tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26524724380700011622024-03-27T16:53:31.230-07:00Ocean City DaysWilliam Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-76025206040077481732017-07-31T12:39:00.003-07:002017-07-31T12:39:39.521-07:00Remember the Kellys <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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on the Beach Patrol late in 1942, but he rode in the races in 1943 and won
them. This was my first year and Kelly’s first year.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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most people knew what weights were all about so hehad a magnificent body, and
of course Kelly had been rowing since he was 6 years old so he was full of
muscles. And the two of them used to pose for the girls and they worked together
on the Beach Patrol. (See: Senior Studio Pictures) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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won in ’43, then he rowed with Joe Regan in ’44 and won, and then had to go in
the Navy and Joe Regan rowed in ’45 with George Weisberg and won. And also in ’46
and won. So that’s how Joe Regan got the 3 years and got the John B. Kelly
Perpetual Trophy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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same number of years that he was, I can remember when I took my test. John B.
Kelly Jr. was the fellow who took myself and another fellow who were rookies or
attempting to become rookies, out for our boat test. And of course John B. Jr.
was a skilled oarsman at that time since his father had him on the Schuylkill
since he was about 6. So, I can remember him saying to me, pull to the port,
pull to the starboard, and of course I had no idea what he was talking about.
And the waves were breaking over the bow, and all we had was a lot of water and
the boat kept getting heavier and heavier, and I thought I would never make it.
never get around the flag and never come in. And of course in those days you
were timed in your test for swimming and timed in your test for boating and
rescues and so forth. That was my first encounter with John B. Jr. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of working maybe for about 3 weeks in the early part of the season at 26<sup>th</sup>
Street, and of course the Kelly family had a beautiful, beautiful home which
still remains up on the bay side of 26<sup>th</sup> and Wesley, and John B. Senior
built it because he was a renowned contractor in Philadelphia. And in those
day, there were hardly any homes in Ocean City past 26<sup>th</sup> Street, and
the only reason we had a lifeguard station, or patrol (there were two of us),
was because Kelly insisted on having a lifeguard. And they were very nice, the
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Princess Grace of Monaco – she’d bring us down sandwiches and milk and sodas
and anything else we wanted at the time. Who knew that she’d become famous and
who knew that John B. Kelly would become that famous and so forth. Grace was
probably about 16 at the time. 15 or 16. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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know myself personally along with Jim McCallister over the years, and we have nothing
but fond memories of our association with the family. John B. Kelly, Sr. was a
little aloof but that’s natural ‘cause he didn’t know us that well. But he
taught his son everything he knew about rowing and of course he went over to
the Diamond Skulls, the Henley and he won those and he just got nosed out in
the Olympics. This is John B. Kelly, Jr., the fellow who died 2 years ago,
which is still a mystery to most of us who knew him ‘cause he was in fantastic
shape. Course, Lizanne and her husband still live in Ocean City, that’s Lizanne
Levine and Peggy, the oldest daughter and oldest child. She was married to a
good friend of mine, fellow named Gene Conlan, and Gene died the same day that
John B. Kelly, Jr. died. The most bizarre thing that’s ever happened to me that
I can remember is a friend of mine called me on the phone and said Jack Kelly
just died. He called me an hour and half later and said Gene Conlan, who was
married to Jack’s sister Peggy – they were divorced – also died the same day.
She still carries the name Peggy Coonlan. She lives up near the Fairmount section
in Philadelphia and I chat with her maybe once or twice a year. She’s a great
gal, too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Plaza. It’s changed it’s name now but it’s at 19<sup>th</sup> or 18<sup>th</sup>
and the Parkway across from what is now the Four Seasons Hotel. And he had a
penthouse up on the top floor and also Peggy Conlan’s husband, after they were
divorced, Gene Conlan, he had an apartment up on the top floor, cause Gene and
Jack Kelly, Jr. remained good friends. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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days when he was in the late ‘50s, he would row against his son. I think they
called him J.B. His son would I guess be in the early or mid-20s, maybe 25 or
26. I’m guessing. He was a tremendous competitor, John B. Jr. and he never
liked to get beat. And when his son beat him, he didn’t really like that at
all. And they would row many, many times on the Schuylkill, and I believe that
on the day that he died, he had rowed on the Schuylkill, and of course that
wasn’t good enough for him. He wanted to keep in good physical condition, and
he jogged, apparently from Boathouse Row was starting to jog back to his
apartment, and I guess it was just too much for him. I believe that’s where
they found him, the police. I don’t know if he ever had a problem with his
heart, no one seems to know that. His son was not with him at the time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to become an Olympic and Diamond Skulls champion, which he had not been allowed
to do and was prevented from doing because they said that he had been working
with his hands and he was a professional. And he vowed that he was going to
have an offspring of his come back someday, which he did. And John B. Kelly,
Jr. did win it. Over on the Thames in England in 1948, I believe. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Regatta, or Diamond Skull. These were shells, racing boats, like on the
Schuylkill. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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favored on daughter over another. I think that was brought out in the excerpts
about Grace, that he didn’t really give her much of a boost. Now I’m not as
close as some other people who are not lifeguards who could discuss this, but I
don’t know that he disfavored any daughter. I just think his whole heart was
set on young John. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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boosted herself. I remember the first movie she made. I think it was Steps or
something of that sort. Grace was very, very, very pretty girl. Matter of fact,
the whole Kelly family were very handsome. They had distinct Kelly features,
high cheekbones, very strong jaw. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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features. Even throughout her early years in theater, she would come back and
visit Ocean City. I can remember talking to her, and she was a plain, down to
earth girl, same as anybody else you’d see on the beach. If you talk to the
people that I knew who knew her, you have nothing but nice, kind and good words
to say about the family and about her too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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daughter of the Kellys, would visit Grace out in Hollywood quite a few times,
and Peggy at that time was divorced so Grace would get her lined up with some
rather prominent movie star dates. And Peggy loves to tell you about that. But
I wouldn’t infringe on that at this time. I don’t have a memory of Grace that
was negative, it was all positive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was never real close with the lifeguards as much as we were. There were about
15 of us, because he was always training for the boat races here or more
importantly, the Henley Regatta and the Olympics. I believe he won the Henley
in 1946. I may be wrong. There were Olympics over in England in 1948, and I
believe Jack was beaten by a Frenchman in the Olympics, but he won the Henley.
He might have won the Henley several years. He was a fantastic athlete – played
football, boxed in the Navy, played football at Penn Charter, played baseball,
basketball and of course, rowing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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East Flass up on Henry Avenue. That was the partents and that’s where the Kelly
family – they liked to refer to themselves as the Kelly Clan – grew up. And
John B. Jr. went to Penn Charter and Grace went to Stevens with Jim McCallister’s
wife. It was a private girls high school, sort of a prep school. It was a
renowned school. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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which was an interacademic school in the Philadelphia area. And we were
neighbors – she lived five doors from me on Henry Avenue. And Grace was a very
pretty girl, and a beautiful runner, if you can be a beautiful runner. She was
a graceful person, and a beautiful dance. I could never understand why
Hollywood didn’t play up her dancing, because she was in a modern dance group
at school and she was a beautiful dancer and I never saw her dance anywhere
except there. <br />
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I remember she played hockey and we all had to play every sport, so whether she
was on the basketball team…we did not have swimming. She was four years older
than me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-66687834440832649432016-01-07T10:31:00.002-08:002018-01-03T06:15:31.785-08:00Ocean City's Riverboat Club - The Early Days <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Over the years, I have been asked on numerous
occasions to write a history of the Riverboat Club. As one of the surviving
founders and the last of the original Trustees, I feel that the time has come
for me to take pen in hand and record some of the things that probably only I
can remember – So here goes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Back in the late nineteen fifties, a group of local
businessmen would meet every day, Monday through Friday, at Morrison’s
Restaurant on 8<sup>th</sup> Street for lunch. The exception as on Wednesday,
when 95% of the group went to Kiwanis luncheon. For the want of a group name,
we chose the name “Sunshine Club.” There could be many stories told as to why
we chose this name but the truth was because we met during the day when the sun
was out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The “Spark Plugs” for getting the group together every
day were Bill Anderson, Bob Druck, Henry Roeser, Herm Selvagn and Jack Dean.
