Introduction

Introduction

While I was born in 1951, sometimes I feel like I was born in 1914. My father told me so many stories about growing up in Philadelphia, and occasionally even about his family, that I feel some sense of at least one person's life in those years before I was born. While my mother, of course, wanted a child, I'm not sure that my father did. I think there was a part of it all that scared him, so they waited quite a while to have me. I hope I was "a relief" to my father, and I think I worked hard to be a good son. Looking back, especially at those few older pictures I have of my father, I think the very best part of his life was the first half - back when things were simple, he had good friends, and the burdens of adulthood were not yet upon him. Looking back, I feel like the best part of my life was the first half, largely due to my parents. It was a time when life was simple, controllable, and when I was actually organized! I'm sure my father found many good things in his entire life, as do I, but I believe we had this in common - that there is nothing better than growing up in Philadelphia. So, do not find the title of my new blog in any way depressing, my friends, its just a perspective that I've found interesting to investigate.

I'll start by writing about my family. I realize we are nothing special, but as we've learned from millions of pages of memoirs written and published, there can be much to be learned from those who came before us.

As I get past some family stories, this blog may be of interest to anyone who grew up in the Delaware Valley/Philadelphia/Delaware County in the 1950's and 60's, or to anyone married/partnered to one (if you are, there is much you need to understand before the two of you can communicate!).

Please check out my book, Saturday Night at Sarah Joy's. All proceeds go to the Hurricane Sandy NJ Relief Fund. Information is available at: saturdaynightatsarahjoys.blogspot.com.

Thank you!


Sunday, September 9, 2012

Growing Up in The 50's and 60's in Philadelphia and Delaware County - Some Things That I Remember


Things I remember:

1.  Tastykakes
2.  soft pretzels
3.  steaks and hoagies
4.  people who sold roasted chestnuts on the street in the winter

OK, those are the ones you were probably expecting.

Looking back, our lives were different in the 50's and 60's, at least to me.

1.  Cars had a single, front seat. These were a make-out heaven.  One hand was for driving and one was for holding.  Why did we go from a bench to bucket seats?  Shouldn't we have voted or something?

2.  It was a time when I knew how to talk about music.  If someone recorded a dozen songs and made those songs commercially available, they would have "made a record".  Apparently use of the word "record" for such a collection confuses people now.  Records came in albums and albums had album cover art, and text on the back and text, occasionally, on the paper sleeve that the record came in.  When you bought a dozen songs, you used to get so much more than what you get now when you download.

3.  If you heard the word Cappuccino, you would assume it was a good Italian family name.

4.  It was a time when the only air bag in your car was when Uncle Elmer was driving.

5.  It was a time when cars were works of art - fins were in, and if your friend's parents had a Hudson Hornet, you got to ride in a cross between a hearse and a mechanical beetle.

6.  It was a time when vocabulary was rich - sampling history, entertainment and politics in daily analogies.  This unfortunately has all gone out the window like high button shoes. 

7.  There were formal battles everywhere, and you had to choose.  These were more important than whether you were a Democrat or a Republican!  Which side were you on?  The Beatles or the Dave Clark 5?  Pepsi or Coke?  Arco or Texaco?  Chevy or Ford?  Catholic or Protestant?  Ivory or Dial? American Bandstand or Aquarama?  Penn Jersey or Pep Boys?  The Bazaar or Jerry's Corner?  Thom McAn or Father & Son?

8.  People actually felt good about putting a tiger in their tanks.

9.  There was ABC, NBC, and CBS.  That was really it. 

10.  Newspapers were great, there were lots of them, and they were a part of our daily lives.  We got the Philadelphia Inquirer (the morning paper), The Philadelphia Evening Bulletin (the evening paper) and the Delaware County Daily Times (on Thursdays).

11.  Radios were AM.  You listened to the music on the radio out of a 2-inch speaker during the day, and an ear bud late at night or, if you were lucky, a bed speaker that you put under your pillow.

