by Rich Burrell » Thu Jun 21, 2007 6:22 pm
Yes, the Asst. Mgr. was Barney Mc Mahon, from City Island, His wife was in the late stages of cancer that summer and yet he still had a hell of a sense of humor. He used to get visibly po'd at the senior citizens who would line up on Monday morning for the Jane Parker baked goods. The lemon pie, regular retail 39 cents was marked down to 20 cents and when the doors opened, it looked like the Oklahoma land rush. I worked with Christine Sweeney, Eleanor Rogan, John Bluett (from Morris park, who died of cancer during his college years, and a big guy whose name I believe was Fitpatrick, who lived around Guerlain and Leland. Jimmy Voltura was the produce guy, who loved fruits and vegetables more than life itsself. We went out of our way to screw up that dept. Hank ran Dairy and I forget who was the meat mgr. The bookkeeper was a nice Italian woman whose name I forget.
When not cashiering, I liked the soap aisle because everything stacked easily without sliding. Harry let us open a six-pack of Tudor (house brand) beer after Saturday night clean-up. I think that's why I've never been much of a drinker.
For fun we would take swollen cans of Daily (another house brand) dog food and punch a hole in the top with our box cutters. Next step was to slide it down an adjacent aisle, getting as close as possible to a working colleague. I cannot
describe the smell of the air escaping from those cans.
We loved to get Barney's goat whenever possible. That summer, we got a shipment of Gatorade for the first time. We kept asking him where "Gat-o-rad" belonged-juice or soda aisle. He finally came to the end of the aisle and yelled at the top of his lungs "don't bother me with odd-ball s_ _t ! When he realized all the customers had heard him, he couldn't stop laughing.
I tell my kids that i wouldn't have wanted to live anywhere else as a kid. Unlike the suburbs, none of us knew who had more or less-everyone was pretty much in the same boat. We all came home to a hot meal and a warm bed.
Our parents lived their lives for us and they never felt cheated.
I have next-door neighbors-the wife is a pediatrician and he's a lawyer for the NY Mets. She once asked us how we ever managed 2 boys and a girl in only a 3 bedroom house with two baths. I told her my mother grew up in Harlem with 9 kids in a cold water flat-none of them ever went to jail or suffered mental illness.
We were all blessed to have passed through there.