Most of the affairs, lunches, trips and etc. were put together by this group.
Much to our surprise and pleasure, Irma Morrison, the owner of the restaurant,
made chair back covers with our names on them and closed the side dining room
to other customers at the lunch hour. This made us feel very exclusive and
envied by many to the point that they wanted to join our lunch group. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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only two of the group Bob Druck and Jack Dean, had to work on Saturdays so we
went from restaurant to restaurant on Saturday by ourselves. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">One day, Bob Druck said “You know Jack, both you and I
like to cook o why do’t we take truns cooking on Saturdays in the apartment
over my garage;” because we both considered ourselves “Gourmet Chefs”, we took
up the challenge. One by one the other guys found out about our Saturday feast
(we always blamed Herm Salvagn) and invited themselves. It got to the point
where we had 15 to 20 people every Saturday. Bob and I decided that we didn’t
not like cooking that much, so we started eating at different restaurants in
the city, at the Point and in Atlantic City. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">One day when Bill, Bob and I were over at Ev Copes,
the conversation came up about forming a Saturday Social Club (that was in the
early nineteen sixties). Bob told us that his apartment was rented and that we
would have find other quarters. Ev Cope suggested that he had a couple of his
rooms that he was going to convert into a club room for his Lincoln Hotel guests but
that he decided against it and would make them available to us for a small
rental fee. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">After inspecting the rooms and recognizing the
potential, we agreed to rent the rooms for our new venture. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Our next problem was a name for the new club and
believe me, there were many names suggested and all turned down because we had
to keep the name respectable for the tone of Ocean City – after all, we were
talking about a social club that would have booze on the premises. <br />
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Ev had many pictures of riverboats and statues that were conducive to the
atmosphere of New Orleans and somebody, I believe it was Bill Anderson
suggested the name Riverboat Club, certainly a name be-fitting a social club
plus we could take advantage of Ev’s pictures for decorations of the rooms that
we were going to rent. Again, we all agreed but now the work was to begin
because we had just given birth to the “Riverboat Club”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Bill and Bob said that they would furnish the money,
Ev said he would furnish the rooms an I agreed to do all the work. Our next
task was to decide who we wanted as members. We wanted to keep this a clique of
men that like and enjoyed fun and fellowship. We decided on twenty five men,
including ourselves, and closed the membership. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The twenty five men elected Bill Anderson, Bob Druck
and Jack Dean as the Trustees to run the club. It became the responsibility of
Ev, Cope and Jack Dean to put together the By-Laws and get our attorney to
incorporate our new club. One night, over a bottle of Scotch, Ev and I copied
the By-Laws, with a few changes, from an old club corporation that Ev had
belonged to years ago. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Trustees next assignment was to pick a Commodore,
Yoeman and Purser – that’s real nautical talk, but to you land-lubbers, that
means President, Secretary and Treasurer, after all, with a name like
Riverboat, we had to act the part. We decided Herm Selvagn as Commodore, mainly
because he was always talking when someone else was speaking so se decided that
he might as well do the talking. Scott Willis was picked as the Purser/Yoema,
after all, he sat around all day at the Housing Authority doing nothing, and he
had a secretary. I might add, both lived up to our expectations. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Finally, Jack Dean was named Steward and Chairman of
the House Committee. This meant I could officially do all the work. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Every Saturday for several years, we had 20 to 30
people for lunch. 5 did all the cooking (with the help of Marie) and the small
fee the members paid for lunch and refreshments, went into the treasury and
believe it or not after a few years we had $10,000 in the treasury. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This amount of money came in real handy a few years
later when we decided to buy a club house. I should mention, that once in
awhile some of the members wanted to try their hand at cooking and they did a
great job – food was good and the mess they left in the galley was equally a
great job. Also, we had some real fun parties several times throughout the year
– every holiday and particularly everyone’s birthday or any other excuse that
we could think of. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We finally, through persuasion of the members, raised
the membership to 50 then 75 then 100
and even higher, there were a lot of local residents that wanted to belong to a
social club; as a matter of fact, we had a large waiting list. This meant that
the club rooms were bursting at the seams so Ev Cope rented us two more rooms
that were adjoining and this extra space allowed for more fellowship. After a
couple of years, we tok into membership, a stately gentleman named Wilber
Hopkins; Wilber was a refined individual of impeccable reputation and we felt
that because we were a bottle club in “Dry Ocean City”, the constabularly would
never arresta a good old fellow like Wilber, so we made him the Commodore – a
position that he was returned to for many years – it earned him the distinction
of being named “Commodore Emeritus”. This turned out to be a good appointment
for the club because in his retirement status, he was at the club every day and
made sure that the premises were kept ship-shape.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">About this same time, we felt that Scott had loused up
the records as much as possible (only kidding) “Col.” Herb Blizzard was
appointed Purser and this was a good decision. Her was a meticulous “Bird Colonel”
and in no time he had the records standing at attention and the rest of us on
KP duty. Truly, he was a great man and a very dear friend that I miss deeply.
