former U.S .Radium Corporation processing plant was included in this program. In May 1981, EPA conducted an aerial gamma radiation survey covering approximately 12 square miles centered on the High and Alden Streets processing plant. This aerial survey located about 25 acres around the High and Alden Streets processing plant where elevated readings of gamma radiation were detected. This same survey identified areas of elevated gamma radiation in the nearby communities of Montclair, West Orange and Glen Ridge; the affected properties in these areas comprise two other Superfund sites, the Montclair/West Orange Radium site and the Glen Ridge Radium site.”  — July 2011 EPA Review Report, full text available here.

Why I care

During the early 1950s, starting at about age 12, I played often at that site, No one  knew about the  contamination, not for thirty more years. Then on June 25, 1979, the New York Times published an article titled “Radiation Found at Site of Radium Plant Dating From the 1920’s“.


New Jersey’s humble Second River (to locals, simply ‘the brook’) flows alongside the site on its way east from First Mountain to join the Passaic River and Newark Bay. Who knows how much radioactive  waste U.S Radium dumped into that little stream over the years? I played in that brook too, just a few blocks downstream, where minnows swam in the clear water.

I played in the yard between  the paint application building and the brook. Railroad tracks ran through the yard then, and there were usually one or two freight cars sitting there awaiting loading or unloading. Adjacent to the tracks were the too-grimy-to-play-on portable conveyor belts and sturdy bins of the neighboring Alden Coal Company. I enjoyed playing ‘railroad engineer’, climbing the rungs to the top of a car and twisting its parking-brake handwheel back and forth from one extreme to the other.

By then, the paint application building was occupied by Arpin Plastics, makers of the “Arpin 75 Special Repeating Water Pistol”. (I don’t know why anyone would buy a non-repeating water pistol .) They also made a Tommy gun, with greater water capacity and firepower. Weapons that didn’t pass inspection were tossed into a dumpster behind the building, from which they could be rescued and rehabilitated by anyone willing to put in a little effort.


Apparently I didn’t spend enough time at the site to develop any sort of radiation poisoning. Thanks for asking!

Recent (May, 2018) Google Earth view of the main Orange Superfund site. Per the EPA, remediation is “essentially complete” and the site is being  monitored . All that seems necessary is to add flowers and grass. Not sure what that wettish spot is.


Hand brake, Jason Stussy

Manufacturer’s ad for Undark, 1921 – courtesy Wikipedia

Anthracite

Coal delivery via chute, courtesy whippanyrailwaymuseum.net

We lived on the first floor of a two-family house in Orange. Each family had their own furnace and their own coal bin. For some reason, the builder put the bins at the rear of the cellar, unreachable directly from the street. When we got a  ton of coal, it had to be hand-carried around the building to a cellar window.

The driver and his helper took turns pouring coal from a chute in the truck’s tailgate into wire-framed canvas baskets slung on their backs, then carried them down the driveway and behind the house. There they dumped the coal down a metal chute that ran through a cellar window and into one of the bins. My bedroom was directly above the bins; one day we got a coal delivery on a school holiday, and I took a weird pride in learning I had slept through the racket.

Coal delivery the hard way, courtesy whippanyrailwaymuseum.net

I was in charge of stoking our furnace when I got home from school. That meant shaking the ashes down through the grates and adding fresh coal on top. If the fire was ever allowed to go out, that was a major failure on the stoker’s part, and a major project for a grownup to get a new fire started. The remaining ashes and cinders had to be removed by shaking them through the grates, then a new fire laid, starting with crumpled newspaper, then strips of wood, then a layer of coal, followed by a match and a prayer.

One afternoon I forgot to tend the furnace. By the time I remembered, it was five o’clock, and when I pulled open the furnace door to add coal the fire was almost out, the last few embers dull red. I piled on some coal anyway, hoping against hope, but after a few minutes I could see it wasn’t catching. I got the idea of adding a little turpentine from the Mason jar we kept to clean paint brushes in. Well, it proved not possible to add just a little turpentine, because when I started pouring, the jar instantly caught fire. I dropped it into the embers and WHOOMPH there went my eyebrows.

The idea worked fine otherwise, and by the time my mother got home, the furnace was working, the house was warm, and I had washed my face. I’m sure she noticed my eyebrows, but my family doesn’t ask questions.

Yogi

Here’s everything you need to know about Yogi Berra.

Yogi was a catcher for the New York Yankees. He charmed and puzzled the world with his child-like musings and malaprops.

“You can observe a lot just by watching.” – Yogi

He made enough money playing baseball to afford a nice house in Montclair. In fact, he made so much money that he could afford to buy a second refrigerator, just for beer, and get it installed on his front porch.

Two of the older guys from our corner worked part time delivering heavy appliances. They were thrilled that they’d get to meet Yogi.

They lugged the new refrigerator up the porch steps and got it over to where he wanted it. They made it level and plugged it in.

He gave them each a dime.

“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” – Yogi

No, you take it, Yogi. Take it straight to hell.

Vincent’s ear

“What’s the craziest thing you believed as a kid?” – reddit


I believed that Van Gogh cut off his ear in frustration when he was painting a self portrait and couldn’t get the ear right. To me as a kid,  it was the only logical explanation. I never discussed this with anyone, and believed it for a long time. There are many theories about why Vincent harmed himself, but the issue remains unsettled and the theories remain only that, theories.

I’ve seen varied accounts of exactly how much of his ear Vincent sliced off. When researching his Lust for Life biography of Van Gogh, author Irving Stone asked this question of Doctor Felix Rey, who treated Van Gogh in the hospital. The 2010 rediscovery of Rey’s response, which includes two drawings, gives us the answer: the entire ear, except for a small flap of the lobe.

Translated, the doctor’s comment next to the first drawing says “The ear was sliced with a razor following the dotted line”; the comment next to the second says “The ear showing what remained of the lobe.”

Along with the drawings, in his response Rey wrote

I’m happy to be able to give you the information you have requested concerning my unfortunate friend Van Gogh. I sincerely hope that you won’t fail to glorify the genius of this remarkable painter, as he deserves.

Roaring Twenties? No.

Early in January of 2020, I heard a television newsreader use the phrase “Roaring Twenties” to identify the new decade. It wasn’t her fault that it sounded dopey; she was only reading out the words written by some dopey newswriter. Please, anyone who’s trying to make “Roaring Twenties” happen, stop. The world already had a Roaring Twenties – it started a hundred years ago, it lasted ten years, and now it’s over. Based on what we’ve read in books and seen in a thousand black-and-white movies, it was a pretty good time to be alive, except of course for the last few months of the final year.

Maybe a few years from now, let’s say 2026, we can look back to see whether the preceding years were ‘roaring’ or not, then decide if we’ve been in “Roaring Twenties II” all along. Until then, if it really needs a name, let’s just call the decade we’re in now “the twenties”, or “the current decade”.

I have several photos of my parents taken in the 1920s, when they were in their twenties and in full flower.  The photos are puzzling – my working-class parents are wearing what look like expensive clothes, and in one case, special clothes just to ride horses. So, at one time there was money to spare – what happened? Did they go bust in the Crash, as so many others did?  I’ll never know. Meanwhile, I love this picture and seeing how happy they were then.


Later, during the 1930s and 1940s, my family wasn’t ‘poor’ – we were far from being  Dorothea Lange subjects. Even after my father flew the coop in 1943 and my mother had to go back to work, we got along just fine, maybe occasionally borrowing a scuttle of coal from the neighbors until payday and our next coal delivery.  After the next delivery, we returned the scuttle heaped  as high as possible. That’s what neighbors do.

I once emailed my brother a long question about our family, and part of his answer was that there was “a lot of history there that we will never find out about because everybody just came and went without doing much talking.” Yep, that’s my family.

Mom and Pardo before the Crash. They would last another 10 or 15 years

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Cousin Walter and the OSS

Cousin Walter wasn’t really my cousin, but I guess his being married to my real cousin Helen made him  sort of a cousin-in-law, as if there ever could be such a thing. (Yes, there is such a thing, I checked.) Walter was an intelligent, happy and patient man. He sold cars for a living.

1951 Chevrolet Styleline Deluxe, courtesy cinemagraphcollection

Walter had several brothers and sisters who died young from heart problems.  He was the only one left. Walter had his own worrisome heart problems, but was reluctant to get open-heart surgery. In the 1950s, open-heart surgery wasn’t far beyond the experimental stage, and had a high mortality rate.

One day after playing eighteen holes with his father-in-law Uncle Rob, he realized that during the round he had finished off an entire vial of his prescription nitroglycerin pills to stave off his chest pain .He decided to risk the surgery. It was a grand success, as proven by Walter living to be 87.


The 1920 U.S. census records show an oddity: according to the records, Walter’s parents were born in Russia but spoke German, and emigrated to the United States in 1909. At that time,  Europe’s national borders were fluid,  so “Russia” might have meant what later came to be called East Germany. Walter grew up speaking German.

During the war, he served with the U.S. intelligence agency Office of Strategic Services, the OSS. After the war, the duties of the OSS were assumed  by the newly-established CIA. Walter never talked about what he did in the war, but he most likely interrogated German prisoners, and perhaps committed ungentlemanly acts of war similar to what the CIA does for us today. Here is an href=”https://arsof-history.org/articles/v3n4_oss_primer_page_1.html”>an overview of the OSS’s  wartime  activities.

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After the war, Walter sold cars for a dealership in Nutley, keeping his eye peeled for clean trade-ins for his family. I bought a nice, sensibly-driven used 1951 Chevy through Walter. A few months later, I tested his patience  a bit when the car threw a rod on the Garden State and I got him to convince the dealership to repair it, even though it was well past its 30-day warranty.

After I enlisted in the army, I imposed one more time on ever-patient Walter, getting him to convince his dealership to buy back the car. Just one of the semi-unreasonable things that teen-age me expected people to do for him.

Thank you, Walter. You were a true patriot and friend.

Handouts from my uncles

I never got  an allowance and never asked for one, although I did steal money from my mother’s purse once, thirty cents to buy a pet turtle. I never lacked for anything that was truly necessary. My brother and I mostly wore hand-me-downs from our Uncle George’s youth; Grandma must have saved everything he ever grew out of – in my 3rd-grade class photo I am the only boy wearing knickers. In high school I wore George’s wartime Eisenhower jacket, proudly. Until I got my working papers, which New Jersey requires for anyone under 18 to get a “real” job, money for things I wanted came from doing odd jobs and getting small handouts from my uncles.

Eisenhower jacket, courtesy monstervintage.com

Uncle George spent his early career years working for Western Electric, helping build the Mexican telephone system. He was there so long that in his photos he looks Mexican, maybe because of the mustache. During WW II he was a Signal Corps major stationed in New Guinea, fighting the Japanese and taking occasional target practice against stacks of canned Spam .

After the war he returned to Western Electric, picking up his career where he left off. He had a good job and a bit of money, and he owned a grand old house on Park Avenue (the Park Avenue in Orange, not the one in New York) that was divided into several equally grand apartments. His house was three blocks from ours, and sometimes I’d be sent over there on a Saturday morning to get me out of my mother’s hair for a while. Sometimes he would give me a quarter, equivalent to about $2.50 today, for no particular reason. He knew my name, but for some reason always called me Sport. Maybe that’s what he called everybody.

When visiting him, I pretty much kept quiet (he was usually lying on the couch, hung over in a gentlemanly way) while I read through his New Yorker magazines and tried to understand why the tiny cartoons embedded in the text were not funny. I later learned that they were not really  ‘cartoons’, but just design elements to break up the text.

On one visit, I had recently read a magazine article about the excellence of Louisville Slugger baseball bats – how the wood was chosen, how carefully they were manufactured for maximum ball flight, etc. etc. Not owning a bat of my own of any brand, I tried to plant in George’s mind the idea of him buying me one. (I have a strange aversion to actually asking people for what I want.) Through the morning, I produced a slow trickle of factual nuggets from the article. Being hung over, he was uninterested in, and unmoved by, my low-key salesmanship. Bad timing on my part.

George had probably heard about my experience helping my father paint a house at the shore, and through my mother he asked whether I’d be interested in a job repainting the decks, railings and stairs of his apartment house. Yes, of course I was interested, and I spent many sunny days that summer working on his house. Aunt Louise kept me in iced tea and sandwiches as I painted my way through several gallons of battleship gray.

George and Louise met and married during the war; she was an officer in the WACs. The grownups in my family didn’t seem to like her very much; she may have been too boisterous for their tastes, similar to how they felt about my Aunt Sweetie, also an ex-WAC and a bit on the rowdy side.

Once all the painting was done, George shook my hand, said “Thanks, Sport!”, and handed me an envelope. When I got home and showed my mother how much was in it, she was astonished. How much did he give me? I don’t remember exactly, but it was a lot.

Uncle Bill, aunt Mabel’s husband, would give me a quarter once in a while too, for no particular reason. We didn’t see Bill and Mabel very often until Grandma started showing her age and went to live with them; then the two families would trade her off on weekends, with Bill driving back and forth from their house in Livingston. I  especially enjoyed the drive back down the mountain; coming down Northfield Avenue at night there was, and still is, a spectacular view of Manhattan, stretched out and sparkling 15 miles away.

Bill was a production foreman at the Ford plant in Mahwah. He was not Italian, but I came to think of him as a gavone, a word I picked up from my neighborhood friends, defined as:

Cafone (also caffone, gavone)
Noun
1 A labourer; a peasant, especially one who is Italian or of Italian descent.
2 slang Especially in Italian-American usage: a coarse-mannered person; a low-life, a lout. – Lexico

That opinion was solidified when he came into our kitchen once after bringing Grandma home, hawked up a big one, and spat into the sink. I was offended, and without thinking gave him the stink eye. He responded with a sneer and after that, the Uncle Bill revenue stream dried up.

Harassing Hitler

Detail, Captain America

After the war, one day while I was in Michigan visiting my Uncle Bert and his family, I was nosing around in their cellar. On the top shelf of a wire rack over in one corner was a pile of almost-new comic books.

I have complained elsewhere here that there wasn’t any reading material in that house, at least not out in the open and available to me, other than Bert’s illustrated book of chicken diseases. But I forgot that beautiful stack of comics, which  starred mostly WW II-era superheroes.

They seemed to have a common theme – at least one story in each issue had that comic’s hero slapping, punching, kicking, knocking down or otherwise humiliating either Hitler or Japan’s General Tojo. Mussolini didn’t suffer anywhere near the abuse the other two Axis leaders did, probably because Italy surrendered in 1943 and was a non-player for the rest of the war.

Superheroes were not the only abusers of the three Axis leaders and their armies; punishment could also be dished out by comic-strip celebrities such as heavyweight boxer Joe Palooka, or the band of rowdy grade-school boys known as the Commando Cubs.