12.  Nothing was stereo.

13.  People drank everywhere - in bars, in cars, on porches, in yards. 

14.  The world was black and white - TV, magazines, newspapers, and photography.

15.  People owned clothing that was formal (and often wore it); men had ties, jackets, suits, and vests in their closets.  They were probably purchased at Robert Hall (when the value goes up, up, up / and the prices go down, down, down . . . (you can finish it))

16.  Comfortable shoes were called sneakers, and had no connection to tennis.

17.  People held doors for others.

18.  People let you cross the street, in the absence of laws.

19.  Central air conditioning had little meaning.  You can't cool a house down by running cold water through your radiators.   (FYI, radiators are in houses, not just in cars.)

20.  People ate hot breakfasts every morning.  One utilized a range to do this.

21.  "Drugs" meant aspirin or Alka Seltzer.

22.  Cars rotted.

23.  People "made do" with what they had, and were not ashamed of it.

24.  People liked stories about World War II, airplanes, and private eyes.

25.  You didn't mess with grandparents.  You appreciated them.

26.  If you were going to take a trip, you'd likely get a map at the gas station.  People knew how to fold up gas station maps, and took the time to do so.

27.  If they looked like headphones, they were called earmuffs.

28.  Santa was real.  He had helpers who dressed up like him.  End of story.

29.  Snow fell deeper.

30.  Rain rained harder and longer.

31.  We wore lots of ties.

32.  Boys and girls went on dates if they wanted to be together.

33.  Clocks had hands.

34.  Clocks and watches had to be wound up daily.

35.  Church was mandatory.

36.  Family was everything.

37.  Just because you die, it doesn't mean your television show won't continue to air at the same day and time.  See Lawrence Welk.

38.  Money went a long way.  It seems like, while we had less money, we more often ate steak.

39.  Billboards and ads for smoking and drinking were everywhere.

40.  People smoked and drank on airline flights.  Cigarettes were given to everyone, free, on flights.

41.  Cameras had flashbulbs, and you could only use them once.

42.  James Bond movies were based on Ian Fleming books that you had already read.

43.  People read.

44.  People shopped at the Food Fair or the Acme. 

45.  The Food Fair gave out Top Value Stamps with every purchase.  Some other stores gave out S&H Green Stamps.  We would lick stamps, fill books with them, and redeem books of stamps for everything from underwear to new cars.

46.  Mom's meals were threesomes.  If you had meatloaf and mashed potatoes, there was a corner of your plate that would be empty, so you also had corn or green beans too.

47.  "Big Brother" was part of 1984, the future.

48.  Barbie didn't have a job or much of a back-story.

49.  Fox was an animal, not a network.

50.  Dress shoes and black socks went along with shorts just fine.

51.  There were small stores that sold mostly milk, called Wawa.

52.  It was enjoyable to go to the movies.  You didn't have the urge to kill anyone near you.

53.  Drug stores sold ice cream and soda, but not radios and grills.

54.  You could walk to a corner store for milk, soda, ice cream, canned goods, bread, and candy.  Within 10 blocks there was probably a butcher store where you would buy your meat, as well as a barber shop, pharmacy, bakery, and hoagie shop.  You knew where a drive-in movie was.

55.  Men wore leather shoes, and when the heels or soles wore down, they were replaced by a shoemaker.

56.  A gallon of gas was 29.9.  That's cents.

57.  You weren't afraid to take a bus, trolley, or the El into town.

58.  If you said, "into town" you meant Philadelphia, if you said "into the city" you meant New York.

59.  You never needed exact change for anything.

60.  Most places didn't take credit cards, and most people didn't have them.

61.  People sent each other cards - you bought them at card stores, and sent them using U.S. postage stamps.

62.  You had to lick the back of a stamp to get it to stick.

63.  People stopped at red lights, and often at stop signs. 

64.  We didn't always understand the difference between local and national treasures.  Couldn't you get black cherry wishniak or Tastykakes anywhere in the country?  Didn't everyone know who Sally Star was?

65.  Ovens were things that were used weekly, and not just as storage areas.

66. You knew not to buy a Dixie Cup (which wasn't a cup, but a cuplet filled with ice cream) unless you got the little flat wooden spoon too.