The only position that did not change, was Steward and I kept the job for 15
years and proudly admit that I only missed on Saturday in all those years. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The cub continued to grow, prosper and enjoy the
fellowship for many years. Then in 1969 Ev. Cope informed us that he had sold
the Lincoln Hotel but the new owners wanted us to stay. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">We knew that eventually things would change so we
formed a committee to look for new quarters. We inspected many buildings and
found only two that pleased us; one building was the Wheaton property on the
bay. Many of us felt that we could swing it, the Wheaton house would make an
ideal Riverboat Club, all the atmosphere we could ask for, so – we approached
Mr. Wheaton and struck a tentative deal – we returned to the club to discuss
how we could manage the purchase.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Unfortunately, at this time, my two colleagues and
Trustees decided that the club should not continue with this kind of obligation
so they resigned from the Board of Trustees. Frankly, I was crushed – all those
years or work and fellowship going down the drain. Some very active members,
El. Bretz, Clark Vernon and Herb Blizzard asked me to continue with the goals
that we had established for the Riverboat Club. <br />
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As the remaining Trustee, I appointed a new Board of Trustees and as Chairman,
I appointed El. Bretz to continue the search for new quarters. Needless to say,
he took the bull by the horns and found our present home at 8<sup>th</sup> and
Wesley. Here again, a problem developed. Some of the board members were
concerned about paying for our obligations and it came down to a tie breaking
vote – I voted in favor and the birth of a new Riverboat Club. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The unselfish time devoted by El Bretz and Herb
Blizzard can never be justly rewarded. El, almost single handed, arranged to
have the club refurbished and Herb set all kinds of records by selling Bonds to
the members to help pay for the new club. <br />
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Because I was on the road from Money to Friday, Gil Lundgren stepped forth and
took over the house chores and if that was not enough, he became the club
Yoeman, a very thankless job. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Fortunately, I could retain the Steward job (chief cook & bottle washer)
and all week while I was on the road I would plan menus and hten cook them on
Saturday. I am sure that many of you remember the good times that we had at my
home on Bay Avenue – the Bar-B-Ques and sail-a-ways. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As they use to say on that TV show – there are a
hundred stories that I could tell but there are a few – in 1976, I was
transferred to California so I am sure that somebody else can fill in from then
to now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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it turned out to be an epistle and some what of an auto-biography so lets make
it one more thing – a Memorial dedicated to: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Bill Anderson, Bob Druck, Ev. Cope – without their
cooperation, there would not have been a Riverboat Club ---and to: El. Bretz,
Clark Vernon, Herb Blizzard, Gil Lundgren and Herb Godfrey because without
their help, there would not have been a New Rivertboat Club. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">An
Idyllic Moment - Gone Bad - 9th Street Beach - Sometime in the 1970s <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">As seen
from the Ocean City boardwalk, the 9<sup>th</sup> street beach seemed an
idyllic scene that mid-week spring afternoon a few weeks before Memorial Day
sometime in the 1970s. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Midway
between the Music Pier and the jetty, a small group of young Amish girls stood
at the water’s edge, their hair in tight buns under bonnets, their long brown
ankle length dresses pulled up as the succeeding waves lapped at their bare
feet, their shoes in their hands. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">A few
yards away two teenage girls in bikinis turned over on their blankets, one
fiddled with a transistor radio while the other looked at the Amish girls
wading in the water as one kicked some water on another and they all laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Another
let her toes sink into the soft sand as another little wave lapped at their
feet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was no one else on the beach, other than a surfer in a black wetsuit walking
towards the surfer’s beach a few blocks away. The lifeguard stand was pulled
back by the boardwalk; the lifeguards weren’t on duty until the weekend. A fisherman cast his line into the water at the end of the jetty.</span><br />
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dozen people walked casually along the boardwalk. A bicycle went by. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">The sun
was high and bright, and a low mist settled onto the scene that seemed to be
out of a Monet painting, but the moment ended suddenly and unexpectedly.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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wave came crashing down, it’s waters splashing the Amish girls, who screamed
and ran a few feet in front of the incoming tide as the girls on the blanket got
up and pulled their blanket back to keep it from getting wet. They all got
away and fell to the sand laughing, except for one, the one with her foot
firmly planted in the mud, her skirt soaking wet, she knelt down in the knee deep
water. A younger Amish girl stopped running away and ran back to her, pulling her arm, helping to free her foot from the sand when another big wave came crashing
down on both of them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">In a
second they were sucked out in the rip tide as the wave crashed on the beach
between them and the other girls. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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boardwalk, a man who had been watching from the rail yelled to a policeman who
came running down the boardwalk, and they both ran down the steps to the beach,
but the two girls were now floating apart from each other about thirty yards
out, so they ran onto the jetty where a fisherman had extended his pole to the
girl furthest out and she was trying to reach for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">On the
boardwalk, a young grill boy at a lunch counter saw the whole thing, called 911 on the telephone and reported trouble at the 9th street beach, and then took off his apron and jumped over the counter, running across the
boardwalk and down the steps, diving into the water as another wave broke
in. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Another
man entered the water and as he assisted the younger girl closest to the beach,
the grill boy swam out towards the other girl, her arms flailing, screaming for
help as the tide took her out towards the end of the jetty where the cop and
the fisherman were stretching out to reach her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">As the
one girl was being helped out of the water by the girls in the bikinis, who
wrapped their blanket around her, the grill boy reached the other girl at the end of the jetty and
pushed her towards the rocks and into the arms of the policeman, who was in
turn being held by the fisherman. She fell unconscious as they pulled her onto
the slippery, slimy black rocks. An ambulance medical crew with a stretcher
were making their way down the jetty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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fisherman laid on his back on the jetty, staring for a moment into the sun
until the policeman stood over him and held out his hand and hauled him up, and
once standing, shook his hand firmly and said, “Thank you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Then
someone missed the grill boy and asked where he was, and the policeman and fisherman
looked around the now crowded jetty and then into the waters around the jetty,
but no grill boy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">No one
had seen him go under, but no one had seen him since he pushed the girl onto
the jetty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">He was
missing. And remained missing until the next morning when his body washed
ashore on a beach a few blocks away and found by surfers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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next few days the same group of Amish girls who were on the beach could be
found standing outside the emergency room of the hospital, waiting in a quite vigil for
their sister to be released, and when she was, they all stood outside the
funeral home where they had come to pay their respects to the young grill boy,
the hero who gave his life to save one of theirs, when that idyllic moment on 9th street beach went
suddenly and tragically wrong.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">[BK
Notes: This is a true story and that’s how I remember it. If I can determine
when this happened, even what year, I hope to look up the newspaper clips to get the name of
those involved and revise the story more accurately as to how it actually
happened.] <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-36394600039088559762013-03-08T23:01:00.003-08:002013-03-08T23:01:26.455-08:00Frank Manco RIP <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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MANCO, FRANK N. 81 - of <st1:place><st1:placetype>Ocean</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype></st1:place>,
passed away on <st1:date day="2" month="3" year="2013">Saturday, March 2, 2013</st1:date>
at <st1:place><st1:placename>AtlantiCare</st1:placename> <st1:placename>Regional</st1:placename>
<st1:placename>Medical</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>Center</st1:placetype></st1:place>
in <st1:city><st1:place>Atlantic City</st1:place></st1:city>. Born in <st1:place><st1:city>Trenton</st1:city>,
<st1:state>NJ</st1:state></st1:place>, he was formerly of <st1:place><st1:city>Hamilton</st1:city>
Square, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state></st1:place> and a resident of <st1:place><st1:city>Ocean
City</st1:city>, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state></st1:place> for 35 years. Mr.
Manco was a Veteran of the <a href="http://www.legacy.com/memorial-sites/korean-war/?personid=163464294&affiliateID=1451" target="_blank" title="Visit Korean War Memorial Site to see similar profiles">Korean
Conflict</a> serving with the <a href="http://www.legacy.com/memorial-sites/marines/?personid=163464294&affiliateID=1451" target="_blank" title="Visit Marines Memorial Site to see similar profiles">United
States Marine Corp</a>. before his honorable discharge. He was the founder and
president of Manco and Manco Pizza for 57 years before his <a href="http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/pressofatlanticcity/obituary.aspx?n=frank-n-manco&pid=163464294&fhid=3122" title="Click to Continue > by Solid Savings">retirement</a>. Mr. Manco
served as President of Unico at the National Level, President of Father Club
Villa Victoria Academy, <st1:place><st1:city>West Trenton</st1:city>, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state></st1:place>
and had served on the Board for the Ocean City Pops. He was a former member of
the Ocean City Exchange Club, a member of the Ocean City Chamber of Commerce,
the Lions Club in <st1:place><st1:city>Trenton</st1:city>, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state></st1:place>
and was a Fourth Degree Knight of Columbus with Hamilton Counsel #6213. A first
class man in many ways, he was always willing to lend a hand. He helped and
contributed too many charitable organizations throughout the years. A
gentleman's gentleman, avid dancer and saxophone player, always the life of the
party and an expert mixologist. A heart loving husband and father, surviving
are his wife, Kay M. Manco (nee Varra) of Ocean City, NJ, a daughter Mary C.
Bangle and her husband Chuck of Somers Point, NJ, a granddaughter, Caitlin
Bangle of Tabernacle, NJ, sister in law, Carmella Gervasio and her husband
Anthony, brother in law Nick Ballone and numerous nieces and nephews. A Mass of
Christian Burial will be offered Thursday at <st1:time hour="12" minute="0">12
o'clock</st1:time> <st1:time hour="12" minute="0">noon</st1:time> from <st1:city><st1:place>St.