As I read the stories, I had a fleeting thought that if a comic book writer could get a character close enough to Hitler to punch him in the face, why not just kill him? But I realized, since the war had already been over for three years, killing Hitler early would have put the world out of balance and messed up the space-time continuum, or something like that. Also to the downside, that writer’s superhero would have had one less villain available to humiliate in  future issues. Finally, if our many years of post-war exposure to all forms of popular media have taught us anything, it is this: killing Hitler early always leads to unanticipated and undesirable consequences.

Outcomes, sans superhero intervention
  • After Italy surrendered in September 1943, Mussolini was dismissed from office by King Victor Emmanuel and imprisoned. He was soon freed by the Germans and restored to power as Hitler’s puppet. In April 1945, he was captured by Italian communists and executed by firing squad, then his body strung up for display. In a way, the terrible abuse inflicted on his corpse by the Italian people might be said to counterbalance his relatively light treatment in the comics.
  • Hitler committed suicide as Russian forces closed in on his bunker in April 1945.
  • Tojo attempted suicide as he was arrested by American soldiers in September 1945, but survived. He was hanged for war crimes in December 1948.

Here are some comic book covers from the internet.



Whistle while you work,
Hitler is a jerk.
Mussolini bit his weenie
now it doesn’t work.
– Carl Sandburg

6,350,400 cans of beer on the wall…

My mother had connections with New Jersey politicians and businessmen through her position at the Newark Athletic Club. Among them were the officers of People’s Express Trucking, and she got me a summer job with People’s the year I turned 17. Once she had thought she might get me an appointment to West Point through the same connections, but that dream died as I lost interest in “applying myself” to my lessons.

As background, problems at Schlitz’s Milwaukee brewery have impacted production, and the company is shipping, by rail, a few million empty beer cans for filling. The role of People’s Express is to get the cans off the freight cars, onto trailer trucks, and then to the local Schlitz brewery. My role, and that of several other youths, is to do the actual work.

International Harvester, Cars-from-UK.com

The first day, we meet with our crew chief at the People’s Express offices on Raymond Boulevard. Three of us will drive an International Harvester pickup truck daily to the railroad yards in Williamsburg, Brooklyn; the others will drive in with the crew chief in his car. I volunteer to drive the truck,  I’ve had my license for almost three months now, I like driving and have lots of confidence. I was unaware that by law one must be 18 to drive in New York City, but the subject never came up.

The Williamsburg rail yards are about 15 miles away: across the Jersey swamplands, through the Holland Tunnel, across lower Manhattan, over the Williamsburg Bridge, then into Brooklyn to the yards.

Red and green together mean yellow

Traffic lights in Manhattan come in two colors , red and green. If the red comes on during a green, that’s the same as a yellow, act accordingly. The system worked fine; I don’t know why they changed it.

The Williamsburg bridge is old and narrow, it was built for horse-and-buggy traffic. It’s difficult to drive our truck through the tighter spots without scraping a running-board; I do that about once a week.

On the return trip to Newark, the traffic is generally worse.

Canal Street across Manhattan is always stop and go;, when it’s bad we seem to tie for speed with the pedestrians. One day we are neck-and-neck with a gorgeous woman walking with a man, they get ahead, we get ahead, as we breathe teenage sighs and make comments among ourselves about her ass. Uh-oh, he’s heard us! He walks up to the passenger window. What if he has a knife?!  He speaks… “Would you boys like to fock her?” Relieved, we explain that no, we have to get back to Newark.

One day we are stuck inside the Holland tunnel for so long that we unzip and whiz into the vents along the curb.

In the rail yards, freight cars are jockeyed around to align their center doors with our work platform. There are 48 empty 12-ounce Schlitz cans in each cardboard case. After we build a pallet of 35 cases (seven tiers, five cases per tier, 3 x 2 then 2 x 3, alternating), we use a pallet jack to get it into a trailer, 28 pallets per trailer; lather, rinse, repeat, it isn’t rocket science. We fill about three trailers a day.

Not beer, but you get the idea

We fall into a routine; on our morning break we have grape soda and pastries or pie. At lunch, we buy sandwiches and more grape soda, or beer, then sit on the end of an East River dock to look over at the Manhattan skyline and watch what floats by. A visitor from England once said about the East River, “All you Americans seem to do is defecate, fornicate, and eat oranges.” I would have said bananas.

We are sometimes drunk. The college guy has a ‘bit’ he does, I guess it’s a fraternity thing. He stands in the middle of Kent Avenue, drops his pants, and shouts “I KNOW ABOUT THAT, LADY, BUT WHAT ABOUT THIS?” Near the end of the summer he falls out of a freight car and breaks his arm.

Our truck has an on-the-floor gear shift, nothing new to me, but I’ve been using it wrong. Believing it’s a standard H pattern, I think I am shifting 1-2-3, 1-2-3 like normal people do, when actually I’ve been shifting 2-3-4, 2-3-4 for two weeks. So far, I’ve never needed reverse. One day they send me to get something at the hardware store. I park behind someone, and when I try to back up to leave, what is reverse for normal H people is actually low-low for me, and I keep creeping up on the car ahead. I finally go back inside and ask for help. The man behind the counter comes out to show me, and I learn that I also have to push the stick down at the same time to get over and down to R. Ohh, I say, thanks! I get back to the yards with no one the wiser.

We work six days a week and when the loadings seem to get behind, we are asked to come in on a Sunday. People’s Express manager Mr. Bruno drives up in his top-of-the-line baby-blue Cadillac to supervise and help us. He’s wearing sandals and some sort of crotchless wrap-around terry loincloth, and that is all. Every time he bends over to pick up a case,  his nuts hang out. Two NYPD officers arrive, they see Mr. Bruno’s outfit and look at one another. They have been sent here on a blue-law complaint: non-emergency labor is not allowed  in New York City on Sunday. Mr. Bruno tries to talk them out of it, but oddly enough gets no respect; we pick up and go home.

We finally run out of empty cans, but there is still some summer left. People’s is nice enough to transfer the crew to the Continental Can Company, which I guess is some sort of sister company that shares directors with People’s. Continental Can, whose logo of three nested C’s can be found everywhere, is located in Paterson, New Jersey. Here, we are introduced to the Steam Jenny.


Part 2: My summer of Jenny

Modern pressure cleaner, used. Courtesy Auctions International



A 1950s-era steam jenny burns kerosene to boil water to make steam to clean dirty trucks and whatever else. It’s dangerous, and if you don’t get burned by the steam, or knocked off your ladder by the nozzle kickback, it might blow up because you neglected some element of its care and feeding. Attention, attention must be paid to such a machine; this is drummed into our heads over and over by a wizened yard worker who seems genuinely afraid of the thing. Jeez, we get it, enough! Maybe he’s seen some steam-jenny carnage in his day.

We train by using the jenny to blast steam up and down the sides of a particularly dirty trailer; we use a housepainter’s ladder to get on top and clean there too. The company finds enough jenny work for us to last out the summer; we are careful, and somehow we survive.


From Google, top answer to steam jenny safety tips

People also ask

Can a pressure washer cut your finger off?

Because he received near immediate treatment at the emergency room he was able to keep his index finger, although some of its function was lost. It doesn’t matter if the fluid is water, grease or paint – all can cause permanent damage and even amputation when injected at high pressure.


Through the summer, we have been paid as grown men; we even get  time-and-a-half for overtime. Those big paychecks spoil me for going back to school: why go back to pointless boredom when I can be earning good money instead? I don’t attend school very much during my senior year, and I drop out towards the end. I do stop in to pick up my yearbook, though, and years later I have an observant visitor who wonders why no one ever signed it. That’s a long story, I say.

Roadside memorial

Indiana

There’s a tree here in town just where the road starts a gentle curve to the left. It still has a scar from a drunk driver crashing into it 50 years ago. The car was packed with high school kids headed from one graduation party to the next. Some were killed, the rest injured. I didn’t know about the accident until I drove past years later with someone who had been in that class. She  pointed out the tree and told me the driver’s name. He survived, and it turns out I know him. When I see him in town now, I try to avoid him.

There is no memorial at the spot, maybe there never was. The accident happened in the 1960s, and I don’t recall ever seeing any roadside memorials anywhere back then.

I like the idea of roadside memorials. Families and survivors usually place them near, or attach them to, any fixed object involved. They cause passers-by to think about how the memorial came to be, and in my opinion they probably save lives. It’s not always drunk driving that leads to roadside memorials, sometimes it’s just inattention or stupidity. Someone wrote a letter to the editor calling for all trees to be removed from the median of the Garden State Parkway, because people kept running into them and getting killed.

Some people don’t like the memorials because they can be tacky and garish. There’s a telephone pole across town that commemorates a more recent fatal accident. It’s covered with ribbons, photos and cheap plastic flowers. It’s directly across the street from someone’s house, and I know I wouldn’t want to see that out my front window every day.


The memorial I remember best wasn’t meant to be a memorial at all, it was simply a wrecked car put on display as a caution to young soldiers on my army post. The accident left the car mangled and lying on its roof, and it took a while to wrench it open and free the survivors.

Someone at headquarters had the idea of leaving the car on its roof and flatbedding it onto the post as an exhibit. There was a small rise just past the entrance, and the car was installed there, still on its roof, almost like an art exhibit, and allowed to ripen in the summer heat.

Over the next weeks, every soldier on the post was marched over to view the wreckage. Our NCOs made sure we got close enough to get a good look. In the silence as we reacted, we could hear flies, hundreds of them, buzzing around inside the car, attracted to the blood and vomit still pooled on the headliner. I don’t think anyone who saw and smelled that car will ever forget it.

Wear your seatbelts, kids. And don’t drive drunk.



These photos are from Bruce Wicks’ flickr album Roadside Memorials . There are over three hundred so far.

Among the bungalows

Bungalow colony, unknown artist. Courtesy merry3mnbpostcards, ebay.com

At its peak, the New Jersey resort town of Mount Freedom had eleven hotels and over 40 bungalow colonies. I wish I had better pictures, but the Catskills seem to have gotten all the photographer love.

I had a wholesale baked-goods route selling  pastry and such, similar to what Entenmann’s sells today. My two customers in Mount Freedom, Max Shiffman and Hesh Steinberg, owned competing grocery stores about a mile apart.

Deserted colony, 2007, courtesy Carolyn via flickr.com

Max was the more enterprising of the two, bringing his wares direct to the customers. He filled his Volkswagen bus with baked goods, coffee, eggs, laundry soap and anything else he thought vacationers might need, and circulated through the colonies.  On Friday morning I would leave a double or triple order with Max – weekend sales were brisk because all the hard-working fathers came down from the city to visit their families. Dugan products were kosher, so that helped too.

The 1999 film  ‘A Walk On The Moon’ features life in a similar colony in the Catskills. We can consider Max a counterpart to the film’s Viggo Mortensen “Blouse Man” character. While Max sells pies and cakes to vacationing Holocaust survivors, Blouse Man’s truck is fitted out as a general store where he sells sexy blouses to frustrated housewives like Diane Lane. 

Max had a wife who watched the store while he was out on his rounds, but Hesh did not, so Hesh’s business was limited to walk-in trade from the nearby bungalows. A while back I wrote about a memorable experience I had at Hesh’s when I accidentally disrupted a transaction.


With the construction of the Garden State Parkway came easy access to the Jersey shore and its nearby communities, and Mount Freedom began to fall out of favor as a vacation spot. The bungalows, built for occupancy only between May and September,  were eventually classified as substandard housing and demolished, leaving only fond memories.

Transaction

In the 1960s, the Morris County resort town of Mount Freedom was booming. The town catered to Jewish clientele from New York and Brooklyn, many of them post-war refugees from Europe.  The town competed with the Catskills’ “Borscht Belt”, with a half-dozen hotels and more than 40 bungalow colonies.

I had a wholesale route for Dugan’s Bakery. One of my customers was Hesh Steinberg, who owned a grocery store convenient to the bungalows.

One day as I walk into Hesh’s  to get his order, I see that he is concluding a sale to a dark-haired young woman. Because Orthodox Jews may not have physical contact with the opposite sex unless they are married, Hesh will deliver any change by dropping it into her palm.

Wearing my company’s gray uniform, I step next to her to wait my turn.

She sees that I see the numbers on her outstretched arm and  snatches her hand back. Her change rolls on the counter.

Guns N’ Riots

In The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, Clint Eastwood says to Eli Wallach: “There are those of us with guns, and those who dig. You dig.”

When we first were married, Mimi and I lived on Pennsylvania Avenue in Newark. After a year or two, we moved to Highland Avenue, in the North Ward, near Branch Brook Park and closer to my job. The neighborhood was safe, but I wanted to have a gun. Actually, I had always wanted to have a gun, just on general principles.

One day, an ad in Popular Mechanics caught my eye: A .22 caliber 9-shot revolver, capable of firing the more powerful .22 LR long rifle cartridge, was available by mail for something like 30 or 40 dollars.

Similar advert

There was a catch, however: New Jersey residents needed a purchase permit signed by their local police department. Police departments don’t really want private citizens to have guns, and, considering the social problems of the day, I knew I’d be unlikely to get a permit from Newark.

Paperwork
To keep my car insurance down, I was using my mother’s address in Orange on my registration and driver’s license. I asked the obvious question, she said fine with her, and I filled out the application and took it to Orange police headquarters. In the “Purpose” section, I put “target practice” rather than “home defense”, which in New Jersey is a frowned-upon justification and less likely of approval. I also provided the names of two non-related character witnesses.

Progress was slow. I stopped at police headquarters every two weeks or so to ask about my application, which needed the chief’s signature. Each time, they told me “It’s on his desk”, and indicated a pile of paperwork literally on one corner of his desk. Finally, out of exasperation, when no one was looking I walked into the chief’s office and started leafing through the pile to see if my application was there. One of the cops saw me and asked what the hell I thought I was doing. I explained, and got escorted out of the building. But two weeks later, my permit came in the mail.

I sent for the gun, received it, bought some ammo, and spent an afternoon at the range. Satisfied, I cleaned it and put it away.

Similar H&R Model 949, courtesy gunsinternational.com

A neighborhood commotion
One evening there was shouting on the street in front of my house. I looked out and saw my neighbors gathered in a loose circle. At first I thought they were watching a fistfight, but they were watching one guy in his twenties menace another one with a hunting knife. The guy being threatened would edge away a bit around the circle, the guy with the knife would follow, always a few feet away, swinging the knife back and forth and thrusting it menacingly.