67.  Food came to you.  Mr. Softee (or the competition, some pirate guy) rode through your neighborhood every day in the summer.  Perhaps someone came to your street with a truck or a station wagon, and sold the things they grew on their farm.


68.  You bought a converter box to attach to your TV to get additional fuzzy channels, UHF channels.

69.  You could dream through catalogs.  Every house had the year's Sears catalog, probably a Penny's Catalog, a Top Value or S&H Green Stamps catalog, and perhaps a Radio Shack or Heathkit catalog.  So many dreams!

70.  Books had hard covers.

71.  Schools required students to protect their schoolbooks.  In addition to buying pencils and pens and paper to start a school year, you probably also bought paper book covers, which were wrapped around the books' hard covers, to protect them.  This was not an option.

72.  Your high school played football on Thanksgiving Day.

73.  Penn football and Eagles football were played in the same stadium.

74.  Ice could be purchased at Ice Houses.

75.  We ate liverwurst, and liver, and baloney.

76. A Volunteer Fire Company was an important, integral part of your neighborhood.

77.  Families found things to do on a weekend that were free.  We could walk around the feet of William (pronounced "Billy") Penn on the top of City Hall, or go see the Liberty Bell in Independence Hall, or tour the Mint, or go to the airport and watch airplanes take off and land.  (There were even observation decks above some gates at the airport where you could not only watch planes come in, but listen to pilots talking to the tower on the radio.) 

78.  At "Christmas time", you went to Wanamaker’s to hear the organ play and to watch the Christmas show.

79.  At Christmas, you went to 69th Street to shop, to see one or more Santas, and to let the kids slide down a two-story slide that was built inside of a big shoe. 

80.  Lawn mowers were muscle powered.

81.  The weatherman on TV was on the faculty at Drexel - Wally Canan the Weather Man.

82.  You couldn't have imagined that the boss with the hot sauce would last for many decades.

83.  The only really "coffee shop" you knew was one owned by Eight O'Clock, in Manhattan.

84.  If you really, really wanted to splurge, you drove into town to Bookbinders, to spend too much for some pretty good food.  (Get the snapper soup!)

85.  Cigarettes (and occasionally, cigars) were usually purchased from a vending machine (when a pack was 40 cents).

86.  In the summer, everyone would roll their car windows down just a little, and roll them back up every evening as the sun was setting.  If you didn't do this, your car would explode and your windows would blow out.

87.  The mummers were, even then, very difficult to explain to outsiders.

88.  There were department stores (not just Wanamakers) like Gimbels and Snellenburgs.

89.  Code for "going to Wanamakers" was "meet me at the eagle."

90.  They were Schmidt's, Schlitz, Esslinger's, Rolling Rock and Ballentine.

91.  The Mayfair was a Philadelphia breakfast treasure!

92.  Matchbox cars were 50 cents or maybe more, but were worth every penny.

93.  There was a White Tower in Darby.  (I was shocked to learn that most were called White Castles!)

94.  "Real" Vanilla ice cream, from Dolly Madison and perhaps Breyer's, had black specks in it (vanilla beans) and little pieces of ice as well.

95.  "We" made train engines (so cool) at Baldwin-Lima-Hamilton.

© 2012 John Allison

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Why Kids Turn Out the Way They Do

I know that those of you who know me were always curious why and how I turned out like I did.  I think it is clear that events and influences in my early life shaped me, and I also think I can identify many of them.  So here are my recommendations, if you'd like your kids to turn out like me.

1.  Surround them with technology.

Maybe I did have to go to the bathroom - I forget.  You need to focus on the piece of furniture behind me - state of the art black and white TV on one side, a combo AM radio and record player on the other side - this thing was amazing.  I quickly became the house expert on how to use it, and used to spend my days playing my Mitch Miller record, and my soundtrack of The King and I.  I knew all the words! It has come in handy so many times, I can't begin to explain.

2.  Let them buy Comic Books

OK, so maybe this needs to be updated, maybe not.  For me, Comic Books had an obvious influence.

I decided to become a chemist as a young boy, when I watched Element Lad try to change the cosmic eye into something other than Uranium.  Obviously he never became a part of the Legion of Super Heroes, but he tried.