Augustine</st1:place></st1:city>'s RC Church of St. Damien Parish, <st1:street><st1:address>13th
Street</st1:address></st1:street> at <st1:address><st1:street>Wesley Avenue</st1:street>,
<st1:city>Ocean City</st1:city>, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state></st1:address> where
friends may call from <st1:time hour="9" minute="0">nine o'clock</st1:time>
until <st1:time hour="11" minute="45">11:45 AM</st1:time>. Entombment will be
private. The family suggests those who desire send memorial contributions to
either St. Damien's Parish, <st1:place><st1:city>Ocean City</st1:city>, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state>
<st1:postalcode>08226</st1:postalcode></st1:place> or the Ocean City Pops, <st1:address><st1:street>PO
Box 931</st1:street>, <st1:city>Ocean City</st1:city>, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state>
<st1:postalcode>08226</st1:postalcode></st1:address>. To leave a condolence
for the family, please visit <a href="http://www.godfreyfuneralhome.com/" target="_new">www.godfreyfuneralhome.com</a></div>
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<a href="http://oceancitydays.blogspot.com/2011/11/mrs-helen-shriver-schilling-old-ocean.html">Ocean City Days: Mrs. Helen Shriver Schilling & the Trashing of Old Ocean City</a></div>
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<o:p> In this blog post, shortly before he died, Mrs. Schilling's lawyer Ron Taht explains how they put the theaters up for sale, but didn't advertise them so outside bidders could have a chance to buy them. Instead they took bids from unknown bidders, but suspected they were from the Franks, who used straw bidders and didn't show up personally at the closing. In addition the real estate agents and title company were sworn to secrecy so that the Franks could clandestinely buy the boardwalk theaters that Mrs. Schilling swore she would never sell to them. In the end, Ron Taht says that Mrs. Schilling wasn't fooled and took the money anyway. </o:p></div>
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<o:p>They should have advertised the sale of the buildings and sold them overtly to someone who would have maintained them as theaters, as Mrs. Schilling wanted. </o:p></div>
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The <st1:place><st1:placetype>Ocean</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype></st1:place> theaters
- the <st1:place>Strand</st1:place> and the Moorlyn, were wonderful
theaters in their time - luxurious seats, big screens, and - at the <st1:place>Strand</st1:place> -
a stage that could be used for other purposes, and was – for many years. The
Moorlyn had a dance hall on the second floor which was popular during the 20s
and 30s. The <st1:place>Strand</st1:place> had one of the first air
conditioners installed in any building. Ocean water was pumped into copper
piping above the theater and air was then blown over it. This system actually
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My clients, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Schilling owned them, and
were fiercely proud of them. They lent an air of culture and sophistication to
their beloved boardwalk. Remember that this was a time when Men wore jackets in
the evening when strolling on the boardwalk and men without a shirt on could be
arrested.<br />
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Nearly all the other theaters in the southern <st1:state><st1:place>New
Jersey</st1:place></st1:state> area were controlled by members of the
Frank family. I don’t know what happened but the Schillings held a deep dislike
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Ultimately she rented the theaters for a fraction of the rent that she could
have received had she converted the theaters to other uses. Sadly, running
those theaters only during the summer gave the new tenant no clout with the
distributors and he was relegated to second run and B movies. He struggled for
several years but was finally forced to pack it in. He couldn't even pay his
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Mrs. Schilling was no longer up to wrestling with a problem
of this magnitude and authorized her right hand, Florence Mathews, and me to
find a buyer. Instead of listing the properties we simply let it be known that
the properties were for sale... Offers poured in from people and companies we
had never heard of! The bidding reached $3 MILLION DOLLARS! Mrs. Mathews took
this offer to Mrs. Schilling with the warning that the Franks might be the
buyer. Mrs. Mathews advised me that Mrs. Schilling replied “for $3 million
dollars I would sell those old theatres to the devil.” I think she thought she
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sworn to secrecy. Neither the realtor, Mike Monahan nor Title Company of </b><st1:place><b>Jersey</b></st1:place><b>’s Mike Dowling, would confirm that the Franks were the buyer. The
closing was conducted without the buyer present. The buyer had already
completed a mortgage closing at a different branch so that money was available upon
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When I delivered the check to Mrs. Schilling she covered her mouth, laughed,
and said “oh my, look at all those zeros. The Franks hadn’t won. Mrs.
Schilling, the little old lady in the tennis shoes, had.<br />
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Afterwards we learned that a great many of the ever escalating offers were from
the Franks! They apparently were bidding through straw parties against
themselves.<br />
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A highlight of my professional career!<br />
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Some time later, Mrs. Shilling died.<br />
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She had given me directions to follow as I settled her estate. While she had no
love for the City she did love her Boardwalk. Both she and Charley believed
that their parking lots provided its life’s blood. Many Boardwalk owners
had used the parking adjacent to their boardwalk properties to expand the
Boardwalk use or to establish a new one. She<br />
didn’t want either to happen to her parking lots.<br />
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After her death I asked the city to subdivide her properties separating the
boardwalk stores from the parking lots. There was great concern by members of
the Planning Board - I remember Mayor Gillian saying that if the parking lots
were sold with the stores it wouldn’t be long before they become the sites of
new condominiums. He said he would rather trust the Schilling estate to
preserve them. That carried the day and the parking lots became separate
properties.<br />
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I offered them to the City at their appraised value and although another bidder
attempted to outbid the city, the city ultimately prevailed. The city not only
saved the boardwalk but made a good investment at the same time. I give credit
to former mayor Knight and solicitor Gerry Corcoran for this accomplishment.<br />
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Mrs. Shilling's second concern was her tenants. Almost all of them had rented her
stores for many years and were more like family than business associates. They
paid more attention to her than her family, being there for her birthdays and
Christmas. By converting the store sites to be legally 'condominiums' I was
able to offer the stores at their appraised value to everyone who had been
operating businesses in them.<br />
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All but one purchased their store and I hope continue to enjoy success.<br />
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The <st1:place><st1:placename>Shriver</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>Building</st1:placetype></st1:place> was
purchased by her good friends, Hank and Ginny Glazier, who have taken her place
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the last undeveloped lots west of the boardwalk .– are now up for sale. The
hospitals and the Tabernacle (her beneficiaries) can use the money, and I'm
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Ronald Lewis "Mike" Taht, of <st1:place><st1:city>Ocean
City</st1:city>, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state></st1:place>, passed away the
morning of <st1:date day="5" month="6" year="2012">June 5th, 2012</st1:date>,
after a brief illness. He spent his last days in the company and comfort of his
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Ronald was born <st1:date day="17" month="3" year="1936">March 17, 1936</st1:date>
to William Taht and Gladys Bloomer of <st1:place><st1:city>Audubon</st1:city>, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state></st1:place>.