Remember, I was a young guy myself then, and I too was prone to doing stupid young-guy things. It seemed as though someone was going to get stabbed or worse, so I brought my shiny new gun out on the porch, fired a shot into the air, and yelled “break it up” or some similar nonsense. The circle did break up, but the guy with the knife came over to my bottom step and stood there looking like he wanted to come up and use it on me instead. I cocked the gun, making what seemed to be a very loud click, and leveled it at his chest. We stared at each other for a few seconds, then he walked away. Thank God he didn’t start up those steps, because I would have shot him dead for sure and probably gone to jail for it. We were both lucky.

So anyway. I went back inside and the cops came, but they didn’t come to my house. I found out later they only wanted to know who had the gun, nothing about the fight. My neighbors were the greatest: nobody saw nuthin’. I also found out that the fight started because knife guy thought unarmed guy had been tapping his wife.

I think my bullet ended up in Branch Brook Park, or maybe on the roof of Barringer High. Don’t shoot into the air, kids. Also, mind your own business.

Early unrest
Problems were developing in the neighborhood even before the riots. A local figure named Tony Imperiale formed the North Ward Citizens Committee to protect the neighborhood from “bad elements” and future looters. Committee members in fatigues made regular foot patrols, although I never saw one on my street. The committee was said to have an armored car and a helicopter.

When I came home one afternoon, my wife told me that while out with the baby-stroller she was accosted by four teenage girls. She was upset and afraid she wouldn’t be able to protect our children.

Coming home another day, I saw something remarkable – a mounted policeman on Park Avenue’s median strip, trying to control his horse and simultaneously swing his nightstick hard enough to discourage the girl attached to his leg and trying to pull him off.

A long-brewing fight between blacks and Italians broke out in the Barringer cafeteria and spilled onto the grounds. This was not a food fight, it was a cutlery fight, with knives and forks and trays, and the police arrived in force. Barringer was located one block before my street on the way home, and I saw the police presence and wondered what was going on. I learned something important that day – if you’re dressed for the part, you can go anywhere. I was still wearing the Columbo–style trench coat I usually wore to programming school when I walked over to have a look, fully expecting to be shooed away when I got too close. A clutch of detectives nodded as I walked past them, and I realized they think I’m a cop, too. (Another simple trick to go places you don’t belong involves carrying a clipboard.)

1967 riots
By the summer of 1967, I was working nights at the A&P warehouse and going to school during the day. When rioting broke out in July, the Watts riots of two summers earlier were still fresh in everyone’s mind, and we knew how bad it could get.

The next day, I drove my wife and sons to the shore to stay with her kind and generous Aunt Peg for the duration. When I got back that night, I took a quick drive around the neighborhood and saw jeeps and personnel carriers on Bloomfield Avenue, and armed National Guardsmen posted on street corners. After I parked, I took a careful look around before I got out and went inside. So far, all quiet in the North Ward.

I still had the attaché case I bought as a prop for my unhappy career selling mutual funds, and I began taking the gun to work and to school.

One night at the warehouse we were sitting out front taking a break, when racing down Frelinghuysen Avenue came a state police car, no lights, windows bristling with rifle barrels. A moment later there was a burst of gunfire, followed by “Halt!”

There was a lot of pointless arson. One night a warehouse worker ran up to the office, yelled “I have to go home, they’re trying to burn my house down” and continued out the door. He was talking about his apartment building.

Fixed bayonets on Springfield Avenue, July 14, 1967. Courtesy NY Times

1968 MLK disturbances
Next year, the assassination of Martin Luther King sparked riots in over a hundred cities. Fortunately, Newark was not one of them. We had only “disturbances”, including arson and heavy vandalism. Ultimately, nothing came to our end of town, but we remained anxious and alert.

Four days after Dr. King was killed, I went into New York City for a job interview, and saw painted on the wooden panels surrounding a building under construction, “DA KINK IS DEAD”. The pure evil and just plain meanness of that always stuck with me.

After I got the job and started riding the subway, I switched from my bulky attaché case to an un-jostle-able leather portfolio, basically a piece of black cowhide folded in half with a zipper.

Later that year there was some national news, I don’t remember what, that created an expectation of violence, and for a few days I carried the gun in my portfolio. One morning on the train to New York as I walked down the aisle looking for a seat, I noticed a black girl looking at me and smiling one of the friendliest smiles I’ve ever seen. I smiled back, and as I passed her she said “Cool, baby.”

After I took a seat, I realized the gun barrel had pushed through the portfolio zipper and was sticking out the front.

She knew who the sheriff was on that train.

Small fortune

Did I ever tell you about the time I was on a quiz show?

Merv with astronauts and their wives

I was the newest employee at my job, so I got last pick of vacation dates. I ended up with the third and fourth week of November. The weather was still pretty good, and Mimi and I took day trips into New York City – seeing a play, hitting the museums, wandering around taking in the sights while favoring the sights that were free. When we got to Rockefeller Plaza, we took the tour of NBC’s Radio City Studios, where we saw a taping of the game show Play Your Hunch. I’ll let Mark Evanier’s “TV relic” site, oldtvtickets.com (worth a visit) explain how the show worked. Thanks, Mark.

“Merv Griffin hosted for most of the run, and the show was pretty simple. Two teams of contestants (usually husband-wife) would be shown little puzzles, usually involving three people coming out on stage or three objects being unveiled. The correct answer to the question would be one of the three choices, which were labelled X, Y and Z. If you guessed right, you got points. That was it.”

After the taping, they invited anyone who wanted to be on the show and would be in town the next week to stick around. The next week was Thanksgiving, so not too many people stayed. Our interviewer liked us, and said to come back ready to play on Monday.

The show was broadcast in color, and male contestants were “strongly encouraged” to wear blue shirts, not white, because white sometimes confused early color cameras. I didn’t own a blue shirt, so before we left the building we visited the upscale shoppes on the first level. A camera-ready light-blue shirt was $30, about $25 more than I was used to paying, but we saw it as an investment.


On Monday, we chatted with the other contestants in the hour or so before the show. The first couple we would play against were a pleasant brother and sister from Australia, traveling the world as a gift from their father.

Another pair of contestants was a country clodhopper and his wife,  in the city for the first time. They had tickets for the musical Purlie Victorious, where “Purlie” is the lead character, and the wife was quite excited. Her husband kept calling it “PURELY Victorious”, what a rube. I mean, I’m from New Jersey, so I don’t have anything to brag about, but at least I crack a newspaper.


Wally Cox. What’s not to love?

Before the show, Mimi and I got to meet some of the celebrities who would present the “problems”, as the show’s puzzles/games were called. Among them was Mitch Miller, who was later instantly recognized by our one-year-old watching at home (“Mehh Mrrrr!”, according to his grandmother). We also met Minnie Pearl of the price-tagged bonnet (“Howw-deeee!”), and shy science teacher “Mister Peepers” Wally Cox, who seemed to share a mutual attraction with Mimi.

As the show begins, host Merv chats a bit with the contestants. I’m not good at small talk, but Mimi covers for me nicely. I think Merv made a little dig about our chat imbalance, but maybe I’m too sensitive.

The contestants played their hunches, solving puzzles such as which of three students crossing the stage wearing graduation robes and oversized placards identifying them as student X, Y, or Z is transporting a stack of books between his knees. Yes, it was dumb.

Wally secret-signaled Mimi that the Swedish word “blyertspenna”, a word he enjoyed repeating, meant “pencil”, so we won that round.

We sailed along pretty well, but all good things must come to an end, and on the third day we were defeated by “Purely Victorious” and his smarter wife.


In the two years before Play Your Hunch first went on the air, a number of scandals revealed that some game shows were rigged.

The revelations eroded public trust and ended an era of prizes that for some shows could exceed $100,000. Play Your Hunch was never intended to be a big-money show, and for our run we took home $375, about four months’ apartment rent, so not too shabby.


No one foresaw the Game Show Network getting rich off reruns of old quiz shows, so the shows often reused their tapes, writing over earlier episodes again and again – what a loss. A few Play Your Hunch episodes have survived, making it to YouTube or a DVD collection, but apparently none of the ones we starred in. I recently spent some time on YouTube looking so you wouldn’t have to, and saw:

• Three  pretty young women wearing knee-length puffy dresses take the stage, and the puzzle  is announced:

“ONE OF THESE WOMEN” (you have my attention)
“ISN’T” (isn’t what?)
“WEARING ANY” (I am giddy, oh please please please)
“STOCKINGS” (feh, what a disappointment)

After someone hunches a hunch, the women, one at a time, pull a pinch of stocking away from shapely calves, but one of them cannot, BECAUSE SHE ISN’T WEARING ANY.

• I get a twinge of nostalgia when on another show I see a model dangle as a prize my favorite piece of 1960s techno-candy, the “Polaroid Highlander Model 80A Instant Camera”.

• On another episode, Merv flirts outrageously with the one songwriter out of three who wrote that year’s big Elvis hit.


“As Seen on TV”

• We were seen by my Dugan’s Bakery customer Mr. Bryan, who owned a grocery store where routes 46 and 10 intersect, at Ledgewood Circle in far-off  Succasunna, New Jersey.

• Tony Imperiale, a neighbor who formed the North Ward Citizens Committee to protect our section of Newark from “bad elements” and future looters, shouted “I saw you! I saw you!” and waved madly from behind the fish counter at Food Fair.

• Jack Moore, a cousin on my father’s side who jumped into Lake Mohawk to save three-year-old me after I fell off the dock, called from Texas to congratulate us and say we looked great.

We have more friends looking out for us than we realize.

Pep talk

Woman Holding a Fruit, Paul Gauguin

In the tiled passageways connecting New York City subway lines are colorful posters advertising businesses and products. One endorses The New School, a progressive university in Manhattan with a goal of supporting continuing education. Above a lush Gauguin painting, it counsels “IT’S NOT TOO LATE”, and reminds  commuters that “At 35, Paul Gauguin was a stockbroker.” In the margin, someone has written “At 35, Mozart was dead.”

Valhalla

On one of the patriotic holidays, I decide to visit the grave of Gordon Gilchrest, my senior vice president when I worked at the Continental Insurance/Insco data center in Neptune. The Find-A-Grave website has lied to me; when I arrive at the advertised cemetery, he’s not there. I learn that he was cremated there, but his ashes were relocated by his family to Valhalla, New York. A helpful woman at the Kensico Cemetery there sends me scrupulous directions, along with a plot map. Maybe I’ll take a ride up to Westchester County this fall.

Rather than a “father figure”, Gordon always seemed to me more like a grandfather figure. Whenever I was called to his office to discuss some company business, we generally spent an extra 20 minutes covering his latest round of golf. He knew that I had been a caddie as a youth, but not for how long, and assumed incorrectly I had something beyond the most rudimentary knowledge of the game,

I learned very little about golf as a caddie, faking my way around the course carrying bags for leathery old ladies, and had never played a round myself.  With Gordon, mostly I just listened to his play-by-play (“The 13th there is a dogleg left…”) and nodded as he broke open his second pack of Luckys that day.

Gordon had been in the Marines, fighting in the Pacific as a young second lieutenant. He and his platoon had fought their way through the Japanese defenses of several “stepping-stone” islands, taking bloody losses. He hated the Japanese, and years later if we had visitors from Continental’s Tokyo office or from a Japanese company trying to sell us some computer gear, he made sure to be out of the office that day.

One day there was a mix-up, and a delegation from the Tokyo office arrived in the executive suite without anyone having warned Gordon. During the introductions and pleasantries, one young visitor asked “Have you ever been to Japan, Gordon?” Gordon simply answered “yes”, and after a few minutes left the building.

Gordon and the party line

Gordon, my boss’s boss at Continental Insurance, was a Scotsman, and he met the Scottish stereotype for thriftiness. In addition to leasing our computers, he oversaw the company’s phone services, including those of the computer room and branch offices, and paid the bills. He was a talented manager of the company’s money, and of his own.

He lived in Brielle, an upscale town at the Jersey Shore. One day he told me he had asked the phone company to set up his home service as an old-fashioned party line, getting a monthly discount.

I knew how party lines worked from visiting my uncle’s farm as a kid in the 1940s. A single line, a length of wire,  was shared with several neighbors. Each neighbor had their own unique incoming ring code, such as two longs and three shorts.

When an incoming call arrived, the code rang on every phone on the line. If it was your code, you answered. If it wasn’t, and you were nosy, you could quietly listen in. Anyone else on the party line could listen in, too.

To make a call, you picked up the phone and hoped to hear the operator say “Number, please.” If instead you heard a neighbor talking, you tried again later.

I didn’t understand why Gordon would want to put up with all that uncertainty just to save a few dollars. He explained that no one else in Brielle would ever want to be on a party line, so for him it was a private line, at a reduced price. Gordon was always one step ahead.

Red Scare

First English printing, 1966

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In 1967, Mimi asked her sister to babysit and we took a ride to Montreal to visit that year’s World’s Fair, also known as Expo 67. As we wandered through the different countries’ pavilions, we came to a table loaded with stacks of the first English translation of Chairman Mao’s Little Red Book. I instantly wanted my own copy of that much-reviled and radical book, partly out of curiosity but mainly because I didn’t think I was supposed to have one – what was the big mystery? The Chinese ladies staffing the table happily took my fifty cents, and the Cold War ended. Well, not quite yet.

Mimi was not comfortable with my purchase, and, referring to the authorities we’d have to face when we crossed the border back into the United States, worried “What if they find it?” I didn’t expect I’d have to appear before the House Un-American Activities Committee if they did find it, but back in 1967, who knew? Before we started home, I hid it in the trunk of the car, under our literal dirty laundry.

I left the book on my bedside table and read a little bit off and on; it was interesting in parts but kind of a slog. I wonder what my brother would have thought, given that he had been an infantryman fighting in Korea when the Red Chinese started streaming across the border to reinforce the North.

Soviet pavilion, courtesy westland.net,
more at westland.net/expo67/map-docs/ussr.htm

Researching pictures for this post, I was surprised to find that the People’s Republic of China, mainland “Red” China, did not host a pavilion at the fair. So where did I get that book? Probably at the Soviet Union pavilion, the most popular one there.  I think the Russians likely shared some  of their exhibition space with their Marxist comrades. Wherever it was, the space was decorated with heroic propaganda posters exhorting the citizenry to increase production in all things.

In unrelated Expo 67 news, I remember trolling an exasperated staffer at the Bell Telephone pavilion over whether dialing the newfangled “pushbutton phone” being demonstrated was  really faster than the rotary model, and if so, was that bit of speed important?


The Mao book did eventually cause a problem, I believe. My cousin Barbara lived out in southwest Jersey somewhere toward the Delaware River, so family get-togethers were seldom. However, at Barbara’s husband’s funeral Mimi and I renewed our friendship with her, and we invited her and her teenage daughters to visit us. One day they did, and after lunch, the two girls went upstairs to change for the beach.