I did all of my personal shopping through ads in comic books.  While my friends all had interesting stamp collections, mine was special because they all came from pirate strongholds.  Seriously.  My thanks to the pirates who sold those great treasures to me.


Of course I wanted to be the life of the party, and while 25 cents was a lot of money, I did save up and get my own giant catalog.  It was the world's greatest.  These amazing magic tricks were expensive, but I did buy "change nickels into dimes" and was prepared to be the life of any party I was invited to.  I don't recall many parties, but I'm sure there were and I'm sure I was.

From the age of about 7 on, people would comment on my spaceman-like body.  I can now tell you that it was all thanks to the American Bodybuilding Club.  Nobody suspected that I worked out every day with a space-man fulcrum bar-bell.  Lets just say that no one kicked sand in my face - at least not directly.

3.  Feed them well.

One of my hangouts - the Strathmere in Strathmere.  We ate much better then than we do now!


Lets see, I'll have the cup of snapper soup for 35 cents, a cup of joe for 10 cents, the broiled lobster tail for $3.50 (with potatoes and cole slaw), and I'll have to toss a silver dollar to decide whether I want the bisque tortoni or the spumoni (they're both 30 cents).

4.  Make available others who can provide the advice and wisdom they need.



For a penny, a wise grandmother in a machine on the boardwalk gave me, personally, this card.  She even told me my lucky numbers, and as a bonus reminded me of what are the appropriate gift types for wedding anniversaries.  Her predictions were all correct.  I just wish I'd have had another penny, since she offered at the time to tell me more.

5.  Encourage the pursuit of the joys of music.  It's important.

I apparently started drumming in 1959; it's unclear when that career ended.

6.  Encourage youthful experimentation.  It's always better to know and understand something than to not know and to fear it.

7.  Let them experience disappointment and learn how to deal with it.  Let them follow Philadelphia sports.

It was 1964.  They told us that the only way the Phillies can NOT be in the world series was if they lost 10 out of their last 12 games!  Hahahaha.  That would be impossible.  Hahahahaha.  Lets start selling tickets now!  Hahahahaha.  OK, now lets try to figure out what to do with all of those World Series Tickets we sold!  Rain check!  Hahahahaha.

8.  Hope that they will speak softly and carry a big gun.


Dirty Harry?  Big deal!

© 2012 John Allison

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Recipes (I heard your eyes roll!)


Members of the Silver Cloud Harbor Marina contributed almost 250 Recipes to a Marina Recipe Book.

I'd submitted three recipes, and will share them with you here.

Title:  Abby-Gale's I Don't Know Creamsicle Shake

Category:  Appetizers, Beverages & Dips

Ingredients:  Vanilla Ice Cream,
Milk,
Cointreau,
Triple Sec

Instructions:  You're making a vanilla ice cream shake in your blender. I don't know how much ice cream to put in, it depends on how much you want.
You can put a little milk in, depending on how thick you want it. I don't know how much. Thickness is a very personal decision.
You can add a shot of Triple Sec, but, I don't know, you can always add more than a shot.
You can add a shot of Cointreau, or maybe more, I don't know how much you like it.
Cointreau and Triple Sec are both orange-flavored liqueurs, but they're very different.
Cointreau costs a little more, but has a great, not-too-sweet orange flavor.
Triple Secs tend to be sweeter.
The two should give your drink a rich orange flavor, but I don't know, you could use just one of them if you want. If you decide to do that, spring for the Cointreau. (You might also like it naked, on the rocks.)
I don't know what you want to serve it in, but I'd serve it in big glasses, just like you'd want to get a milk shake in (with a straw and a cherry and/or whipped cream on top?)
I don't know if you'll like it, but if you don't, you didn't make it right. You need to follow the directions more closely.