He is predeceased by parents and his brother William. He is survived by his
wife of 51 years, Beverly, by his brother Kenneth, sister-in-law Janet, sons
Michael ("Dave") and Stephen, daughter-in-law Carolyn, granddaughter
Natalie, nieces Laura and Linda, nephews Bill (Eileen), Brian
(Linda),Ken(Wendy), and their children.<br />
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Ronald went to college at <st1:place>Rutgers</st1:place>, <st1:city><st1:place>Camden</st1:place></st1:city>,
graduating with a degree in law. He served as a reservist between the Korean
and <st1:country -region="-region"><st1:place>Vietnam</st1:place></st1:country>
wars. Partnering with Robert K Bell in his real estate law practice in Ocean
City, Ron was also county prosecutor for Cape May, and later served as the Municipal
court judge for Ocean City, as well as later, Tuckahoe, NJ. He was instrumental
in getting <st1:place><st1:placetype>Ocean</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype></st1:place>’s
community center built, as well as helping preserve the heritage of <st1:place><st1:placetype>Ocean</st1:placetype>
<st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype></st1:place>.<br />
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He loved to fish, and golf, and was a marvelous chef. He loved fine wine and a
good debate. After his health began to fail he started writing down his
experiences, and had his opinions published both here on his blog and in the
Cape Coral News-Press. We will have two celebrations of his life in the coming
months, the first will be in <st1:place><st1:placetype>Ocean</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype></st1:place>
sometime this summer, and in Ft Myers later this fall.<br />
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Baldwin (Robert) of Linwood; his former wife, Lisa Savitsky Duffy of Somers
Point; one niece and three nephews. He is predeceased by his mother, Jeannette
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<st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype>High School</st1:placetype></st1:place>.
A skilled carpenter he was the owner of a local construction company for many
years. As a young boy, Jim fell in love with the ocean. That love lead to his
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at The George H. Wimberg Funeral Home, <st1:street><st1:address>1707 New Road</st1:address></st1:street>,
Linwood. Burial will be private. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to
a <a href="http://media2.legacy.com/adlink/5306/1498581/0/3380/AdId=1862389;BnId=1;itime=885806990;ku=1362703;key=COYCAHA;nodecode=yes;link=http:/www.legacy.com/obituaries/pressofatlanticcity/condolences-charities.aspx?keyword=coycaha&pid=159641213" target="_self" title="">charity of your choice</a> in his memory.<o:p></o:p></div>
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William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-12458451399887238062012-08-20T17:24:00.000-07:002013-01-15T18:08:31.916-08:00Tracking Down Iron Mike <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Everybody who was there at the time, from he sixties through
the seventies, knew Iron Mike, and it seemed like you couldn’t walk past the
boardwalk shop without stopping in to see him. He was the star attraction in a
shop full of sea shells, antiques, historic replicas, whaler’s harpoons, a giant
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seemed to have found its niche in the back of Sam McDowell’s shop. The shop’s
motif was a good reflection of its owner, who was born in Somers Point, was an <st1:place><st1:placetype>Ocean</st1:placetype>
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Vacationing on the West Indians island of Becquia in the
winters, McDowell filled some of his shop with exotic art, crafts he brought
back from the islands, including scrimshaw, which McDowell, the artist, started
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met then Senator John F. Kennedy, an avid scrimshaw collector who admired
McDowell’s work, and advised him to develop that talent more fully.<br />
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So under the
advisement of a future president, McDowell left Princeton and Ocean City, moved
fulltime to Bequia and spent most of his time carving scrimshaw, which he found
even more lucrative and enjoyable than teaching or hawking his Smuggler’s wares
on the boardwalk. He also bought a summer home in <st1:place><st1:city>Carmel</st1:city>,
<st1:state>California</st1:state></st1:place>, where he often took his <st1:place><st1:placetype>Ocean</st1:placetype>
<st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype></st1:place> lifeboat-like rowboat into the
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That’s what Steve Garza wanted to know. Steve read about McDowell’s
art donations to the <st1:place><st1:placetype>Ocean</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype></st1:place>
and Somers Point Historical Societies [See: <a href="http://oceancitydays.blogspot.com/2009/08/ernie-ernest-at-seaspray-beach.html">Ocean City Days: Sam McDowell - The Old Smuggler & Iron MIke</a> ] , and wrote, “Hi Bill, I
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I remember his shop well from when I was growing up. Do you
know what happened to Iron Mike? Many Thanks, Steve. Sent from my iPad.”</div>
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Since I didn’t know I told Steve that Sam was in <st1:place><st1:city>Carmel</st1:city>,
<st1:state>California</st1:state></st1:place> and he might be able to answer
his question, which sent him on his quest to find Iron Mike, and send back the
following report. </div>
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Sam McDowell with Whale Bones at Smuggler Shop on Ocean City Boardwalk (Circa 1970s) </div>
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IN SEARCH OF IRON <st1:stockticker>MIKE</st1:stockticker>–
By Steve Garza (<a href="mailto:steve@stevegarza.com">steve@stevegarza.com</a>)
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Many of us who visited <st1:place><st1:placetype>Ocean</st1:placetype>
<st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype></st1:place> from the 50s through the 70s
remember the Smuggler’s Shop – that fascinating combination of store and nautical
museum at 13ths Street on the Boardwalk. </div>
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Although I was very young when I visited the Smuggler’s
Shop, I have vivid memories of the place and its two shopkeepers, Sam McDowell,
the shop’s owner, and Iron Mike, the imposing armored diving suit that greeted
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During a recent visit to <st1:place><st1:placetype>Ocean</st1:placetype>
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As for Sam McDowell, an internet search led me to an article
on Bill Kelly’s blog about Sam. As readers may already know, Sam is a
well-known artist who resides in <st1:state><st1:place>California</st1:place></st1:state>.
I decided to contact Sam to find out more about his artwork and ask him what
happened to Iron Mike. I wrote him a letter, using an address I had looked up,
not even sure I was writing to the right Sam McDowell, but a week later I got a
very gracious letter back from Sam, who was indeed “the Smuggler.” </div>
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Now in his 80s, Sam wrote that he now lives between his home
in Carmel, California and his long time second home in Bequia, an island in the
West Indies, though he seldom gets down there anymore. </div>
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Bequia is where he acquired some of the memorable items for
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Sam said he is enjoying life with is wife, kids and grand
kids, though he seems far from retired and makes a living as a full time
artist, doing both painting and scrimshaw. He is recognized as one of the best
scrimshaw artists working today, and also collects historic scrimshaw pieces.