In a few minutes, they came back down and had a quick huddle with their mother, who then made some not-very-convincing excuse to leave and the three departed, never to be heard from again. What I think happened was that while doing some normal teenage-girl snooping, they saw the Mao book on my bedside table. This is just a theory, I never shared it with my wife, but why else would they leave in such a hurry?

Anyone who isn’t scared off by now can read a dozen or so selected quotations here. See you at re-education camp!

“Five interesting facts about me for Alex”

Alex Trebek, 1940 – 2020

Back when the connection from my brain to my mouse and keyboard  was faster, I always took the online Jeopardy! entrance test when it came up. I think I usually passed, but they don’t tell you unless you’re selected for an audition, and I never was.

To me, the contestant-interview part of the program is usually boring; some viewers even fast-forward it. I resolved not to be fast-forwarded, and to have the required “Five interesting facts about me for Alex” ready well in advance.

They were:

  • Three-day winner with wife on 1961 Merv Griffin’s Play Your Hunch
  • Convinced my grandmother not to throw the cat out the window
  • Wrote worst poem ever for poetry contest, still got Honorable Mention
  • Played daily at abandoned US Radium plant, now a Superfund site
  • Captained a sailboat at age 12 by studying a how-to book

For extra credit,

  • Had my picture in Ebony magazine
  • Coined the term technoboner

Chicken chests

My wife’s sister Marg went to parochial school at Saint Columba’s, just a couple of blocks from where we lived in Newark.

Marg’s friend Sandy was as innocent and bashful as any 16-year-old Catholic school girl could be. Her mother sent her to the butchers to get chicken breasts for dinner, but she was too embarrassed to say the word “breasts”, so she asked for “chicken chests” instead.


I was barely out of my own teens then, and I loved ferrying Marg and her girlfriends back and forth from their dances and other school events. It was like having a carload of ultra-cute nieces. Besides Sandy, the regular passengers I remember were Dolores, Geraldine, Loretta and Annette.

St. Columba’s class of about 6 years earlier, the only picture I could find

There was a Barbara, too, sometimes. She lived the furthest from the school, out by Ballantine’s brewery. I’ve always been partial to the name Barbara, so she was kind of my favorite; there’s just something about that name. I never had a girlfriend named Barbara, but I did have a cousin Barbara that I liked a lot when I was kid, so maybe that’s it.

School uniform models model school uniforms!

Writing this, I could picture one other girl, but couldn’t remember her name. I knew it sounded French and that I’d recognize it if I saw it. Google led me to a site promising “Top 1000 popular baby names in 1944”, the year Marg and probably most of the other girls were born. The site was babynames.it, the ‘.it’ meaning located in Italy. I began scanning the girls’  names column, stopping at times to recall a bit of life detail floated up by a familiar name. Eventually, at 307th in popularity, there it was, “Camille”.

Camille herself wasn’t French, though, she was Italian like most of the other girls. A few years later she stayed with Marg babysitting our kids when Mimi and I drove up to Expo 67. She was sort of a favorite too, and maybe a little more sophisticated than the rest. Later, she worked at Bamberger’s and let me use her employee discount to buy stereo gear, so that was nice.

Also at the baby names site, I learned how to pronounce the newly-popular girl’s name ‘Saoirse’, as in actress Saoirse Ronan. It’s properly pronounced SEER-sha, assuming we can trust the pronunciation of an unusual Irish girl’s name to an Italian web site. SEER-sha does sound like the way I’ve heard it, though.


I was working at the Foodland store in Elizabeth then, and companies like Heinz pickles and Sta-Puf fabric softener were always competing to get more shelf space for their products, usually by gifting store management with some thing of minor value. At Foodland, the definition of “management” was loose, extending all the way down to the bookkeeper, me.

Bobby Darin doing “Mack the Knife”

One company tried to curry Foodland favor with tickets to a concert by Bobby Darin, the teen heartthrob of the day — ‘Dream Lover’, ‘Beyond the Sea’, lots more. No one else was interested in going, so I collected their tickets and turned them over to Marg to pass along. I provided concert transportation too, but didn’t go inside.

Ball pen and record, a $2.78 value for only $1.39. Courtesy popsike.com vinyl records


One summer Mimi and I rented a house up at Lake Hopatcong for two weeks. I had just changed jobs, so I didn’t have enough seniority to take my vacation during the summer. I commuted daily from the lake to Newark on I-80, not finished yet but hosting light traffic. There were no police assigned to the stretch yet, so you could go as fast as you thought you’d still be able to stop for a deer, if that’s clear. Fortunately I never saw any deer;  I think the new road and its shoulders were so wide the deer were afraid to venture into all that open space.

The house was right on the lake and we had lots of room, so Marg invited her girlfriends to stay, visiting in shifts. They were good kids, and we loved having them around.

I-80 westbound today

Pennsylvania Avenue

After  Mimi and I were married, we lived with her sister and mother on Pennsylvania Avenue in Newark. Her sister was about 16, and as she walked to school, boys in passing cars would call out to each other “Mira! Mira!”.

Mimi took the bus to work every day, at the Mega Foods store in Scotch Plains where she was the bookkeeper. I picked her up every night, and that’s where we bought our weekly groceries. A hundred dollars’ worth of groceries filled the trunk and half the back seat.

At the end of Pennsylvania Avenue was small, triangular Lincoln Park. President Kennedy’s motorcade was once rerouted past it to counter a threat about traveling on Broad Street. Mimi didn’t know Kennedy was in town that day, but she and our 3-year-old got to see him and wave as he went by.

A little-noted Lincoln Park event months earlier was a battle between blacks and Puerto Ricans. During the fighting, park benches were disassembled and their slats used as lances and clubs. When I saw the fighting from a block away, I thought to myself, “Boy, I’m glad I’m not involved.” The police eventually arrived and broke it up. Helping to keep the city’s lid on, the newspapers made no mention of the event.

We seldom overslept on holidays, because if there was a parade involved the sections formed up in front of our house before moving to the main route on Broad Street. We shared our porch steps with excited band families and early parade-goers.

Mimi and I went to the Mosque Theater, now Newark Symphony Hall, to hear Nina Simone. We were led to the balcony and seated there with the other white people, 20 or 30 of us. We didn’t care, she was fantastic.

Mimi has read about a cooling summer drink called “The Pimm’s Cup” which requires 3/4 cup of Pimm’s #1 liqueur. She asks me to pick up a bottle, and next day on my way home I stop at the S. Klein On The Square department store, which has a liquor department. I ask the help for a bottle of “Pimm’s Cup”, having to repeat myself twice. They chortle, this is a new one on them, and they keep calling back and forth “Pimp’s Cup, Pimp’s Cup” until they locate one.

There was a small, smoky fire in the rooming house across the street. Even before the fire trucks arrived, the residents were outside on folding chairs, watching a ballgame on their rabbit-eared TV, an extension cord plugged into the vestibule of the church next door.

Our neighbor dies and while the family is at the funeral his house is robbed. The neighborhood is changing.

Highland Avenue and its Saint

San Geraldo
San Geraldo leaving St. Lucy’s church to greet the expectant crowd

Moving in
When Pennsylvania Avenue started going downhill, Mimi and I found an apartment in a two-family house in a nicer part of town, Highland Avenue in Newark’s North Ward. It was near Branch Brook Park and close to my job. For a few weeks before we moved in, I stopped by for a couple hours every day on my way home, painting and putting up wallpaper. The owners, Fred and Evelyn, lived in the upstairs apartment and were happy to see the downstairs looking nice again. Our rent was very reasonable, only $90 a month. A few years later, they raised it, apologetically, to $95.

The neighborhood
With some exceptions, our neighborhood was Italian, from the family-friendly bar at one end of the block to Celentano’s latticini food store and pasta works at the other. A fancy Italian bakery was a few blocks west on Bloomfield Avenue; small and casual Vesuvio’s restaurant was a half block east. A tiny grocery store, John’s, was in the middle of our block, two steps down into what was once someone’s cellar. On the narrow shelves along one wall, there was just enough room for four units of any item you might need to make a meal or do a load of laundry. After you left, John would go into the back room and restock the shelf.

One exception to the mostly-Italian rule lived a few doors down, an Irish gent so pale that our new neighbor Josie referred to him as Mozzarella Face. My family and I were also exceptions to the rule, the worst kind, new arrivals to the neighborhood. When the window of a garage behind our back fence had a rock thrown through it, the owner implied that our five-year-old was responsible, saying “There was never any trouble in this neighborhood until your kind moved in.” I asked my son about it later. He didn’t want to get anyone in trouble, but he finally told me who threw the rock. I was happy to tell the garage owner that she might want to talk to little Carlo Parisi, a budding sociopath from the other end of the block.

The Saint
It’s true – you don’t realize what you have until it’s gone. One day we heard the sound of a brass band, and a religious procession began making its way down our cobblestone street. If you’ve watched the Sicilian funeral procession that opens Godfather II, you know what they sounded like. Our landlady Evelyn ran downstairs to announce “The Saint is coming!” and asked “Do you have your money ready!?” Mimi and I just looked at each other. By nature, I am a suspicious type, and I asked why we needed money. She said “For the Saint! To put on the Saint!”, as though it was the dumbest question she’d ever heard. Mimi was brought up Catholic, but this was a new one on her too, and we looked at each other again. Evelyn said “You have to, it’s bad luck if you don’t!”

So we located some cash and stepped outside. I hate making another Godfather comparison, but if you’ve seen the feast day procession in Godfather II during which Don Fanucci meets his end, you’ve seen the feast day procession of Saint Gerard too, Saint Gerard’s on a smaller scale of course. When the procession paused for a moment, someone gave us pins and we pinned our offering to the statue of Saint Gerard Majella, patron saint of motherhood, pregnancy, and those trying to conceive.

Adorning the Saint with donations

Summer fun
During the summer, portable kiddie rides like the Whip and the Ferris Wheel came by and parked for a few hours. Looking at the pictures now, the rides look pretty tame, but the smaller kids were crazy about them. A Good Humor or Mr. Softee ice cream truck usually tagged along.

Portable whip

Portable Ferris wheel on a day off. Courtesy morfar.info

For personal fun, Fred made radio-controlled airplanes in his cellar workshop, big buzzy ones with a four-foot wingspan. I went flying with him once out in the boondocks. It was fun, but I think he was disappointed that I wasn’t interested in taking it up as a hobby myself.

Raw beef tripe, courtesy ruthatkins.wordpress.com

The North Ward seemed to be hosting the last hurrah of the horse and wagon. A wagon carrying fresh, green produce clopped down the street regularly, and every Friday a peddler of tripe, a local favorite, came by shouting “a-tree-po! a-tree-po!”. For anyone wondering, tripe is the stomach lining of a cow. I have not tried it. Occasionally the ragman’s sad wagon came by, with him calling out his offer to buy rags and old clothes.

I was making good money on my sales route, and we bought a window air conditioner, one of the first on the block. I put strips of red reflective tape on the sides so no one coming up the alley after dark would walk into it. With Fred’s blessing, I hired an electrician to add another circuit to our box downstairs. Under the air conditioner’s friendly hum, on Memorial Day 1964, Mimi and I made another baby.

Toward the end
The father who was treasurer of our son’s Cub Scout pack skipped town with the proceeds of a candy sale they held to finance a trip. I was elected  the new treasurer. When I called Scout headquarters to ask what the Scouts could do about the stolen money, basically they said “Tough”, and that the kids were out of luck. So, the kids did not get to go on their trip, and justice was not served. I regret now that I didn’t threaten to notify the newspapers; that would have made them step up, I’m sure. Of course, nowadays the Scouts have bigger embarrassments to worry about.

A young Hispanic couple moved into the second floor of the building across the street. Their electricity wasn’t on yet, but I could see generally what was going on. She was leaning with folded arms on the windowsill, watching traffic. He stepped up behind her, flipped her dress over her back and together they christened their new apartment. I didn’t watch all of it, but it was sweet. May their first child be a masculine child.

While still on Highland Avenue, I finished computer school and got my first programming job, at Condé Nast Publications in New York City. Looking back, Condé was the best place I ever worked. I loved working there, but I didn’t love getting there — if it weren’t for the commute, I probably would have stayed there until they carried me out. Instead, I took a programming job at Hess Oil in Woodbridge, with the goal of eventually moving my family to the shore.

Moving out
While I worked at Hess, we took the next step. We found a winter rental at the shore and made it our base while we looked for what optimistic people call their “Forever Home”.

Our Newark neighbors, including Mozzarella Face, whose real name was Tom,  helped us load the U-Haul.

I began commuting from the shore to Hess, 40 minutes each way, always keeping an eye out for a job closer to home.

Saint Lucy’s Church, home to the National Shrine of Saint Gerard Majella

So far away

Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door

++++++++ – Carole King

In a moment of nostalgia, I look on Google Earth for the Continental Insurance data center in Neptune where I worked 35 years ago. The once starkly modern three-story building looks abandoned, its parking lots empty and overgrown. Trying to find an earlier view with any signs of life, I have to go back in the timeline more than twelve years.

I drive past the building to get a closer look, and see that giant demolition machines have begun chewing away at it. Already one corner of the building has been torn away – the third-floor executive offices are  now just a ragged hole and a pile of broken concrete. Gone too is my up-and-comer, double-size cubicle location in the corner of the floor below. I think of my lost friends and moving myself and my family around the country chasing the next, better job.

All lost in the moves, me, all, all lost in the moves.

Even moving to another town, let alone another state, we lose something. It’s too bad we can’t all stay and live and love where we were born and not have all this loss.

Suicide by whiskey

While doing family tree research, I ran across a file that listed the cause of death and other details for 15,339 burials in the Wilkes-Barre, PA city cemetery. They date from the mid-1800s up to about 1960, when they slow down and stop, probably because of computers. Causes include such as “dropsy”, “fits”, “powder mill explosion” and “suicide by whisky”.

Here is what people were dying of back then, with the count for each cause. Many of these 2,300+ causes are duplicates except for small spelling or stylistic differences. I didn’t try to fix anything. When there was only one instance of a particular cause, I left the count blank to avoid clutter.