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Title:  Jackie's First Summer Drink

Category:  Appetizers, Beverages & Dips

Ingredients: Friend,
Fresca,
Breath mints

Instructions:  These instructions must be followed very carefully! 
Go over to your friend's house - that friend whose parents drink too much.
Fill a large glass with ice-cubes.
Fill the glass 2/3 of the way up with Fresca.
(You may have to go back in time to get it. If you do, I suggest 1965.)
This next part is very important.
Get the gallon bottle of gin from your friend's parents' alcohol supply.
With a pencil, lightly mark the initial level of the gin on the bottle.
Fill the glass the rest of the way with gin. Mix/swirl with your index finger.
Repeat for all others who are present. (They can use their own index fingers.)
Add water to the gin bottle to bring the level back up to the initial mark.
Erase the pencil mark. Return the bottle to its unlocked storage place.
Enjoy!


(Don't forget the breath mints!)

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Title:  Rosemary's 911 Chili

Category:  Main Dishes & Meats

Ingredients: 1 can dark red kidney beans,
1 can black beans,
1 can chick peas,
1 bottle sliced jalapeno peppers,
1 can diced tomatoes with zesty mild green chilies,
1 can diced tomatoes with rosemary and oregano,
1 package whole mushrooms,
1-2 pounds of cubed meat - beef and/or pork,
1 can Progresso Traditional Beef Barley soup (19 oz.),
shredded cheese,
500 mL Chianti 



Instructions:  I use a Presto Multicooker which cooks much faster than a crock pot. This could also be cooked in a pot on the stove.
Layer the components and let them remain layered for at least an hour before stirring.
On the bottom, place the cubed meat.
Pour the jalapeno juice over the meat (drain the bottle of its juice)
Layer the beans on top of the meat.
Layer the diced tomatoes on top of the beans.
Pour the soup on top.
Lay whole mushrooms on top with the jar of peppers (optional)

When layered, the meat cooks first and is marinated in the pepper juices. Flavor from the peppers on top works it's way down while cooking. The soup makes a great chili base. Allow mushrooms to float on top and they will absorb many of the flavors. Cook for at least two hours on medium heat, stirring after one hour. Stir well before serving. Serve in bowls with cheese on top. Add one full mushroom to each bowl. Drink the Chianti. If the entire bottle of peppers is used, dial "91" on your cell phone, so that you will only need to dial the last "1" if you're not prepared for the "flavor."

© 2012 John Allison

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Art of Housepainting


Some of my earliest memories include watching the hands of my father as he painted around the house.  Occasionally he would explain some things to me, but mostly he was happy that I was watching what he did - and I still remember all that he taught me. My father was a very good painter.  I've watched "professionals" slap paint on with a brush, and roll or spray large sections, looking completely bored through it all.  Not so with my father.  He almost always used a brush.  If he was painting the dining room, it was a good time to "get to know the walls and trim".  Every square inch was personally inspected by him, every centimeter got his attention, as he worked.  Sometimes he'd find a nail hole from a picture we used to have hanging, that he forgot about, and would take the time to fill it, before painting over it.  Maybe there was a paint chip that came off; he would sand over it so that little spot would look good again.  He taught me not to just put paint on something, but to really "work the paint in".  I've found that I go through more paint than others, and my job always last longer.  Painting wasn't a chore, it was something that he enjoyed - he took pride in his work.  Usually, he would use a round brush - not a flat brush - round.  Their official name is an oval sash brush.  These brushes held lots of paint, and were very versatile.  Of course, this was back when paint brushes were not throw-aways (and weren't made with a sponge).  After you painted, you'd get the turpentine, or the paint thinner, or maybe even some gasoline if you had nothing else, clean the brush, possibly even soak it for a few days to get most of the paint off, then wrap it in a paper towel so that it could slowly dry and be supple and soft for the next job, even if that was a few years later.  When he had really big jobs, like one summer when he was on strike from Westinghouse and got the job painting the inside of an entire elementary school (Pusey Avenue School), of course he used a roller - there was no other way to cover that much area in a reasonable amount of time.  But you'd frequently see him going over parts of the wall with a brush, once he finished with the roller, just smoothing spots out, making sure it was all up to his standards. 