Sam focuses much of his time making fine art, hand-crafted scrimshaw pocket
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Sam was also kind enough to include scans of two postcards
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On the topic of Iron Mike, Sam said that he had sold the
iron diving suit to a nautical museum in <st1:place><st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype>
<st1:placetype>Island</st1:placetype></st1:place>, in the <st1:place>Bronx</st1:place>,
<st1:state><st1:place>New York</st1:place></st1:state>, but later heard that it
ended up in <st1:state><st1:place>Florida</st1:place></st1:state>, but he did
not know where. </div>
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Those who remember Sam and the fascinating items in his shop
may want to check out some of the galleries that sell his scrimshaw pocket
knives. They’re collectible works of art that could also hold some personal
meaning to those of us who remember the Smuggler’s Shop days. </div>
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It took a lot of internet searching to find any current
information on Iron Mike. Finally I found some pictures on Flickr tagged as
Iron Mike that were taken by some tourist of a large yellow painted diving suit
in a museum in Islamorada, Florida. When I looked closely at the pictures,
there was no doubt it was Iron Mike, who had received a yellow paint job on his
upper body at some point in his travels. <br />
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While it appears that Iron Mike is a popular tourist attraction, the museum
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I called the museum to see if they had any more information
about Iron Mike and his history and virtually met Amber Weller, of the Florida
Keys History of Diving Museum, the present home of Iron Mike, and she filled me
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A BRIEF HISTORY OF IRON <st1:stockticker>MIKE</st1:stockticker>
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Iron Mike was built in the early 1930s by the Empire Marine
Salvage and Engineering Corporation of <st1:city><st1:place>New York City</st1:place></st1:city>,
which was headed by Thomas P. Connelly. A patent filed in 1934 lists Mr. Connelly
as the inventor. The company had an address at <st1:street><st1:address>17
Battery Place</st1:address></st1:street> in <st1:state><st1:place>New York</st1:place></st1:state>,
a few blocks south of the present day <st1:place><st1:placename>World</st1:placename>
<st1:placename>Trade</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>Center</st1:placetype></st1:place>
site. But the salvage operations appear to have been based across the <st1:place>Hudson
River</st1:place> in <st1:place><st1:city>Jersey City</st1:city>, <st1:state>New
Jersey</st1:state></st1:place>. </div>
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Iron Mike’s primary ‘occupant’ was a well known commercial
diver, Roy R. Hansen, of <st1:place><st1:city>Perth Amboy</st1:city>, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state></st1:place>. </div>
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Iron Mike was fully pressurized and self-contained, with an
oxygen tank that provided approximately four hours of air time, which was
included within the suit, so no air hoses were necessary, and a bottle of
caustic soda would absorb the CO2 emitted by the diver. </div>
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A telephone line was attached so the diver could keep in
contact with the boat on the surface, and the mechanical “hands” of a grappling
jaw permitted him to grasp objects. <br />
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The suit consists of a top and bottom pieces, secured together with a threaded
ring, which could easily be opened. The buoyancy of the suit made it naturally
return to an upright position, a feature the diver could take advantage of to
lean over to closely inspect an object, as the suit would upright itself. </div>
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Iron Mike undertook three dives that received notable press
coverage, and made him something of a celebrity. There were likely other dives,
but without the company’s records, they can’t be documented. If Iron Mike could
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HMS Hussar, October, 1934. The Hussar was a British ship
carrying pay for their soldiers during the American Revolution. In 1780 the
Hussar hit a rock and sank in the Hells Gate, a treacherous waterway off <st1:city><st1:place>New
York City</st1:place></st1:city>. Mr. Connelly’s company was one of at least
three parties that attempted to locate the ship in the mid-1930s. For this
mission, Iron Mike was outfitted with a huge light above his head and one on
each arm, and dragged through the water behind a tugboat called the Terminal.
Despite the relatively shallow depth of about 120 feet, Hansen called the job
one of the nastiest of his career due to the strength of the currents. <br />
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The search continued along the shores of the <st1:place>Bronx</st1:place> for
about a month during which Hansen identified six shipwrecks, none of which was
the Hussar. The search was then called off because <st1:place><st1:placename>Simon</st1:placename>
<st1:placename>Lake</st1:placename></st1:place>, the inventor of the modern
submarine, and <st1:place><st1:city>Pleasantville</st1:city>, <st1:state>NJ</st1:state></st1:place>
native, claimed to have exclusive rights, granted by the Treasury Department,
to recover the Hussar. <st1:place>Lake</st1:place> was ultimately unsuccessful
in this effort. </div>
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It is now believed that the amount of blasting, dredging and
filling in the Hells Gate, beginning in 1876, probably buried the remains of
the Hussar under landfill in the Port Morris section of the <st1:place>Bronx</st1:place>.
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A humorous side note – a Time Magazine article about the
dive said the crew had nicknamed the suit “Eleanor.” Thankfully, someone later
reconsidered this decision and Iron Mike took hold. </div>
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<st1:city><st1:place>Merida</st1:place></st1:city>, August
1936. The <st1:city><st1:place>Merida</st1:place></st1:city> was a passenger
steamer carrying gold and silver bullion from <st1:country -region="-region"><st1:place>Mexico</st1:place></st1:country>
in 1911 that collided with another ship and sank off the <st1:state><st1:place>Virginia</st1:place></st1:state>
coast in about 270 feet of water. The cargo had an estimated value of $26
million in 1936 dollars, or about $425 million today. Mr. Connelly and company
dove the wreck with Iron Mike in August 1936, and according to some reports,
they did salvage some of the cargo, but no details were provided. However, the
book Treasure Legends of Virginia states that the company’s expedition failed,
after having spent $250,000 (about $4 million today). </div>
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A New York Times article about the expedition reveals some interesting insights
about the mission and Iron Mike. Roy Hansen, by this point very experienced
using Iron Mike, was supremely confident in the suit and the changes of success
on this mission. He even claimed he could stay down for 16 hours at a time. Hansen
also said he believed the suit could dive to 2,000 feet. </div>
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The article named his two assistants – James Cullom and
William Hogarty, both from <st1:city><st1:place>Jersey City</st1:place></st1:city>.
Most interestingly, the article refers to the presences of two diving suits
matching Iron Mike’s description. Amber discovered in her research that there
was an earlier suit, very similar to Iron Mike, believed to have been designed
by Benjamin Leavitt of <st1:place><st1:city>Camden</st1:city>, <st1:state>New
Jersey</st1:state></st1:place>, and this suit may have also been used for the
<st1:city><st1:place>Merida</st1:place></st1:city> mission. Nevertheless, most
documentation indicates that Thomas Connelly only built one Iron Mike suit. </div>
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Quarry Dive in Pen <st1:place><st1:city>Argyl</st1:city>, <st1:state>Pa.</st1:state></st1:place>
September 1936. Shortly after the <st1:city><st1:place>Merida</st1:place></st1:city>
dive, Iron Mike was used to recover the body of a 13 year old boy who drowned
in a flooded quarry in <st1:state><st1:place>Pennsylvania</st1:place></st1:state>.