Trigger warning: some of these will make you very sad.

countcause of death
11?
? & confinement 3
2 gsws in back of head: murder investigation
35 yrs.
abb appendix
abcess
abcess of limbs
abcess of stomach
abcess on brain
abdominal aorta
abdominal cancer
abdominal tuberculosis
abdominal tumor
abnormal aorta
abortion
7abscess
abscess & died in hospital
abscess in foot
abscess in the head
abscess inside
4abscess of brain
abscess of lob.
abscess of lung
abscess of lungs
abscess on head
abscess on lung
4absess
absess & sore on leg
absess in head
absess of bowel
absess of bowels
absess of liver
absess of stomach
84accident
accident - fractured skull
accident crushed head
accident dislocation vertebrae
accident due to burns
9accident in mines
accident on cars
accident on r. r.
accident on railroad
accident swallowing meat
accident with street car
accident: fell in stone quarry
accident; collapse of the bennett building
accident; struck by car june 14th
17accidental
accidental (jumped from window-suicide)
2accidental burns
accidental choking
accidental death: mine explosion
accidental drowing
2accidental drowning
accidental drowning in susquehanna river
accidental electrocution
2accidental fall
accidental fall of rock
accidental gun shot wound to the heart
accidental hanging while trying to get in window
accidental r/r
2accidental shooting
accidentally run over by street car in miner's mills
accidently killed
accidently run over in mines
accidently shot
accidently shot by brother at lake nuangola
accidently shot by his brother william while hunting at fox hill
acdinental fall
acute aedema larynx
acute aftersis myocardial infection
acute albuminuria
9acute alcoholism
2acute appendicitis
4acute brights disease
6acute bronchitis
5acute cardiac dilatation
acute cardiac dilation
acute cardiac dilatitis
acute cardiac failure
acute cardiac insufficiency
acute cardio failure
acute cerebral vascular accident
acute circulatory failure
acute congenital heart failure
2acute coronary occlusion
acute coronary thrombosis
11acute dilatation of heart
acute dilation of heart
2acute dilitation
acute dilitation of heart
2acute dysentery
2acute endocarditis
acute endoracditis
acute enteritis
acute erysipelas
acute exaculation of a chronic alchoholism
acute gas
acute gastio intestinal infection
acute gastriitis
5acute gastritis
acute gastro enteritis
2acute heart disease
6acute heart failure
acute hemorrhagic gastritis
acute hepatitus
acute hydrocefalus
acute hydrocephalis
acute ileo colitis
5acute indigestion
acute indo carditis
acute intestinal obstruction
2acute laryngitis
3acute meningitis
acute mi
acute myocardial infarction
acute myocardial infection
acute myocardial insufficiency
acute myocardio infection
6acute myocarditis
acute myocarditis infection
15acute nephritis
acute nephritis after scarlet fever
acute occlusion
acute pancarditis
2acute pericarditis
2acute peritonitis
acute peutonitia
2acute pneumonia
acute pulmonary edema
acute pulmonary hemorrhage
acute pulmonary tuberculosis
acute sinusitis
acute tonsilitis
2acute tuberculosis
addisons disease
addison's disease
adema
adema of lung & heart disease
adenitis
advanced bright's
aedema gottidis
3aedema of lungs
aedemia
aeute nephritis
affection of brain
5ague
albumanic
alcholism
alcohilic stimulant
alcohol poisoning
alcohol toxemia
alcoholic neuritis
3alcoholism
alectesis
alectises
14amputation
amputation; arm taken off by cars.
amputation; falling under cars
10anemia
anemia & general debility
anemia pectoris - acute indigestion
aneurysm
aneurysm of aorta
angina pectoria
9angina pectoris
anthososilicoies
anthra sclerosis
anthracosis
anthrasicicosis
anthristosis
anthro sclerosis
anthrocosis
antra coliscosis
aoatetis
aorta regurgitation
aortic aneurism
aortic insufficiencies
aortic insufficiency
aortic obstruction
3aortic regurgitation
2apendicitis
apoplegy
apoplely
apopletic fits
apoplexa
124apoplexy
apoplexy & dropsy
apoplexy & paralysis
apoplexy and paralysis
12appendicitis
appoplexy
appoplictic stroke
apuosis
arrest.
arsenic poison
artereo sclerosis
arteri sclerotic heart
arteria selerocis
8arterial sclerosis
arterial sclerosis heart disease
arterial sclerotic heart disease
arterio claratic heart disease
arterio occlusion
2arterio schlerosis
arterio schlerosis heart disease
arterio scleroris
28arterio sclerosis
3arterio sclerosis heart failure
arterio sclerosos
arterio sclorosis
10arteriosclerosis
arteriosclerosis heart
arteriosclerosis heart failure
arteriosclerotic heart
arteriosclerotic heart disease
2artero sclerosis
artery selerocis
artherio sclerosis
arthritis deformities
arthrosclerosis
2ascuhd
ascvd
ascvhd
ashd
ashd (heart disease)
ashma
15asphyxia
asphyxiated by gas
5asphyxiation
aspiration pneumonia
aspirin poisoning
assault
asthema
2asthemia
67asthma
2asthma & dropsy
asthma and fits
asthma and heart disease
asthma and stomach trouble
asthma cardiac
asthma; general debility
ataxia
atedectosis
2atelactasis
atelactasis pulmonalis
atelectasis
atelectasis pulmonalis
2atelectosis
atelectosis pulmonosis
atelectrosis
ateledosis
ateloctysis of left lung
atelsctrosis
2aterio selerosis
athero sclerosis
athesia ani vesicalis
atolectrosis
atrophy
atrophy of liver
13auto accident
auto accident - fractured skull
autopsy requested
axlectulis
azotemia
3baby sore mouth
bilateral p
bilious
2bilious colic
6bilious fever
bilious fever & ague
bilious intermittent fever
biliousness
billious colic
2billious fever
bite of a dog
2black fever
blast/explosion
2bled to death
bleeding
blood aspiration trachea
5blood poison
blood poison and childbirth
blood poison from popping a pimple with a pin
9blood poisoning
blood poisonmiong
body found in river
boiler explosion
born dead
7bowel complaint
bowel complications
4bowel obstruction
4bowel trouble
3brain abscess
brain affliction
brain croup
8brain disease
brain embolism
59brain fever
brain fever & inflamation of bowels
3brain trouble
4brain tumor
brancho pneumonia
2breast cancer
bright disease
55brights disease
29bright's disease
brights disease - heart trouble
brights disease & pneumonia
brights disease (kidneys)
2bright's disease of kidneys
brights disease: apoplexy
brobchitis
brochal catarrh
6broken back
broken hip
broken leg and complications
2broken neck
broken neck; accident
bron?? pneumonia
3bronchial asthma
25bronchial pneumonia
bronchio asthma
5bronchio pneumonia
bronchio pneumonia - influenza
5bronchio-pneumonia
97bronchitis
bronchitis & croup
2bronchitis & old age
bronchitis and bowel trouble
bronchitis pneumonia
bronchitis whooping cought
broncho infection disease
broncho pneumoni
80broncho pneumonia
broncho pneumonia following measles
35broncho-pneumonia
bronco pneumonia
brunt
3bullet wound
bullet wound of chest
buried alive in sand while making a tunnel with his companions.
buried with mother ellen
burn
17burned
burned at mines , by explosion of gas at wyoming colliery
burned at sickler's fertilizing plant
burned by gas
burned by gas in mines
burned by stove cleaning polish explosion
burned in accident
burned in mine
13burned in mines
2burned in prospect shaft
burned in stanton mines
burned in the mines
burned in the stanton shaft
3burned to death
burned to death by parlor matches
burned to death in blacksmith shop
burned with kerosene oil
burned with powder
42burns
burns about head
burns from hot ashes
burns from mine accident
4burnt
burus
by fall of roof in mines
c. s. meningytis
116cancer
2cancer & old age
cancer amputation
cancer in stomach
cancer in the womb
2cancer of bowel
cancer of bowels
cancer of esophagus
cancer of hand
6cancer of liver
cancer of mouth
cancer of pancreas
3cancer of rectum
14cancer of stomach
cancer of stomach and liver
cancer of throat
3cancer of uterus
6cancer of womb
cancer on liver
cancer on womb
cancer uterus
cancerous tumor
canker sore mouth
cankered throat
can't read the cause
capilary biomilitis
capilary bronchitis
8capillary bronchitis
cappilary bronchitis
car. of cervix
2carbolic acid poisoning
carbon monoxide poisoning
2carbuncles
carbunkle & fever
2carcenoma
carcenoma general
carcimona of pyforus
carcimona of rectum
carcimona stomach
34carcinoma
carcinoma left breast (breast cancer)
2carcinoma of breast
carcinoma of breasts
carcinoma of bronchus
carcinoma of cervix
carcinoma of duodenum
carcinoma of esophagus
carcinoma of forehead
carcinoma of glands
carcinoma of heart
carcinoma of intestines
3carcinoma of jaw
carcinoma of larynx
3carcinoma of liver
carcinoma of lung & breast
carcinoma of ovaries
carcinoma of ovary
carcinoma of pancreas
carcinoma of pancres
carcinoma of prostate
3carcinoma of rectum
2carcinoma of right lung
carcinoma of right womnary island
13carcinoma of stomach
carcinoma of the prostrate gland
carcinoma of uterius
5carcinoma of uterus
2carcinoma prostate gland
carcinoma sigmoid
carcinoma stomach
carcinoma upper gastral
carcoma of neck
cardia rine disease
2cardiac
cardiac arithmia
9cardiac arrest
cardiac arrhythmia
5cardiac asthma
cardiac convulsions
cardiac damage
2cardiac decompensation
2cardiac decompression
cardiac degeneration
2cardiac dilatation
cardiac dilatutions
2cardiac dilitation
3cardiac disease
2cardiac dropsey
6cardiac dropsy
cardiac dylation
cardiac embolism
36cardiac failure
cardiac hypertrophy
2cardiac insufficiency
cardiac insuffiency
5cardiac paralysis
cardiac renal
cardiac renal disease
cardiac respiratory failure
cardiac secumpution
cardiac syncope
cardiac valvular disease
cardio disease
cardio myopathy
2cardio pulmonary arrest
4cardio renal
cardio renal disease
2cardio respiratory failure
3cardio vascular
4cardio vascular disease
cardiopulmonary arrest
cardiovascular disease
2carditis
cariac failure
caries of spine
cat. pneumonia
catalase of stomach
8catarrh
catarrh of stomach
3catarrhal pneumonia
2catherine kechline & louisa bevan on same line of lot record
caught in machinery
2cause not given
cause unknown by person who applied for burial permit
caused by drinking alcohol
cba
cellulitic pelumn
2cellulitis
cellultiis
ceptic degeneration of uterus
4cerebal hemorrhage
cerebis - spinal syphylis
cerebral ??something
cerebral anemia
8cerebral apoplexy
cerebral applexy
cerebral arteriosclerosis
3cerebral compression
cerebral congestion
cerebral disability
9cerebral embolism
cerebral embolysm
cerebral hemmerhage
2cerebral hemmorage
3cerebral hemmorhage
cerebral hemmorrhage
cerebral hemorage
cerebral hemorhage
cerebral hemorrage
100cerebral hemorrhage
cerebral hemorrhage - from accidental fall
cerebral hyperaemia
cerebral injuries
9cerebral meningitis
cerebral spinal meningitis
7cerebral thrombosis
cerebral tumor
cerebral valvular disease
2cerebral vascular accident
cerebral vascular disease
cerebral vascular thrombosis
cerebritia
cerebro meningitis
4cerebro spinal meningitis
cerebro spinal syphilis
cerebro-spinal meningitis
4cerebrovascular disease
cerebrovascular occlusion
cerebutis
cetebral anaemia
ch. myocarditis
ch. pul. antheaposis
change of life
chemia
3chicken pox
child bed fever
10child birth
child birth & tuyphoid pneumonia
childbed
34childbirth
childs sore mouth
chills
2chills, infl.
choera morbus
choked on piece of meat
2choking
3chol. inf.
choleceatitis
2cholecystitis
6cholera
2cholera imorbus
14cholera infantium
cholera infantm
700cholera infantum
cholera infantum & measles
cholera infantum & pneumonia
2cholera infanum
2cholera infanutm
cholera infection
cholera morbers
cholera morbis
2cholera morbitus
25cholera morbus
cholera murbus
cholera pneumonia
choleramorbus
choleva morbus
3cholic
chorea
chr. alcoholism - heart failure
2chr. myocarditis
chronic
chronic alcoholism
chronic anthia silicous
2chronic asthma
chronic atrophy
chronic brain disease
chronic brights disease
chronic bright's disease
4chronic bronchitis
chronic cardiac disease
chronic cysititis
chronic cystitis
13chronic diarrhea
chronic diarrhoea
chronic dyspepsia
chronic elino.
6chronic endocarditis
3chronic enteritis
chronic gastritis
chronic heart
2chronic heart disease
chronic heart trouble
chronic hypertensean
chronic inflamation of bowels
chronic inflamation of stomach
chronic intestinal catarrh
chronic laryngitis
chronic mastoiditis
chronic mylitis
chronic myocardia
29chronic myocarditis
chronic n?phi?tis
30chronic nephritis
chronic omyocarditis - apoplexy
chronic passive congestion
chronic pluericy
chronic pulmonary disease
chronic pulmonary tuberculosis
chronic rheumatism
chronis pulmonary disease
cinsumption
cirorsis of liver
cirrhosis
cirrhosis liver
23cirrhosis of liver
5cirrhosis of the liver
cnsumption
cnvulsions
coasting accident on new year's day
cold
cold & rheumatism
cold from bathing
2cold on lungs
cold settled on lungs
3colic
3colitis
collapse of heart
colored: died from stab wounds
complete facture skull
complication of diseases
complication of bowels
16complication of diseases
86complications
complications - embolism
complications following pneumonia
complications from intestinal obstruction
complications of diseases void ?
3complications of disease
complications post mortem
complications with ?
complications; acute indigestion
3compression of brain
concussion & hemorrhage
concussion fo brain
61confinement
confinement fever
confinment
congenital asthma
congenital debility
congenital heart defect
congenital heart disease
congenital luis
congenital malformation
congenital stricture
congested heart failure
congested u of a failure
congestiion of lungs
2congestion of bowels
27congestion of brain
congestion of kidneys
2congestion of liver
2congestion of lung
32congestion of lungs
congestion of lungs and meningitis
2congestion of stomach
3congestion of the brain
2congestive chills
9congestive heart failure
congestive pneumonia
congestrual heart failure
conggestion of lungs
conmvulsions
constipation
467consumption
consumption & asthma
consumption & heart disease
consumption and bright's disease
consumption convulsions
12consumption of bowels
consumption of brain
4consumption of lungs
consumption of stomach
consumption of the bowels
consumption of the lungs
consumptionm
convulsion
convulsion fits
convulsiona
425convulsions
convulsions & fits
convulsions caused by burn?
convulsions following whooping cough
convulsions with measles
convulsive chills
convulsive fits
convultions
convultions ?
convulusions
copd
cor. patmorale
cor. thrombosis
2coronary
coronary acclusion
2coronary artery disease
coronary artery occlusion
2coronary embolism
coronary myocarditis
70coronary occlusion
coronary oculsion
coronary sclerosis
25coronary thrombosis
coroners office
cou. of brain
could not tell the cause
cousetonic?
28cramps
cramps and lockjaw
cramps in stomach
cronic bronchitis
cronic endocarditis
cronic gastritis
9cronic myocarditis
3cronic nephritis
219croup
croup & congestion of lungs
14croup & diphtheria
croup & fits
2croup & inflamation of lungs
croup & inflammation of lungs
croup and defiletheria
croup following measles
croup, diptheria
croupous pneumonia
croupus pneumonia
crushed by fall of rock
crushed by fan dropping on him in mines
crushed pelvis
ct. of nosophargr??
cut while shaving
4cutting teeth
2cva
10cyanosis
cyclone
cyclone accident
cyonosis
cystis with senectis
4cystitis
dead 2 weeks before birth.
10dead born
deadborn
death caused by eating lye
death caused by gun shot.
death during delivery
19debility
decapitated by cars while working in franklin colliery
4decline
decline (old age)
dehydration
3delerium tremens
delerium tremons
dementia
demtia
29diabetes
diabetes (2nd word unreadable)
diabetes gangrene
diabetes meelitis
diabetes melitis
7diabetes mellitis
3diabetes mellitus
diabetes millitus
2diabetic coma