Whenever I paint, it gives me a moment with my Dad again.  Light and heavy strokes, dabs, twists of the brush, I watched him work, learned his tricks, and learned how to paint just like him.  This was also a time when people didn't tape off a room before they started painting.  He didn't need tape on the trim when painting the wall, he would paint the wall without getting paint on the trim! People trivialize the process - you got a brush, you got the paint, there you go.  But there were people who painted to create something of quality, that would last, in an act that was satisfying, relaxing and enjoyable.  Quality of workmanship - sometimes it seems like a lost concept.  I never appreciated it at the time.  Kids are like that.

© 2012 John Allison

Allison Family Meetings


I was an only child.  It was easy for my parents to talk with me whenever they wanted, but we would occasionally have "official" family meetings around the dining room table.  Every Fall we would have a snow meeting.  We would get the wooden bobble-headed fat-man savings bank off the dining room window sill (right above the radiator).  He would be the fourth member of the meeting.  We would each put a dollar into him.  This was a lot of money, but we were big time gamblers.  On each dollar, we would write our prediction for when Philadelphia would get its first snowfall (which we looked forward to).  I always picked my birthday, November 14, my mother would pick her birthday, December 13, and my father, a "summer baby", would usually pick my grandmother's birthday, December 14, or Christmas.  For those three days, we constantly watched the skies, hoping that any of the three of us would win.  If no snow fell by the end of the year, the contents would remain and be added to the winnings for the next Fall.

I recall two very important family meetings that we had when I was young (and many others, which I had to call, as my parents aged).  My mother became infatuated by the commercials on TV, and magazine ads for COOL cigarettes.  Those who smoked them apparently really enjoyed them, and had wonderful lives, although we had no idea what enjoying a cigarette meant, since neither of my parents smoked.  Dad and I were surprised when Mom called a meeting and set a saucer and an unopened pack of Cools on the table, along with a book of matches.  I couldn't imagine her actually buying cigarettes!  I was 10 at the time and it was 1961.  To our surprise, Mom invited Dad and I to join her in discovering the joys of smoking Cools.  We were each dealt our own cigarette, which we awkwardly lit up.  Just like on TV, we tried to look casual and wealthy as we inhaled, prepared to exhale that relaxing smoke.  We coughed, we choked, we ran for glasses of water; we almost died.  None of us ever touched a cigarette again.  (If you want to make sure your kids or grandkids never smoke, I highly recommend this approach.)

I also very much remember a family meeting that we had after my third 5th grade report card came out (1962).  My mother brought it to the table.  My father brought our family dictionary.  My teacher had used a word that none of us has ever heard before.  My mother first read Mrs. Miller's comment.  "John is a bit flippant."  I suggested that it meant well groomed.  My father looked it up, and read the definition to us all.  Apparently my definition was incorrect.  A substantial discussion followed.  Looking back at my old report cards, I'm reminded that prior to that meeting, my mother always signed them.  (They always had to be signed and returned.)  After that meeting, my father always signed, and always wrote a note back to the teachers, adding up to quite a continued dialog in those years that followed.  While I may not have been the best student academically from that point on, I definitely took it more seriously, and treated the teachers with the respect they deserved.  They did, after all, have the ultimate power - their short notes could lead to family meetings, and I didn't want to be looking up any other new words around the dining room table ever again.





© 2012 John Allison

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Photomining at Dan's


I was very fortunate to live on a street that had a corner store.  It was officially called McCloskey's, but everyone called it Dan's.  Dan had a permanent grouchy look on his face, whenever a kid came in.  We'd usually be there to bring a soda bottle back (and get two cents) so we could buy some penny candy, but I would often be there to get milk or cigarettes for a neighbor lady.  I don't think he made a lot selling me penny candy, but it was a very interesting little store.  For a building about the size of a row house it seemed to have just about everything.  Of course, the oven cleaner sat on the shelf next to the candy, but they used every inch of space. What I remember most is the density of the store. Dan's was a functional, practical use of space.  Dan had no interest in flash or packaging, only function.  And to serve as a corner store for us, he stocked as much as he could in the space he had.

