A Sunny Spring Day On William Street, The Burg
This is William Street as it passes Anderson Street
along the way to Liberty Street. You can see Franklin
School in the background:)
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4 comments:
Go three blocks, make a right and a quick left. The shop has limited hours but the quality of the repair will be excellent I can assure you.
Frank's Shoe Shop was run by my Grandfather at 539 William Street in the late 1930's and 1940's.
Frank Krwywonos rented that place from a Mrs. Ende and paid a princely sum of $11 a month.
I was going through some old registrations for Indian Motorcycles that my uncles owned back from the 20's and 30's and the receipts were among them.
Early in the 1900's he tried a shop on Albany Street in New Brunswick then a farm in Robbinsville that folded before the depression.
I understand with a large family he worked three jobs. Labor at Whitehead Rubber, the shoe shop and to relax he was a watchman at Kramers on Olden. He never drove and walked between them. He was quite a man and died a few days short of 102.
Skip
HI MAC....JUST GOT BACK FROM FLORIDA WHERE WE CELEBRATED MY 91ST BIRTHDAY. WE LIVED ON WILLIAM ST. A SHORT TIME WHILE I WAS WORKING AT THE POST OFFICE. I HOPE I CAN MATCH SKIP'S GRANDFATHER AND LAST AS LONG BUT I'M HOLDING ON. THE WEATHER IN FLORIDA WAS HOTTER THAN I CAN REMEMBER BUT I GOT THE CHANCE TO VISIT MOST OF MY FAMILY. THEY ALL FOLLOW YOUR SITE AND LOVE IT. BEST REGARDS.
Hi Skip. That shop would be very
near to Franklin Park back in the
day. What a nice area this was:)
Happy Birthday Ralph:))
Happy Birthday Ralph! I take it that you are the elder of this tribe and, wish you many more.
Pop's secrets for old age.
Never eat fresh bread.
Eat what you want but work hard and lord he did. To cut a bit of fat from meat was a sin and there was never a crumb on his plate.
Breakfast?
Italian wine of the least expensive and bitterest variety you can find. The glass was a bit bigger than a shot glass.
Atop a slice of rye that had been aged for a few days went some mustard and horseradish. One clove of fresh garlic would be carefully sliced with a tiny but razor deadly pen knife and distributed over the mustard and horseradish.
He said that eating fresh bread would kill you early and had something to do with the mold or yeast in the rye. There is some truth in this and I think it has to do with "ergot" a deadly fungus?
The rest of his meals were all regular stuff but he swore by that breakfast.
Skip
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