diabetic gangrene
diabetic mellitis
2diabetis
diarhoea
diarhora
64diarrhea
diarrhea & ague
diarrhea & croup
diarrhea & teething
2diarrhoea
diarrhora
diarrhorea
dibility
2did not know
died 8 wks. after surgery for an intestinal obstruction
died after a short illness
died after an operation; 3rd child of abraham broody to die within 5 months
died at city hospital
died at hospital
died at hospital of fits
died at the hospital
died from a fall
died from injuries rec'd in laurel run colliery accident on 27 jul 1906
died from injuries received in laurel run colliery accident on 27 jul 1906
4died from injuries received in mines
died from injuries received.
died in childbirth
died in harrison co., oh
died in hospital
died in south carolina
died in the hospital
2died in utero
died same day
died suddenly of heart disease
diffi ???
difficult labor
2dilatation of heart
dilatation of the heart
dilated heart
3dilation of heart
3dilitation of heart
dimentia
dinerrhora
diph
dipheria
2diphthemonia
diphthera
diphthereia
7diphtheretic croup
diphtheretic paralysis
536diphtheria
diphtheria & blood poisoning
diphtheria & cholera infantum
24diphtheria & croup
diphtheria & dropsy
2diphtheria & membranous croup
7diphtheria & scarlet fever
diphtheria & scarletina
6diphtheria and croup
diphtheria and membranous croup
diphtheria and scarletina
diphtheria and weakness
2diphtheria croup
3diphtheriatic croup
diphtheric croup
6diphtheritic croup
diptheratic croup
61diptheria
2diptheria & croup
diptheria & scarlet fever
2diptheria and croup
4diptheria croup
diptheria laryngitis
diptheria scarlet fever
diptheriatic laryngitis
diptheric croup
diptherite shotriatitis
diptheritic croup
dirrohea
disease not known
disease of bowels
disease of kidneys
2disease of liver
2disease of spine
disease of womb
disease organite
dislocation of hip
dislocation of neck by hanging
disorder of brain
dopsy of brain
double lobar pneumonia
dragged by a mule
5dropsey
179dropsy
dropsy & asthma
dropsy & bronchitis
dropsy & confinement
dropsy & heaart disease
3dropsy & heart disease
dropsy & heart failure
dropsy & inflamation of lungs
dropsy & old age
dropsy & paralysis
dropsy and heart disease
dropsy and senility
3dropsy of brain
4dropsy of heart
dropsy of the heart
dropsy of the lungs
2dropsy on brain
dropsyconsumption
drosey
drowing
36drowned
drowned at blackman mines
drowned at retreat state hospital
drowned by his mother, who commited suicide
drowned in baltimore dam
3drowned in canal
drowned in canals
2drowned in river
drowned in sump in buttonwood
drowned in susquehanna river
"drowned: at first unknown, but now presumed to be that of john stephens, a
polander or hungarian from the poor district."
24drowning
drowning accident
drowning in the river
2drug overdose
drunkenness
dyotheria croup
2dyphtheria
dyptheria
12dysentary
89dysentery
dysentery & typhoid fever
3dysentry
2dyspepsia
dystentery
9eclampsia
ectopic pregnancy
9edema of lungs
effects of a fall
effects of accident in mine
electruction
elileptic fits
emaciation
embolis of brain
13embolism
embolism of brain
10emphysema
empyema
empyencg
emypynecia
encapaloclel
encepalitis lethargica
encephalitis
encephalomalosis, left
3endo carditis
endo myocarditis
16endocarditis
enlarged heart disease
enlarged liver
enlarged liver & spleen
enlargement of brain
enlargement of heart
3enlargement of liver
enlargement of the liver
20enteritis
34entero colitis
enteron colitis
entertis
entis colitis
entritis
8entro colitis
entro-colitis
enysipelas
epethetonia
4epilepsy
epilepsy & dropsy
epileptic convulsions
epileptic convuslion
eremia
erisypilas
ersipelas
eryciphelas
erycipilas
2erycypilis
erysepelas
18erysipelas
erysipelas (aka st. anthony's fire)
2erysipelas from vaccination
2erysiphelas
erysiphelas from vaccination
2erysipilas
erysiplas
erysyphelas
eterus colitis
euleritis
euremia
eurpynemia
2euteritis
8eutero colitis
exapthalmic goiter
8exhaustion
exhaustion - old age
exhaustion during labor
explosion
explosion accident in mines
4explosion in mines
3explosion of gas
3exposure
exsanguination
extensive burns
exzemia inflamation of cervical glands
fainting
fall
fall at work in mines
fall down a shaft
fall from a breaker
fall from wagon
fall in mines
fall of mines
2fall of rock
falling down shaft
falling in sewer trench
3fatty degeneration
2fatty heart
fatty inflamation of the heart
fecal impaction
fell dead from heart disease
fell down bank & broke his neck
fell down mine shaft at d.l.& w.
6fell down shaft
fell down stairs
fell down stairs of baptist church
fell down step
fell down steps
fell from car
fell in shaft
fell on sidewalk
fell through bridge
fell under wheels of d&h freight train while jumping off
female complaint
feveer & ague
33fever
fever & ague
fever; died at city hospital
fibroid phthisis
fibroid tuberculosis
fibrosis
266fits
2fits & inflamation
fits & influenza
fits & weakness
fits, cramps
flu
2flu - pneumonia
foot cut off by cars
found dead
found dead in river
found dead, cause unknown
found drowned in river
found floating in susquehanna river
found in old grave yard
found in river
found in river with throat cut
found on culm bank
found on empire culm bank
foundling from infants home
fracture of back
fracture of base of skull
fracture of hip
fracture of pelvis
fracture of skull
2fracture of spine
fracture of vertebra
fracture of vertebrae
fracture pelvis
fracture right scapula
2fracture skull
fractured base of skull
fractured femur
2fractured hip
fractured pelvis
fractured pelvis; accident at work
fractured ribs
23fractured skull
fractured skull & cancer
fractured skull due to tornado. daughter mary may have survived.
fractured skull due to tornado. father james survived.
fractured skull from a fall from telephone pole at work, 26 aug 1915.
fractured skull from being hit with a falling tree
fractured skull from falling 30 feet from a roof, while hanging laundry
fractured skull, struck by train
fractured spine
fractured vertebra
fractured vertebrae
fractured vertibrae
fractures and lacerated scalp
fractures of legs
frightened to death
from fall
from injuries received
from injuries received from a 17 oct 1916 automobile accident.
5from injuries received in mines
from injurries doing acrobatic stunts on an iron bar at meade st. playground.
2frozen
frozen dead
frozen on wilkes-barre mountain
fuerrcular menngitis
2fusion of brain
g. i. hemorrhage
gall stone surgery and weak heart
gall stones
gallstone colic - cronic intestial neph.
2gallstones
gangreen of lung
4gangrene
gangrene stomatitis
gas asphyxiation - suicide
gas poisoning
2gastric cancer
gastric carcenoma
2gastric carcinoma
2gastric enteritis
3gastric hemorrhage
2gastric ulcer
3gastritis
23gastro enteritis
gastro enteritis from ingesting poisoned candy given by a stranger
gastro entero colitis
gastro entritis
gastro intestinal hemorrhage
2gastro uteral colitis
4gastroenteritis
4gastro-enteritis
gathering in throat
gen debility
gen paralysis
general asthemia
136general debility
general debility & cardiac dilation
general debility and premature birth
general debility from gripp
3general debiliy
general deformity
2general delility
general dibility
5general disability
general paresis
general peritonitis
general prostration
general senility
general sypticemia
3general tuberculosis
general weakness
generalized anterio sclerosis
generlised sclerosis
gereral paresis
glomerulopathies
goitre toxemia
granular abscess
gravel
gripp and pneumonia
6grippe
group of diseases
2gun shot wound
gun shot wound by tony vergari
haematuria
haemofitysis
hanged in w-b for killing cameron cool of w. pittston
hanging
2hanging by prison
hardening of arteries
hardening of kidneys
hardening of the artery of the heart
2head injuries
5heart
7heart attack
3heart clot
heart desease
265heart disease
heart disease - arterio?l?rtic
heart disease & tumor
heart disease, scarlet fever
heart disease; found dead in draywagon.
heart diseasse
101heart failure
heart failure - broncho pneumonia
heart failure & dropsy
heart failure after diphetria
heart failure due to arterial sclerotic
heart scrafula
24heart trouble
heart trouble - pneumonia
heart trouble (didn't know exactly)
heart trouble and miner asthma
heart weakness
hearth failure
heat
2heat exhaustion
heat stroke
heat stroke & heart disease
heights; date: 1905-03-01; paper: wilkes-barre times
hemiplegia
hemirrhagia
hemmorage
hemmorage brain
hemmorage caused by stabbing: ruled murder
hemmorrhage caused by bullet wound
hemophlegia
2hemoplegia
hemorage
hemorahage
hemorhage of the lungs
hemorhagia cystitio
39hemorrhage
hemorrhage & stomach trouble
hemorrhage of bowels
7hemorrhage of lungs
2hemorrhage of stomach
hemorrhagic colitis
hemorrrhage of lung
hemorrrhage of spinal cord
hemplaza
hemylegia / r side
henorrhage
hepatic c.
hepatic cirrhosis
hepatic failure
hepotics failure
hereditary disease
3hernia
herniated umbilical
hiccoughs
hip disease
hipatee cirrhosis of liver
hippocratic pneumonia
hiptoma primary
hirschopring
hodgkins disease
hodgkins lymphoma
homorrhage
horde fever
10hurt in mines
hurt on railroad
hurt on railroad [died from injuries]
hydatios of liver
hydrated cyst
hydro cephilis
hydrocephalis
hydrocephalus
hydrocephalus (water on the brain)
hydrocephelas
hydrocephilus
hydrocephlus
hyperneuresis
6hypertension
hypertensive arteriosclerosis
hypertensive cardio-?
2hypertensive encephalopathy
hypertensive vascular heart disease
hyperthemia
hyperthoses
hypertrophy cirrhosis of liver
hypocephalus
hypoglycemic coma
2hypostatic pneumonia
hysteria
ibabition
icterus menbrane
icterus neonatalorium (jaundice)
ilea colitis
17ileo colitis
ileocolitis
2ileo-colitis
ilio colitis
illeus
2imflamation of bowels
immaturity
in hospital
inainition
inanitian
inanitiation
53inanition
2inantion
inantion plus lupus
2inauition
5indigestion
inf of bowels
inf of lungs
inf. & typhoid fever
2inf. of bowel
4inf. of bowels
11inf. of lungs
infant died at infants' home
4infantile convulsions
infantile diarrhea
infantile paralysis
infantils meningitis
infe. rheumatism
infection of bladder
infection of bowells
infection of brain
infection of kidney
3infection of lungs
infestation
12inflamation
inflamation & croup
inflamation & fits
inflamation caused by sprained leg
inflamation in head
18inflamation of bowel
104inflamation of bowels
inflamation of bowels & cutting teeth
inflamation of bowels & dysentery
inflamation of bowels & pleurosy
inflamation of bowels & teething
25inflamation of brain
inflamation of intestines
2inflamation of kidneys
inflamation of kungs
inflamation of liver
408inflamation of lungs
inflamation of lungs & bronchitis
inflamation of lungs & whooping cough
2inflamation of lungs & bowels
inflamation of lungs & consumption
inflamation of lungs & convulsions
inflamation of lungs & dysentery
inflamation of lungs & liver
inflamation of lungs & whooping cough
inflamation of lungs and bowels
inflamation of lungs and brain
inflamation of lungs and old age
inflamation of lungs, diptheria
7inflamation of stomach
inflamation of the bladder
2inflamation of the bowels
8inflamation of the brain
inflamation of the groins
inflamation of the kidney
inflamation of womb
inflamation on lungs
inflamatory rheumatism
inflamitory rheumatism
inflammation bowels
11inflammation of bowels
5inflammation of brain
inflammation of kidneys
14inflammation of lungs
inflammation of lungs & malaria
inflammatory diarrhea
inflammatory rhuematism
37influenza
influenza & pneumonia
influenza and croup
3influenza and pneumonia
influenza complications
3influenza pneumonia
injured at oakwood mines
injured by explosion
injured by horse
injured by street car
injured falling from wagon
injured in a fight
injured in mine
4injured in mines
injured in mines; died from effects
injured in steinheur planing mills
injured in the mines
injured on cars
3injured on railroad
injuried in mines
6injuries
2injuries from cave in
injuries from fall
injuries from falling down stairs
injuries in mines
2injuries received from a fall
injuries received from assault
injuries received in auto accident
injuries received in mine
injuries received in mines
injuries received in the mines
injuries to bus accident
injurues
injury at birth
injury of back and pelvis
injury of internal organs
injury received from fall
2insane
3insanity
insanity/apoplexy (died at retreat)
insolation
insufficient circulation
int. hemorrhage
inter cranial hemorrhage
5intermittent fever
internal cancer
internal cancer supposed
internal hem.
internal hemorage
3internal hemorrhage
2internal injuries
internal injuries - colliery accident
internal injuries & cramps
internal injuries caused by suicide attempt
internal strain
interstitial nephritis
intestinal catanah
intestinal catarrh
3intestinal hemorrhage
5intestinal nephritis
17intestinal obstruction
intestinal obstructions
intestinal paralysis
intestinal toxemia
intra hemorrhage
intuerruption of bowel
inuntion
inward convulsions
6inward fits
inward spasms
12jaundice
job accident, buried by sand
2juliet catlin & james keithline on same line of lot record
kicked by a cow; fracture of left tibia
kicked by a horse
kicked by a horse; fractured skull
23kidney disease
kidney disease & dropsy of brain
kidney disease & summer complaint
kidney infection
3kidney trouble
kidney, liver and heart disease
5killed
killed at [?] slope no.3, runaway car
killed at dorrance shaft
killed at empire mines
killed at hartford breaker
2killed at parsons
2killed at pittston
killed at port bowkley
killed by a fall
killed by a mule in the mines
killed by accident
killed by an axe.
killed by an ice slide in canada
killed by being run over
killed by car
killed by carriage in shaft
22killed by cars
killed by cars - fall of top coal
killed by cars at ?& h breaker, mill creek
killed by cars at franklin mines
killed by coal car
killed by d&h passenger train at scott st. crossing.
killed by electric car
killed by electric cars
killed by explosion
killed by explosion of mine gas
killed by fall of coal
killed by fall of rock
killed by fall of rock in mines
killed by fall of rock.
killed by fall of stone in marble yard
killed by fall off top coal
killed by falling
killed by falling down shaft
killed by falling on icy steps
killed by falling timber
killed by gas
killed by mule
killed by piece of coal from blast
killed by premature explosion
killed by railroad train
killed by rr cars (not taken)
killed by street car
7killed by the cars
2killed by train
killed by train of cars
killed by wagon
killed in a culm bank fire
killed in black diamond mine
2killed in breaker
killed in broom factory
killed in coal breaker
killed in daimond breaker
killed in engine house
killed in fight
killed in franklin coal mine by fall of top rock
killed in franklin colliery
killed in johnstown
killed in mine accident
90killed in mines
killed in mines: fall of top coal
killed in mones
3killed in shaft
2killed in stanton shaft
9killed in the mines
killed in the port blanchard mine shaft
killed in tornado in arms of her mother, elizabeth mcginley.
killed in wreck on lehigh valley rr
killed of railroad
killed on ashley planes
killed on c.r.r. of n.j.
killed on d&r rr
killed on l. v. r. r.
killed on lvrr
killed on lvrr at midvale
killed on railraod
17killed on railroad
2killed on the railroad
killer by car
killer on railroad
killled by engine
la gripp
19la grippe
la grippe - rheumatism
lagrippe
laryngeal abscess
laryngeal croup
3laryngeal diphtheria
laryngismus stridulus
laryngitis
laryngitis & pulmonary tuberculosis
larynxitis
laudanum poisoning
leakage of heart
leaky heart
legs cut off by cars
leptomening
leukemia
3lingering illness