Confession time.  When I was in high school on the yearbook staff they had in their files a "professional photo" of Dan's.  Probably they had an ad in the back of a yearbook one year.  I loved the photo, and it was unlikely that it would ever be used again, so somehow (the past is so fuzzy to me now) I ended up with it.  I used to occasionally look at it with my mother's magnifying glass, to remind me of the place.  Then technology came along, and eventually I had the capability for digitally scanning the image.  Scanning, then taking time to zoom in on parts of a picture, sometimes sharpening or otherwise modifying, can be great fun.  This picture is a perfect example, because it is jam-packed with details and memories.  I call the process photomining.  There are lots of pictures you could do this with - perhaps scan an old family photo and zoom in to get a good picture of the broach that your Aunt always used to wear, or to see if Grandma and Grandpa really were holding hands in that crowd. 

Personally, I use iPhoto for my photomining, and I can show you some examples of how this really takes me back, right back into the store that I had been in so many times as a kid.

(keep in mind that this was a professional photograph, so I had good resolution to begin with, which certainly helps when you are creating a digital image from an old photo for exploring)

So here it is - welcome to Dan's.  Time to start looking around.

This part of the picture shows the boxes of candy on Dan's left, and the shelf below, which held cleaning products such as Lifebuoy soap and spray starch.  You could get paper sheets of candy buttons, licorice rope twists, twizzlers, and small boxes of salt-covered pumpkin seeds. 


The ice cream sign lists more than 25 different kinds of ice cream - they were all behind the counter in a freezer. 


Below the ice cream flavors, the shelves are packed with cigars such as Dutch Masters and Phillies Blunts, Tips, and Cheeroots.  There are 39 cent pens, and candy bars below the smokes, and candy bars - Mounds, Almond Joys, Good & Plenties, Fifth Avenue bars and Baby Ruth's! I'd forgotten what some of the old packaging looked like!


Dan kept a close eye on the cigarettes.  It wasn't until I started photomining that I realized he sold Mrs. Paul's fish sticks!  I wish we'd known.


The ability to work with a digital version of an old photograph can really open up some opportunities.  The more complicated the better!

© 2012 John Allison

The Collector

As a kid, I collected things.  Of course, Philadelphia was the best possible place to be a kid collector.  Lots of kids across the country collected coins "back then", but we had The Mint - the ultimate coin shopping store. My Uncle Charlie turned me on to coin collecting when he gave me some partially filled "books" of pennies.  He had one book with spots for all of the indian head pennies in it, and the flying eagle pennies that were used a few years before the indian heads came out.  It was probably half full.  What a great start to collecting!  My Uncle Herb introduced me to proof sets, which I would order, and still do, from the mint every year. 

Lots of kids collected stamps.  We probably all started by just being excited to get as many stamps as we could.  My Aunt Helen would always send me an envelope of stamps she'd pulled off of a summer's worth of postcards that she'd gotten from friends who were traveling around the world.  I think most of my friends decided to focus on US stamps, since the entire world made too many to keep track of.  I also collected stamps from the UN - again a place that was just a train ride away - where we would occasionally go stamp shopping.  I thought one of the best Philly perks for young stamp collectors was the Philatelic counter at Wanamakers.  You could buy nice albums there, get new pages every year, and the guy behind the counter actually talked to kids.   (For the record, stamps are things that you would lick and put onto a letter.  The US doesn't make stamps any more as far as I'm concerned.)

I collected cards.  It seems like baseball cards were probably first to appear, followed by football cards.  Then there was a card explosion!  Too many to keep track of!  I have cards dating back to the 1950's that were probably worth something at one time, but that time has come and gone.  Good thing.  I remember having the Micky Mantle card, the Roger Marris card, all the greats of the time, and I also remember trading them all away (for Phillies cards, of course!  It seemed like a good idea at the time.)

I'll share with you some of the bubble gum cards/trading cards that I used to collect and of course still have.  Again, there was no better place to collect than in Philadelphia.  Fleer, the company who made a number of sports and non-sports trading cards, was headquartered in Philadelphia, as was Bowman Gum, who made cards through 1956 before selling out to The Topps Company.  Topps did have a plant in Dureya, PA (near Scranton), with headquarters in Manhattan.  To give you some idea of why the Philadelphia area was a great place for a kid to grow up - when the Beatles became hot, Topps put out several sets of Beatles cards.  There were three black and white series (each containing about 60 cards), and a color series (64) cards, which all came out in 1964.  I remember this well because I went to visit a school mate, Alan, one day, and his mother, who apparently worked for Topps, gave me a complete set of color Beatles cards!  A complete set!  She just handed them to me like they weren't the coolest things in the entire world.  Life for a kid collector in Philadelphia was excellent!

