Tuesday, July 27, 2010

More of John Bohns Burg Area Memories and Reflections

More of John Bohns Burg Area Memories and Reflections

John Bohn Wrote:

Hi Again, Mike. Just a few things now. You mentioned Businesses.
One that you may have skipped was, "Yaegers, (John), that had
the Butcher Shop on corner of Woodland Street and Remsen Avenue
, facing Franklin Park. His son Tony took over the business
later after his father passed away. Tony had a very bad case
of Asthma and was 4F when induction into military began. I
went to Immaculate with Tony and we graduated 1934/5. I have
a large photo that I will make a copy of on my Lexmark printer
which I don't think I can use for Scanning. I have most of
the names. I always remember that the shop had a hook where
John hung a side of a steer and cut the pieces you wanted.
Depression time. Always asked for a bone for the dog.
(didn't have one). Mom made soup with it. John had credit
books for each customer and they paid on paydays. Had a small
sign over cash register. "The World's Coming to an End. Pay
your Bill Now. We can't go Looking All Over Hell for You." It
was more of a Joke than Seriousness. He always closed between
12:00 and 1:00 and went in the house and took an hour nap.
In previous writing, I mentioned a Saloon at the Corner Broad
Street and Liberty Street. 1200. Mentioned Large Stepping
Stone for people to step off their Horse and Carriage to go
into the Saloon. Stone was about size of G.I. Locker Box.
My father Peter Bohn, was a professional Tailor who would
measure a person; draw a Pattern on Brown Paper; Copy it to
Material; and Create a 3 Piece Suit. I was the Presser on
the Large Steam Press Machine. Until I Enlisted into the
Marine Corps after Pearl Harbor for a 4 year Tour of Duty in
Philadelphia Navy Yard. But I was Released earlier with
lesser time because of Combat Duty which allowed time
shortened. Back to pressing again. Joined TNJFD and pressed
on my off days. Father passed away near 60 yrs of age.
I still pressed for the new owners at times. Needed money
for the school books for my 3 children at Immaculate.
Preferred Wife to be a Home Mother and take care of us, and
I'll supplement the small fire department wage. But, that's
enough of my memories, will give you some more later if you're
still interested. I'm not one to say the common Expression,
"Have a Nice Day." Only 2 more hours left of the day.
"Have a GOOD LONG LIFETIME". That's what we're doing. John


Thank You for this John, its great:)
That store across from Franklin Park was Jim & Marys in my
Burg day..don't know if they were related to the folks you
mentioned. I worked for many years at Appraisal Exchange with
my Dad and Brother and Mom within a 30 second walk to the
Widows Watch (What the Bar at Liberty Street and South Broad
Street was called in my Burg day).

3 comments:

Angela Brenna Zipperer said...

I remember Jim and Mary's. Funnily enough I was just explaining to my son yesterday how devastating it was when the candy prices there went from .05 and .10 to .06 and .12!
Our family lived across from the park....Dad owned Home Laundry....he had a very short commute!

Mack said...

Hi Angela:)
This crazy runaway candy price
inflation..12 cents ..outrageous
agree:)))

My records show The Brenna Family
at 938 Franklin Street back in the
day. The corner of Franklin Park
where Remsen meets Franklin is where me my brothers and our friends played football in the fall and winter and baseball in spring and summer quite often from
the early 1970s to the early 1980s
so if you were in that house in any
of those years and saw a bunch of kids playing in that corner of the park there is a good chance it was
us. Also if you walked just a bit
down Franklin to Brown Street, a
few blocks in the distance is where
brown met Liberty Street, you could
see part of our house on Liberty in
the Burg. A classmate for a few years at Franklin School was Carl
Lejanbre who lived on that block.
And long ago I am told Cheech
AKA Elio Bartoli lived near there
in the late 70s or early 80s...
small world:)
years

Angela Brenna Zipperer said...

Yes, that's the house I grew up in. The family that bought it in 2002 told us they would take good care of it. It was a great place to grow up.