listed in index, but not in lot records for lot 131
liver
liver & kidney disease
liver abscess
3liver cancer
21liver complaint
2liver complications
liver complt
liver complt.
liver disease
2liver trouble
95lobar pneumonia
lobar pneumonia - diphtheria
lobar pneumonia following an operation
lobar pneumonia, tongue and lung cancer
2lock jaw
lock jaw (a.k.a. tetanus)
3lockjaw
loco ataxemy
7locomotor ataxia
locomotor atuxia
loomis
lubar pneumonia
ludwigs angina
lung abcess
lung abcess
2lung cancer
lung complaint
lung consumption
17lung disease
lung embolism
9lung fever
2lung inflamation
6lung trouble
lungs poisoned by acid
lymphatic leukemia
maeamcus
mal gestation
14malaria
malaria & typhoid
malaria and typhoid
3malaria fever
12malarial fever
malarial tuberculosis
malarial typhoid
2malformation
malignant pectule
malignant tumor
25malnutrition
malnutrition of spine
malnutrtion
2malpractice
mania & po
2marasinus
3marasmas
155marasmus
marasmus & yellow jaundice
marasuiris
2marasums
masosmus
mastoid anscess
mastoid operation
measales
measeles
measels
measels & croup
84measles
measles & diphtheria
measles & fever
measles & fits
3measles & inflamation of lungs
3measles & pneumonia
measles & whooping cough
measles and croup
measles and spinal meningitis
mediastatic emphysema
membramous croup & whooping cough
membramus croup
membrane croup
12membraneous croup
membraneous croupe
membraneous laryngitis
87membranous croup
3membranous croup & diphtheria
2menbraneous croup
menengitis
6meningeal croup
meningeal tuberculosis
42meningitis
meningitis (spinal)
meningitis following pneumonia
menningitis
mental insufficiency
merasmus
merentuic trombosis
merraeggattis
mesentens thrombosis
metatasis
metistatic endometrial cancer
miliary tuberculosis
millary tuberculosis
77mine accident
mine accident at d&h coal co.
mine accident; found dead in stanton colliery
2mine explosion
mine injuries
21miners asthma
3miners' asthma
2miner's asthma
miners astma
miners consumption
2miners' consumption
miner's consumption
3miscarriage
miteorl regurgitation - gen. debility
mitral heart disease
5mitral insufficiency
mitral insufficiency heart
mitral musupation of heart
6mitral regurgitation
mitral regurgitation colored
mitral stenosis
monstrosity
mortification
mortuary notice; date: 1905-03-17; paper: wilkes-barre times
mother had diabetes
mule kick
3mumps
2murder
murder - shot in heart
4murdered
myelitis
myocardiac infarction
myocardial damage
myocardial infection
4myocardio infarction
200myocarditis
myocarditis (chronic)
myocarditis heart condition
myocarditis heart disease
myocardits
3myocharditis
myoletis
narcotic poisoning
nasal diphtheria
4natural causes
natural fever
necrosis of spinal column
nephriths
67nephritis
nephritis - chronic heart trouble
nerve fever
nervous attack
nervous prostration
nervous prosttration
nervousness
neuralgia
neuralgia of heart
neuralgia on brain
neurosthemia
newsboy; killed by central flyer
nitral regrergitation
126no cause given
2no cause listed
2no dates
no entry
5no given cause
no information
2none given
not given
2not known
not listed
nothing listed
nural mitengation
obesity
2obstruction of bowel
3obstruction of bowels
obstuction of bowels
occlusive coronary
ocnsumption
oedema of lungs
of congestion
143old age
old age & dropsy
old age & general debility
old age & malarial fever
old age & paralysis
old age (exhaustion)
old age and cold
old colored woman died at city hospital
2oleo colitis
onthrocosis
operation
operation for goiter
2organic disease
11organic heart disease
2organic heart disease and dropsy
osteo colitis
osteo sarcoma
ovarian cyst & appendicitis
overdose of laudanum
overdose of laudnum
overdose of opium
palpitations of heart
palpural convulsion
3palsey
14palsy
pancreatic cancer
paraletic stroke
parallysis
114paralysis
paralysis - stroke
paralysis and apoplexy
paralysis and general debility
paralysis following diphtheria
paralysis following diptheria
paralysis of brain
4paralysis of heart
3paralysis of insane
paralysis of nerves
paralytic dementia
paralytic fit
paralytic fits
11paralytic stroke
parcetic dementia
parcoma
3paresis
paretic dementia
paretic dimentia
pectisis
pectoris
pediatric tuberculosis
pelvic abscess
pelvic cellulitis
pemphegos
pending (drug od)
perferia
perforated gastric ulcer
3pericarditis
periferal sepcis
perisis
peritonistis
51peritonitis
peritonitis following an operation
peritonitis with dropsy
peritonits
peritonits, typhoid fever
3pernicious anemia
perontitis
3perotinitis
phbhisis pulmonalis
phithisis
phithisis pulmonalis
phlebitis
7phthesis
phthesis puleroualis
15phthisis
phthisis pneumonalis
phthisis pneumonia
7phthisis pulmonalis
6phthisis -tuberculosis
11phthsis
phthsis paresis
phthsis pneumonia
phthsis pulmonaris
phthsis: complications
phthsis; tuberculosis
piles
piricarditis
pistol shot
pistol shot wound
pistol shot wound; suicide
"pistol wounds through heart and face by stewart whorley, a negro, supposedly over a mulatto girl named alice wilson. see article in w-b times dated 2 july
1894. whorley claims it was self defense."
placenta previa
placenta previa (during childbirth)
pleural tuberculosis
pleuresy
pleuresy & pneumonia
6pleurisy
pleurisy of bowels
pleuro endocarditis
7pleuro pneumonia
pleuropneumonia
2pleuro-pneumonia
5pleurosy
pleurosy & inflamation of lungs
plu carcinoma
plural meningitis
pluresy
pluricy brights disease
pluro-pneumonia
plymouth disease: typhoid or malaria
plymouth fever
pnemonitis
pneumatic uremia
2pneuminia
pneuminia whooping cough
pneumonai
715pneumonia
pneumonia & cerebral meningitis
pneumonia & general debility
pneumonia & heart disease
pneumonia & hepititis
pneumonia & influenza
pneumonia & meningitis
pneumonia & whooping cough
pneumonia after appendicitis
pneumonia and croup
pneumonia following burns
pneumonia following measles
pneumonia following scarlet fever
pneumonia following whooping cough
pneumonia inflamation
pneumonia lagrippe
pneumonia lober
2pneumonitis
2pnuemonia
pnuemonia and inflamation of bowels
poisioning
3poison
poisoned
poisoned by paris green (an insecticide)
poisoned by wild parsnip
poisoning gas
possible suicide, under investigation
post scarletina nephritis
postfracture hemmorrage
potts disease
2powder explosion
powder explosion in mines
3powder mill explosion
pramature birth
2prematire birth
20premature
239premature birth
premature bitrth
premature childbirth
premature irth
6prematurity
primary anemia
proas abacess
probably heart disease
prolitis
prostate cancer
prostatic hypestrophy
protracted labor
prucious anemia
ptheisis
ptomaine poisoning
pueperal eclampisia
puerperal convulsions
puerperal eclampsia
2puerperal fever
puerperal infection
puerperal lepticalnia
pul pneumonia
4pul tuberculosis
pulm. tuberculosis
pulmanary collapse
pulminary tuberculosis
pulmnary hemorrhage
pulmonary ??
pulmonary abscess
pulmonary asthma
2pulmonary bronchial pneumonia
2pulmonary congestion
3pulmonary consumption
pulmonary disease
8pulmonary edema
4pulmonary embolism
pulmonary endema
5pulmonary hemorrhage
pulmonary hemorrhage - mine accident
pulmonary hemorrhage - tuberculosis
pulmonary homorrhage
pulmonary hypo congestion
pulmonary infection
pulmonary insufficiency
2pulmonary oedema
2pulmonary phthisis
2pulmonary phthsis
3pulmonary thrombosis
63pulmonary tuberculosis
purpora hemorrhages
purura
pyanemia
pyelitis
pyena
pyjhlitis
pyloric stenosis
pyloric ulcer
pyonephrites (probably pyelonephritis)
pythisis - tuberculosis
5quick consumption
quick ocnsumption
quinzy
r. r. accident
rachitis
49railroad accident
2railway accident
3rectal cancer
rectal collapse
renal disease
2renal dropsy
respiratory and cardiac failure
respiratory collapse
8respiratory failure
result of a stroke on dec 3
result of delivery
result of injuries received in a trolly car accident july 11th, 1911
result of injury
result of railroad accident
result of trolly accident
rheumatic arthritis
rheumatic feveer
5rheumatic fever
3rheumatic heart
22rheumatism
rheumatism & dropsy
rheumatism & pneumonia
7rheumatism of heart
rhumatic inflamation & typhoid fever
rhumatic myocarditis
rhumatism
rhumetoid arthritis
2ricketts
rr accident
run over by a wagon
9run over by cars
run over by cars on july 17
run over by coal cars
run over by d & h cars
run over by street car
run over by train while laying on tracks
run over by wagon
run ovver by train
7rupture
rupture bladder
rupture of aortic aneurysm
rupture of blood vessel
rupture of blood vessels
rupture of lung
rupture of lungs
rupture of ovarian cyst
rupture of spine
rupture of stomach
rupture stomach
ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm
ruptured blood vessel
ruptured liver
ruptured sacular
salt rheum.
4sarcoma
sarcoma of left ulna
sarcoma of liver
sarcoma of pelvis
sarcunis
saricoma of lung
scald
11scalded
scalded by bursting of steam pipe
scalded by explosion
scalded by water
2scalded in mines
scalding
2scalds
scarlatania
2scarlatina
scarlet feaver
scarlet feve
183scarlet fever
4scarlet fever & diphtheria
scarlet fever & dropsy
scarlet fever & heart failure
scarlet fever & inflamation of lungs
scarlet fever & measles
scarlet fever & measles & diphtheria
scarlet fever diptheltheria
scarlet fever diptheria
scarlet rash
scarlet rash & dropsy
7scarletina
scarletina & dropsy
scarofula
sciatica endocarditis
2sclerosis
7scrofula
2scrofulus fever
scrofulus sore mouth
sea poison
senile cardiac faillure
senile changes
senile depepuation
senile deterioration
senile gangrene
senile pneumonia
7senility
3septacemia
septenemia
septic cysts
6septic infection
septic meningitis
septic peritonitis
5septic pneumonia
3septicaemia
16septicemia
septicemia - due to infected naval
septicemia following blood poison
2septiremia
severe birth
severe generalized arteriosclerosis
severe illness
severe sickness
10shock
shock - burns
shock & concussion
shock accidental
shock during injury from being hit by train
shock following absess
shock following accident at unattended railroad crossing.
shock following birth
shock following injury
shock following miscarriage
shock following operation
shock following railroad accident
shock from injury
shock received from broken leg
shock; fractured skull from fall down stairs.
shot
shot by connell bros.
shot to death murder
sick suddenly
2silicosis
2sinking of home, mine cave
sirrosis of liver
40small pox
5smallpox
smothered in culm pile
smothered in mine
softening of brain
sore head healed too quick
4sore mouth
sore throat
2spasm
spasmadic croup
spasmodic
35spasms
spelled rasper in lot record; brought in from old point comfort
spimal meningitis
spina bifida
spinabufida
spinal & cerebro menengitis
spinal bifida
13spinal disease
spinal injury
spinal malaria
spinal mengitis
3spinal meningitis
3spine disease
3spiral meningitis
splenic anemia
18spotted fever
sprain
srterio heart disease
ssepticemia
stab wound
stagnation of the blood
starvation
starvation in prison confinement
statras thymicus
status epilepticus (convulsions)
still birth
18still born
still bron
stillbirth
stillbor
1232stillborn
2stillborn - premature birth
stillborn male
stillborn, premature birth
stillborn: anoxia
stomach canceer
16stomach cancer
8stomach trouble
stomach trouble cold
2stomach ulcers
stone gall of the liver
4strangulated hernia
8strangulation
strangulation - hanging
3street car accident
stricture
stricture of throat
2stroke
stroke of paralysis
struck by a car
struck by lehigh valley engine
struck by passenger train
3struck by train
struck by train 21 aug 1916
2struck by trolley car
structure of bile ????
suffication
suffocated by gas.
6suffocation
suffocation of gas
suffocation or inflamation
sugar diabetes
49suicide
suicide - alcoholism
2suicide - hanging
suicide (cut throat)
suicide (drowning)
2suicide by carbolic acid poisoning
suicide by drowning; jumped from dagobert st. into susquehanna a week ago. identified by 1910 miner's certificate found in his pocket.
10suicide by hanging
suicide by hanging in scranton jail
suicide by laudnum
suicide by pistol shot wounds
suicide by poisioning
suicide by revolver wound
suicide by shooting himself in the head at 87 dagobert st. spanish-american war veteran. survived by his father and 4 sisters.
suicide by whiskey
suicide from shotgun wound.
suicide, bullet through roof of mouth
suicide; jumped from the market st. bridge into the susquehanna river
summer c ???
2summer compalint
163summer complaint
summer complications
summer croup
summer diarrhea
summer diarrhora
summer dranhora
summercomplaint
2sun stroke
5sunstroke
supposed he was murdered
susmmer complaint
sustained fractured skull
swelling in neck
swelling of the larynx
sycope
syncope
2syphilis
syphilitic
syphilitic aortitic
systhis of nephritis
syticemia
tabes dorsalis (a late form of syphilis resulting in nerve damage)
tachycardia
taking medicine
53teething
teething & cholera infantum
teething & croup
2teething & dysentery
2teething & fits
teething & measles
teething & summer complaint
teething and fits
teething and inflamation of brain
teething and membranous croup
teething cholera infantum
4tetanus
third degree burns
thphoid fever
2throat cancer
2throat disease
throat hemorrhage
9thrombosis
thyphoid fever
thypoid pneumonia
tibercular menengitis
toxema
7toxemia
toxic gastric enteritis
toxieosis
traumatic meningitis
traumatic peritonitis
traumatic shock
traumatic agitation ?
trouble with spine
tuarition
tubercular bronchial pneumonia
8tubercular meningitis
4tubercular peritonitis
tubercular pleurisy
tubercular pneumonia
134tuberculosis
tuberculosis - obit says dropsy
tuberculosis & premature birth
tuberculosis emphysema
tuberculosis meningitis
2tuberculosis of lungs
tuberculosis of rectum
tuberculosis of skin
tuberculosis pulmonalis
tuberculosis, whooping cough & pneumonia
tubicular mirentery
3tuburcular meningitis
tuburculer meningitis
15tumor
tumor & dropsy
tumor and dropy
tumor in brain
tumor of bowels
2tumor of brain
tumor of liver
tumor of spine
tumor on back
tumors
tumors of brain
turbercular meningitis
turbercular pneumonia
turmor in stomach
tyhoid fever
typhiod fever
3typhoid
typhoid and scarlet fever
typhoid feveer
221typhoid fever
typhoid fever & diphtheria
typhoid fever & kidney disease
typhoid fever & spinal disease
typhoid fever and heart failure
typhoid malaria
30typhoid pneumonia
typhus abdominalis
3typhus fever
ulcer
ulcer in throat
ulcerated stomach
ulceration of stomach
ulcers on lungs
undetermined
24unknown
15unknown cause
unknown cause of death
3unknown causes
unknown cod
upper gi bleed: anthracilacosia
ur..fibrillation
9uraemia
uraemia convulsions
uraemic convulsions
uranamia
urania poisoning
urasma
49uremia
uremia & heart disease
uremia & nephritis
3uremia nephrosis
uremia poisoning
3uremic coma
3uremic convulsions
2uremic poisoning
2uterine cancer
uterine hemorrhage
uterine sarcoma
utero colitis
utero hemorrhage
uterus
vaalvular heart disease
2vaccination
valoular heart trouble
valvular disease of heart
15valvular heart disease
valvulitis
vascular disease
vascular stroke
ventricular fibrilation
virus pneumonia
volivus
vomiting blood
water of brain
8water on brain
2water on the brain
2weak heart
weak lungs
453weakness
weakness & general debility
2weakness from birth
weakness from premature birth
weakness; la grippe
4weeakness
wesogestation
90whooping cough
whooping cough & complications
whooping cough & fits
2whooping cough & pneumonia
whooping cough & spasms
whooping cough & weakness
whooping cough croup
whooping cough w/ convulsions
whooping vough
whoopiong cough
wilkes-barre
wood alcoholism
worm fever
2worms
wound of brain
3yellow jaundice

