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Post by stoney on Dec 5, 2009 13:59:49 GMT -5
lol! I'll keep that in mind, Clip...
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Post by fiona on Dec 5, 2009 18:39:48 GMT -5
Bobee Z: I worked there in 1967 and 1968. I don't recall "Little Joanie", but I do recall the cook and that he was a short man with a limp and that Henry walked with a cane. To get upstairs from the restaurant you went through the mens room. I always heard the "house " was fabulous, all white satin and mirrors. I think one of the cashiers worked there also, a blond girl, but I don't recall her name.
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Post by bobbbiez on Dec 5, 2009 23:33:02 GMT -5
Fiona, did you work days or evenings? We were there mostly at night and early morns. Joanie worked for Henry since the place opened and worked evenings. She was very short but husky. Actually, I always thought Henry and her had something going, but she won't never tell.
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Post by denise on Dec 8, 2009 9:34:03 GMT -5
Totally awesome discussion! Tales of a gangster life. Love it!
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Post by Clipper on Dec 8, 2009 12:50:15 GMT -5
Denise, Rufe was a highly influential and powerful political boss in the city, but I would not classify him as a gangster. He could bring a lot of pressure to bear with his political power and influence, but it was all political, not violence and gang activity.
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Post by stoney on Dec 8, 2009 12:57:42 GMT -5
Not directly, anyway..
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Post by denise on Dec 8, 2009 14:59:18 GMT -5
Exactly.
Anyway, all the stories about who knowing who knowing who are pretty interesting. I picture lots of cigar smoking and an abundance of gun molls. lol
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Post by bobbbiez on Dec 8, 2009 18:32:51 GMT -5
.........and still have those who won't talk. A code most criminals don't hold or honor today.
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Post by chris on Dec 8, 2009 19:26:49 GMT -5
That is one place I never was in during my time living in Utica.
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Post by dgriffin on Dec 8, 2009 19:38:39 GMT -5
Exactly. Anyway, all the stories about who knowing who knowing who are pretty interesting. I picture lots of cigar smoking and an abundance of gun molls. lol Hahahaha! Thanks, Denise. There's a term I haven't heard since my uncle tried to insult the lady next door by calling her a Gun Moll.
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Post by chris on Dec 8, 2009 19:45:40 GMT -5
Exactly. Anyway, all the stories about who knowing who knowing who are pretty interesting. I picture lots of cigar smoking and an abundance of gun molls. lol Hahahaha! Thanks, Denise. There's a term I haven't heard since my uncle tried to insult the lady next door by calling her a Gun Moll. Who are those people...Swimmy and Bobbbiez are the only two that come to my mind. ;D
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Post by bobbbiez on Dec 8, 2009 20:09:46 GMT -5
lol!!!!!!!!!! In Rufie's time the mobsters here in Utica called their gun molls, "goomauds," (think I spelled that right), meaning their mistress and believe me, they were very well taken care of and kept very discreetly.
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Post by bobbbiez on Dec 8, 2009 20:12:11 GMT -5
Be no pictures of them. That's for sure.
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Post by fiona on Dec 9, 2009 14:14:34 GMT -5
Bobbie Z: I worked there all hours and on Sundays as a cashier. Then I worked as a waitress. There were four of us cashiers - a tall older mulatto man who was very dignified, Charlotte Skutnick, myself and another slim blond woman. Char was a freind of mine and I lost track of her after I got married- We all wore the same outfits, black skirt, belt and white blouse. I had a little bow in my hair. As a waitress I quickly realized that "if a guy comes in and orders a certain type of pancake, that's the type of girl he wants and if the guy says " He has gotta go the men's room and leaves the cakes on the counter and doesn't come back for an hour ", you don't TOUCH those cakes for your life! Just leave them there!!! I had that happen to me once. When the guy didn't come back I threw the cakes in the bin. Holy Mother of God! I never did that again!
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Post by stoney on Dec 9, 2009 14:48:02 GMT -5
Bobbie, that's a "gumba".
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