In completing this somber task, Roy Hansen claimed he dove to 510 feet, a
record at the time, but this could not be officially confirmed for the record
books. </div>
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company, or when Iron Mike was retired from commercial diving. Iron Mike was
reportedly stored at the Philadelphia Naval Ship Yard at some point in the
1940s, and after that was part of a live diving demonstration in <st1:city><st1:place>Atlantic
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<st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype></st1:place>. Around the time Sam closed
the Smuggler’s Shop, around 1980, he sold Iron Mike to the Northwind Undersea
Institute in <st1:place><st1:placetype>City</st1:placetype> <st1:placetype>Island</st1:placetype></st1:place>,
<st1:place><st1:city>Bronx</st1:city>, <st1:state>NY</st1:state></st1:place>, a
museum co-founded by folk singer Ritchie Havens. </div>
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yellow for an unknown reason. The museum is interested in restoring him to his
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Special thanks to Sam McDowell, for sharing his
recollections, and Amber Weller of the Florida Keys History of Diving Museum
for sharing her research and patiently answering my questions. Amber’s research
skills and attention to detail have uncovered a lot of fascinating information
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<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">I
do have one small update, which is that the diving museum also (finally) wrote
about Iron Mike on their own blog just a few days ago. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 12pt;">http://www.historyofdivingmuseum.blogspot.com/. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">Iron Mike
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;">http://www.google.com/patents?id=Ord9AAAAEBAJ&zoom=4&dq=diving%20suit%201934&pg=PA1#v=onepage&q=diving%20suit%201934&f=false<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Sam McDowell Knives: </div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://www.oregoncoastgalleries.com/home/ocg/smartlist_125/mcdowell_scrimshaw_knives_hand_engraved.html">http://www.oregoncoastgalleries.com/home/ocg/smartlist_125/mcdowell_scrimshaw_knives_hand_engraved.html</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://www.hartfordyork.com/category/mcdowell-knives">http://www.hartfordyork.com/category/mcdowell-knives</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;"><a href="http://www.arizonacustomknives.com/Sam-McDowell.aspx">http://www.arizonacustomknives.com/Sam-McDowell.aspx</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-10223268294648700392011-12-21T00:42:00.000-08:002011-12-30T01:06:57.741-08:00Mack & Mancos to Manco & Mancos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4N7qYj8CSVsaoZ3pZgKeWmUs6rUMrdNIDBWZ3aadScEEhrdWmcAapipshW71Z3Jq7S2e7s19LPhR_vkES70DPh4WlvIQYHdEsoIvrOVOduxXF474MJeOzKJIgOR2Jx22-7fiQ1MG8kx0/s1600/article_caa032be-28ca-11e1-9039-001871e3ce6c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="184" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4N7qYj8CSVsaoZ3pZgKeWmUs6rUMrdNIDBWZ3aadScEEhrdWmcAapipshW71Z3Jq7S2e7s19LPhR_vkES70DPh4WlvIQYHdEsoIvrOVOduxXF474MJeOzKJIgOR2Jx22-7fiQ1MG8kx0/s400/article_caa032be-28ca-11e1-9039-001871e3ce6c.jpg" /></a></div><br />
The Arab revolution had spread, the leader of Korea had died and the economy tanked, but the big story story of the year broke on Twitter, carried over the Ocean City Patch, was primed for a big feature in the Inky, was scooped by the Press and picked up by the TV news - the venerable Mack & Manco Pizza of Ocean City, New Jersey boardwalk fame was changing their name - to Manco & Manco. <br />
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It could be the story of the year, and everyone wanted to know why? Why mess with something that's Sooo good, and Sooo successful and Sooo well known? <br />
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Not even the Inky could answer that one, other than the fact the break up of the two major boardwalk families was amiable, and they just decided to go their own ways. <br />
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To really understand you have to go back to the beginning. Before it was even called pizza. Back to Trenton, where Anthony Macrone, the Godfather of the family, began selling Trenton Tomato Pies at his restaurant near the Trenton State Fairgrounds in the early 1950s. <br />
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Even though they may look the same to the observer, a Trenton Tomato Pie is different than a pizza in that it is made with a thin and crispy dough crust with the cheeze layered first and the tomato sauce added on top, and after baking at high temperature for ten to twelve minutes, is best eaten fresh and hot. <br />
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The first Trenton Tomato Pie has been traced back to 1910 when they were first served at Joe's in the Italian neighborhood of Chambersburg, and made popular by Papas and DeLorenzos and other places run by Italians from the Naples area of Italy. <br />
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Although a staple in Trenton, the Tomato Pie didn't make its debute at the Jersey Shore until the early 1950s when a store opened in Seaside, and a new market for the product opened up. <br />
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Then one day in 1952 Mr. Anthony Macrone and his son Dominick aka "Duke," took a drive down Route 9, visited Wildwood and decided that the boardwalk at that seasonal resort might be a good place to open a restaurant featuring their Tomato Pies. It rained the first Memorial Day weekend the first Mack's opened and they only sold eight pies. <br />
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Although they did include some other items on the menu, a local judge who was a steady customer recommended they cut back on everything but the Tomato Pie, and it really took off. Although others tried to duplicate their product and business, and dozens of other pizza parlors have opened on the boardwalk, Mack's had loyal customers who kept coming back and they expanded, eventually having four shops on the Wildwood boardwalk. <br />
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Mr. Anthony Macrone's cousin, Vincent Manco, was interested in getting into the business, so in 1956 they opened the first Mack & Mancos on the Ocean City boardwalk at 8th Street, leasing the storefront from Mr. Charles Schilling, whose wife Helen (nee Shriver), of Shriver's candy fame, also owned the boardwalk movie theaters and two blocks of retail stores they leased out to other businesses. <br />
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Before long they also opened a second Mack & Manco Pizza shop between 9th and 10th Streets. <br />
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When Mr. Manco passed away, Mr. Mack brought his son Vincent Mack to Ocean City from Wildwood, and kept the business going along with Mr. Manco's son Frank and his wife Kay. Mr. Manco's wife Mary was also a part of the business. <br />
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That's when I worked for them, from 1968-1980, every summer through high school and college and a few years thereafter, learning good business sense from Mr. Mack, a very smart and honorable man. <br />
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While Duke and the rest of the family ran the stores in Wildwood, Mr. Mack and his son Vince and Kay and Frank Manco ran the two Ocean City stores for many years that stretched into decades. Eventually Mr. Mack got old and when he passed away, they kept everything running the same, except Duke would come in every once in awhile to check on things. <br />
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Duke had bigger ambitions though, and as the numbers of Atlantic City casinos increased, he decided to open a business on the Atlantic City boardwalk, but it wasn't just a pizza shop, it was also a bar and restaurant - Duke Mack's. It became one of the most popular places in Atlantic City for many years. <br />
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Eventually Vince Mack left Ocean City and moved to Atlantic City where he worked making pizza for awhile and then retired, enjoying life as a man about the boardwalk before he too passed away. <br />
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Duke Mack & his wife and Frank & Kay Manco. (Photo: Ralph Grassi)<br />
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Duke Mack & Vincent Mack back when a slice of pizza was 20 cents. (photo: Ralph Grassi)<br />
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Duke Mack - took Mack's Pizza in Wildwood to Atlantic City (Photo: Ralph Grassi)<br />
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By the time the third and fourth generation of Macks were working the Wildwood boardwalk shops, Ocean City's business expanded to a third boardwalk location at 12th street, and a few years later they opened a take-out business at a Somers Point shopping center. <br />
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With all of the Macks out of the Ocean City business, a new generation of Mancos took over the day to day operations of all of the stores, while a new generation of Macks took over the Wildwood boardwalk shops. So it just made sense to severe their business ties, especially their moniker. <br />
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In addition, the expanding Mack family of Wildwood branched out and under their original Macarone name, opened a seasonal shop in Stone Harbor. Another Wildwood Mack, Joey, opened Mack's Boardwalk Pizza ship in South Philly. <br />
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Back in Seaside, where the first Trenton Tomato Pie store was opened at the shore, the Maruca family that owned that shop decided to franchise out their name and business, and now have a half dozen franchises going in South Jersey, mainly away from the shore. <br />
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So the bottom line, the attrition of original partners, the take-over of the business by a new generation and desire to define their ownership and territory led to change in the name of Ocean City's Mack & Manco to Manco & Manco.<br />
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<b>Here's the articles including Ocean City Packet and Inky.</b><br />
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Divvying Up the Pie: Mack Splits from Manco<br />
The famous Ocean City pizzeria becomes Manco & Manco.<br />
By Cindy Nevitt<br />
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December 17, 2011<br />
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After 55 years, Ocean City's most iconic pizzeria has a new recipe: no Mack and more Manco. Posters with the new Manco & Manco name started appearing in the year-round Mack & Manco store at 920 Boardwalk in late October, and phone calls to the store have been answered, "Manco and Manco." An electronic sign on the facade of the Somers Point store now reads "Manco & Manco Pizza Too."<br />