Original file from
https://www.wilkes-barre.city/sites/wilkes-barrepa/files/uploads/wbcemeteryrecordscomplete.pdf

Heloise missed one

Readers here know I’m a big fan of advice columns in general, and of Heloise in particular. In a recent Heloise column, 13-year-old Jenna D. asked “Why are items priced at $4.99 instead of $5?”

Courtesy imgur.com / amazon.com / rather-be-shopping.com

Heloise had a good answer: “It’s based on the fact that we read [prices] from right to left. Your brain perceives the number 4 as less than 5, which it is. So we’re thinkin’ we’re getting a heck of a deal!“ God, I love Heloise. It’s like hearing from Marge Gunderson. 

I’ve heard another good reason for pricing  goods this way: it’s to reduce employee theft. Ever since the invention of the cash register, store owners have known that on even-dollar items, cashiers would sometimes slip the cash into their own pocket instead of ringing it up.

In the late 1800s, a manager at Sears Roebuck, or maybe Montgomery Ward depending on who you believe, came up with the idea of reducing even-dollar prices by one cent as a way to force cashiers to open the register to give change on every sale. This created a record of the sale, rang a bell to announce it, and got the cash into the proper hands.

Wikipedia article Psychological pricing gives us several other good reasons for this sometimes annoying pricing practice.


Below, the book’s title says it all – it’s a history of the cash register.

310 Fifth Avenue

Probably every commercial building in New York City has led several lives. The building at 310 Fifth Avenue, between 32nd and 33rd, is a good example. In 1927 it was an IBM showroom; in 2021 an upscale men’s hat store.

IBM showroom, 1927

The 1927 display window featured pre-computer–era business machinery such as a time clock to track employee attendance, a parcel-post scale and meter, grinders for coffee and meat, and various types of punched card equipment.

J.J. Hat Center, 2021

Ninety-plus years later, this busy Manhattan neighborhood is known as Koreatown. The IBM showroom is now the nicely-fitted-out J.J. Hat Center.

Next door at 308 Fifth Avenue is the Manhattan branch of the Bank of Hope, the world’s largest Korean-American commercial bank.

On the other side, at 312 Fifth, is Gopchang Story BBQ, a Korean barbecue restaurant focusing on beef intestines. Gopchang’s intriguing intro page and delivery menu make me wish I still worked in Manhattan.

Yukhoe – seasoned beef tartare

Nak gop jeongol – beef small intestine, large intestine, tripe, vegetables & octopus

Dallas

Yes, Dallas. Even sixty years later, that name brings sad memories to those who were watching television on November 22nd, 1963 and over the long weekend that followed.

From the moment we heard that shots had been fired at the President’s motorcade, then later heard Walter Cronkite’s announcement that the President was dead, we could not take our eyes off the screen.

Stunned, we watched over and over the motorcade turn into the Dealey Plaza ambush, the President be shot, Jackie reach for something, the limousine speed off to the hospital.

We watched the vigil outside the emergency room, we watched Air Force One’s return to Washington with the President’s body and the new President, we watched the thousands of mourners pass by the casket, we watched over and over Jack  Ruby kill Oswald, we watched the funeral procession, we watched Jackie at the grave.

We had a Thanksgiving, winter came, we had a Christmas, then more winter.

Then, on February 9th, we watched a new band called the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show.

Somehow, when we went to bed that night, we felt like everything was going to be all right.

Young Abe and the Widow

Visiting card, courtesy ha.com

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+++Abe went to the widow
+++and before he would leave her
+++he split her rails
+++and then her beaver

+++++++++++++Author unknown

Labcorp, May 17, 2019

Grumpy Cat, courtesy Bruce Glikas/FilmMagic

After checking in at Labcorp, I am called to room #3, followed by the technician. After our hellos and identity confirmation, I pass along some news from the waiting-room TV.

Me, lightly: “Hey, some sorta bad news just now on the TV.”
She, a bit wary: “Oh?”
Me: “Yeah, they just said Grumpy Cat died.”
She: “Oh no!” (looks distressed)
Me: “Yeah, plus the guy on TV said ‘Grumpy THE Cat has died.’”
She, disgusted: “He didn’t. Even. Know.”
We talk a bit more about the life of Grumpy, then she draws my blood.
As I roll down my sleeve to leave, she mentions Grumpy again.
Me, solemnly: “You will never forget where you were this day.”
She, solemnly: “Yes… in Room 3, with Paul.”

Don’t be a scab

Streetcar-strike sympathizers, 1916. Photo by Bain News Service

I have a small framed print of this photo in a prominent spot in my house. When a friend noticed it for the first time, she asked me who the girls were. I couldn’t resist, and said “Oh, that’s my Aunt Mabel and my mom helping out at a streetcar strike in New York City.”

She started to say how wonderful that was, but I told her I was only kidding – what I said was just something I liked to imagine because my Aunt Mabel and my mom were both the right age to have looked like that in 1916.


Full-size retouched photo, much crisper than the one above
(Crisp: “Pleasantly clear and sharp”)

Original image at the Library of Congresss

The Portland Vahhhse

Plinth, the original title of this article, is an odd-looking word. It means “a heavy base supporting a statue or vase.” My wife Mimi and I first became aware of the word when we were in England on vacation in 1989.

The Portland Vase, photo courtesy sylcreate.com

I know the year was 1989 because I looked up the date the newly-repaired Portland Vase (pronounced “Vahhhse” if you are British) was restored to its plinth at the British Museum.

That much-celebrated artifact, a violet-blue Roman glass urn taken from the tomb of Emperor Alexander Severus, is probably the most famous glass object in the world. Believed to date between A.D. 1 and A.D. 25, the first recorded mention of it was in 1601, as it began its travels among the collections of Pope Urban VIII, Cardinal Francesco Maria del Monte, and several noble Roman families including the Barberinis. During those years the vase was known as the Barberini Vase.

In the 1770s, it was sent to Britain in repayment of gambling debts incurred by Donna Cordelia Barberini. From there it came into the possession of the 3rd Duke of Portland, earning it the name it is known by today. After further travels, in 1810 the vase was transferred safely to the collection of the British Museum—so far so good.

But one afternoon in 1845, a drunken student named William Mulcahy threw a heavy sculpture onto the artifact’s glass case, smashing the vase to pieces (189 of them, to be precise), and precipitating years of news stories and three vase restorations. The first two restorations were unsatisfactory—as time passed, the glue yellowed and became visible. The third and most recent restoration, completed over the 1988 Christmas holiday, took nine months and used modern adhesives and methods. That restoration was pronounced a success and predicted to last 100 years.

John Doubleday around 1845 with his restoration of the Portland Vase and a watercolor of its shattered fragments

This is where Mimi and I come in. We had been wandering through the museum admiring such treasures as the Rosetta Stone, taken from the French after their 1801 defeat in Egypt, and the so-called Elgin Marbles, decorative friezes stripped from the Parthenon by Lord Elgin in the early 1800s. We came to a room devoted to artifacts of the Roman Empire.

The Portland Vase wasn’t in the room yet, but shortly after we entered it was rolled in and placed on a plinth by a solemn procession of guards, curators and officials.

Having never heard of the Portland Vase, and knowing nothing of its history, I was curious about the object that had been brought into the room with such ceremony.

Being an American, I walked over to get a better look, ending up about three feet away. The vase was not yet enclosed in protective glass, and was truly beautiful. Its guards were not prepared for the sudden appearance of this much-too-close visitor, and froze. Could it happen again? Time stood still.

Surprisingly, no one tackled me or tried in any way to move me away from the venerated object.

After a minute or two, I finished my inspection, rejoined Mimi and we moved on.


Special thanks to restoration site sylcreate.com for their article “A restoration 144 years in the making – how the Portland Vase was restored to its Roman glory”

I’ve seen some things

“You’re not gonna believe this”

Three  unrelated things I’ve seen that people seem reluctant to believe when I tell about them. Your mileage may vary.

  • As a child, I saw two or maybe three Civil War veterans riding in the back seat of a convertible in a patriotic parade in Bloomfield, probably on Decoration Day (now Memorial Day) 1943. I remember because I came down with measles that same day and threw up across my mother’s chenille bedspread.
  • I have always enjoyed watching faith healers such as Jimmy Swaggart and other noisy, lovable fakes. In the 1960s, at nine o’clock on Sunday nights on one of the local channels in Newark, there was a black preacher who practiced Faith Dentistry, although not by that name. He did the standard laying-on-of-hands, fall-backward-into-the-catchers, send-me-the-money show, but he also had testimony from those who had been cured of dental afflictions.

“…and when I woke up the next morning, my cavities was filled!”
“What were thy filled with?”
“They was filled with… SILVER!”

Google is no help tracking down this preacher or his show, so good luck to you and keep me posted.

  • One winter day in the early 1960s at about seven o’clock in the morning I was sitting in a bar in Dover (the Dover in Morris County) New Jersey. Don’t judge me, I was trying to stay warm until my route customer next door opened, and you can’t just walk into a business and not buy anything. Anyway, the TV news came on, and one of the first stories was about a huge explosion in Russia, much damage, thought to be a meteor strike. (I was guessing nuke accident.) Nothing about it in any of the newspapers next day, no follow-up on TV, nothing on Google now. Mysteries abound.

Foul footsteps

The Star-Spangled Banner has four verses, not that you’d know it from seeing any ball games. I have never heard verse 2, 3 or 4 sung in public. Verse 3 is especially interesting because it dumps all over that ‘band’ of dirty Redcoat bastards. It goes like this:

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Link to all four verses

John Trumbull, “The Death of General Mercer at the Battle of Princeton, January 3, 1777,” courtesy Yale University Art Gallery

400 years

The Pilgrims Going to Church, George H. Boughton, 1867
courtesy newberry.org

This Thursday was Thanksgiving, a religious and secular holiday Americans observe every year. What made this year’s Thanksgiving even more significant, although the fact was overlooked by the media, was that it marked 400 years since the Pilgrims set foot on this continent, November 11th, 1620.

Unlike the media, I am proud of those 400 years.


The Post Office hasn’t forgotten; they have a commemorative Forever stamp showing the 1620 date.

Mayflower in Plymouth Harbor, 1620

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