Here are some cards representative of those in my collection:


Fronts and backs of some of my 1961 Topps Baseball Cards
I traded away everything except for Phillies Cards!

The top card is from the First Topps Beatles Series, card number 44.
The second is from the color series, card number 28.
The third is from a series devoted to James Bond movies.
The backs of the three cards shown above are shown here
Early Beatle Cards just had numbers on the back
Color Beatles cards had fun information


A football card from 1962
A "Space Card"
A card from the series on the Civil War

The backs of these cards
All the stats you'd want on a football team
Space facts - sorry, it was glued into a book!
Information on the backs of all of the civil war
cards were like little newspaper headlines
Spook Stories had photos from movies
and TV shows (with joke captions)
A set of cards was dedicate to one TV show,
the Outer Limits
There were even cards dedicated to
Gomer Pyle
mostly with scenes from the TV show
Gomer Pyle USMC


Card backs
Some had jokes
Some had information on the
front picture
Some had dialog to go with
the still
There was no shortage of great card series to collect, and this trend continues today.  However, it was a special time in the 60's when card manufacturers first ventured beyond sports cards.  And it happened right here in Philadelphia, of course.

© 2012 John Allison
Note Added:  I can't believe that I didn't comment on how collecting changed my life!  Let me do that here:

I was very, very lucky because early in life I learned to pay attention to the things around me and to try and integrate new facts into how I thought about how the world worked.  Honestly!


It all goes back to collecting stamps, probably.  Some stamps were just, to me, too cool, but to collect them, you need to look at them, read them, get them in your head, so you can explain which one you might want next.  You want to look at them.  Little works of art they were.

More and more it started happening.  "What is the name of the queen who sent Columbus on his exploration?"  a teacher asked.  Well a set of stamps from 1892, the Columbian Exposition stamps,  had a $1 stamp showing Queen Isabella "pledging her jewels" it said.   From stamps, I knew something!  It felt good, and it happened over and over.


My personal favorite of US stamps was the Project Mercury stamp - a space capsule over the earth - a 4 cent stamp printed in 1963.  When a question came up in science about space travel, I knew the date.  I knew the project name.  I had information.  Others didn't.  Suddenly it felt like I wasn't so dumb anymore.

I was interviewing to be an assistant professor at MSU and someone asked me if I understood what it meant to be at a land grant college.  I hadn't touched my stamps for years but I remembered a green 3 cent stamp from 1955 celebrating the 100 year anniversary of the first land grant colleges - Michigan State and Penn State.  I could make an intelligent comment.  I knew dates and places.  It was because of all the hours I spent with my collections, enjoying them.


Aunt and uncles (and sometimes their friends) occasionally would bring coins back for me from vacations overseas.  The coins from England were confusing but heavy and cool.  They started out with a system of shillings, soverigns, and guineas.  In 1971 they introduced the new pence (100 new pence = 1 pound).  I read about it all in a coin magazine (being a good little nerd), and I had some new and some old.

I actually had the opportunity to travel to England a few times.  When I was there, many new and old coins were in circulation, which really confused tourists.  I understood, so nobody in my group would buy anything without consulting with me.  I liked it.  

I've also been able to answer questions about where money was minted because I had spent so much time looking at US coins with mint marks  (no mark for Philadelphia, D for Denver, S for San Francisco (SF?) and CC for Carson City).


So I had a very special context in approaching college.  Some classes were more relevant than others, but I got used to listening,  retaining, trying to remember.  I took lots of notes, read through them at the end of the day, and knew stuff.  Preparing for tests wasn't so hard.  It felt good.  Knowing facts felt good, and I had many free opportunities to learn things through my collections.  I still haven't used any of the information in my brain that I learned from my Gomer Pyle USMC cards, but you just never know!  My time will come.


© 2012 John Allison