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Chuck Bangle, Mack & Manco co-owner and son-in-law of owners Frank and Kay Manco, has declined to comment to Ocean City Patch on the name change since the new name started to appear. On Friday, he said he would first share information on the change only for a Sunday feature in a "major newspaper," which he declined to name. (Update on Sunday, Dec. 18: Inquirer reports on name change.)<br />
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"Mack and Manco's is now Manco & Manco Pizza!" has been posted on the pizzeria's website with various launch dates given for MancosPizza.com.<br />
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While ownership declined to speak about the name change, others talked freely about the switch.<br />
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The planned name change—and unconfirmed dissolution of the Mack and Manco partnership—has been a badly kept secret since summer with customers and neighboring merchants openly discussing the news.<br />
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There are few things in Ocean City as legendary as Mack & Manco. Although the Boardwalk is home to 18 pizzerias, the lines are always longest in front of Mack & Manco's three stores. Mack & Manco assembles its pies differently than most, spreading a layer of shredded cheese atop the thin crust before topping with a swirl of tomato sauce.<br />
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Name recognition is key in business. For someone starting out, a name that provides instant recognition is extremely valuable. For someone in business more than half a century, changing names—in most situations—would be unthinkable.<br />
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"Because we're talking about Mack and Manco, I don't think it's going to affect their business, not one iota," said Doug Wing, owner of Ready's Coffee Shop on Eighth Street. "I don't think it'll hurt them, a name change as little as that. The new name is very close to the old name."<br />
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Five years ago, Wing became the fourth owner of Ready's in its 48-year history. A name change for his restaurant, he said, would be a mistake. "If I changed the name here," he said, illustrating his point by turning his thumb in a downward direction, "it would be death." <br />
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Mack & Manco's storied history began in 1956, when founders Anthony Mack and Vincent Manco came to Ocean City from Trenton and opened the original Mack & Manco at 920 Boardwalk. A few years later, they added the store at 758 Boardwalk. Mack's sons Dominic, Vince and Joseph expanded their business to the Wildwood and Atlantic City boardwalks, while Manco's son Frank remained in Ocean City. Frank, with his wife Kay, opened the third store at 12th and the Boardwalk in the 1980s.<br />
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<b>PRESS OF ATLANTIC CITY </b><br />
Saturday, December 17, 2011 <br />
By ROB SPAHR Staff Writer |<br />
http://www.pressofatlanticcity.com/news/breaking/mack-manco-pizza-changing-its-name/article_caa032be-28ca-11e1-9039-001871e3ce6c.html<br />
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OCEAN CITY — The façade outside of Mack & Manco Pizza on the Boardwalk was unchanged Saturday. But from the shop’s website and the way its staff answered the phone, the well-known pizzeria is apparently about to undergo a major change.<br />
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“Manco & Manco, pick up or delivery?” the voice answered.<br />
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And the neon sign above the pizzeria’s Somers Point location confirmed that “Mack” had been replaced with another “Manco.”<br />
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“There’s no Mack? What happened to Mack? We want to know where Mack went!” said a shocked Dottie Drake, 60, of Seaville, before taking her young granddaughters into the store at 920 Boardwalk. “That’s their favorite pizza place.”<br />
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But when reached by phone Saturday, Chuck Bangle — Mack & Manco co-owner and son-in-law of owners Frank and Kay Manco — said that he would not comment until after 10 a.m. on Monday morning.<br />
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In 1956, Frank Manco's late father, Vincent Manco, and the late Anthony Mack came from Trenton to open the first Mack & Manco Pizza store on the Boardwalk in Ocean City.<br />
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The pair opened a second Ocean City location a few years later, and a third location was opened on the Boardwalk in the late 1980's. The Mack family also operated other pizzerias, including Mack's Pizza in Wildwood, over the years.<br />
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And the shop’s website offered little additional explanation, because it had been replaced with a white screen and green text reading “Coming Soon” and a link to an under-construction website for Manco & Manco Pizza.<br />
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“Mack and Manco’s is now Manco & Manco Pizza!” the one-page website read before continuing lower on the page. “Mack and Manco’s menu may have changed over the years, but one thing has never changed at Manco & Manco’s — their dedication to providing their customers with the freshest, hottest, crispiest and tastiest pizza possible. An Ocean City tradition you can always count on.”<br />
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Meanwhile Manco & Manco Pizza started new Facebook and Twitter accounts on Nov. 7.<br />
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“I’m shocked,” Linwood resident Angie Waters, 37, said while walking on the Boardwalk with her three children. “I’ve been coming here my whole life, but this is the first I’m hearing about it.”<br />
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“I like the old name better,” said Jackson Waters, 8. “But as long as the pizza still tastes the same, I’m OK with it.”<br />
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Ocean City Linda Musial takes her grandsons to the pizzeria about once a week and said she did not expect that tradition to change. <br />
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“They can change their name to whatever they want,” she said. “But I think people are still going to call it “Mack and Manco.’“<br />
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NBC TV - 40 </b><br />
Jersey Shore Pizza Institution Drops the 'Mack'<br />
Known as Mack & Manco Pizza since 1956, the pizza shop now has a new name<br />
http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/the-scene/food-drink/Jersey-Shore-Pizza-Institution-Drops-the-Mack-135859243.html<br />
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Salt water taffy, beach tags, boardwalk fries and Mack & Manco Pizza. They’re all items synonymous with summers at the Jersey Shore, but one is about to change.<br />
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The famous pizza joint, opened by Trenton’s Vincent Manco and Anthony Mack on the Boardwalk in Ocean City back in 1956, is losing one of its namesakes. According to the shop’swebsite (which is now 80 percent complete) and based on the way they now answer the phone, it’s about to be known as “Manco & Manco Pizza.”<br />
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The name change will reportedly take effect at all of their locations beginning Jan. 1.<br />
“Mack and Manco’s is now Manco & Manco Pizza!” reads the website. “Mack and Manco’s menu may have changed over the years, but one thing has never changed at Manco & Manco’s -- their dedication to providing their customers with the freshest, hottest, crispiest and tastiest pizza possible. An Ocean City tradition you can always count on.”<br />
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They started new social media accounts back on Nov. 7, though neither the Facebook nor Twitterfeeds have been active since then.<br />
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The Mack family, which owns pizza joints in Wildwood ended their 55-year partnership with the Manco family in June.<br />
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"It's just two separate entities that decided among themselves that one would take back their name and we would all go our separate ways. There's nothing else to say about it," co-owner Chuck Bangle told the Philadelphia Inquirer Sunday.<br />
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"There's no animosity, it was a mutual and amicable decision," Bangle told NBC Philadelphia.<br />
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One of the owners of Mack's didn't go on camera but would say that it was just time for the families to go their separate ways.<br />
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And anyone worried that the pizza could lose its famous taste shouldn't fret.<br />
"The product will be the same and I guarantee you everything will be the consistently the same as it's always been for the last 55 years," Manco & Manco manager Tony Polcini said.<br />
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<b>INKY: </b><br />
Ocean City pizza icon slices up its name<br />
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http://articles.philly.com/2011-12-18/news/30531374_1_pizza-parlor-boardwalk-pizza-heaven<br />
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OCEAN CITY, N.J. - They've been taking three simple ingredients - tomato sauce, cheese, and dough - and crafting them into edible memories for so long here that the name Mack & Manco is as iconic on this beach resort's boardwalk as its Ferris wheel and salt water taffy.<br />
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So inherent in local culture is this throwback pizza parlor - actually there are now three boardwalk locations and one across the bridge on the mainland in Somers Point - that followers of the crispy tomato pies will tell you they seek a "Mack & Manco's" rather than a simple slice of pizza when headed for the boardwalk.<br />
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So when the name "Mack" is officially dropped Jan. 1 from a moniker that has been around since 1956 and the place is called simply Manco & Manco, jaws are likely to drop.<br />
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The reasons for the impending change, after all these years, are shrouded in mystery, like the secret recipes for the pies.<br />
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"It's just two separate entities that decided among themselves that one would take back their name and we would all go our separate ways. There's nothing else to say about it," said Chuck Bangle, who says he co-owns the institution with his wife, Mary, and her parents, Frank and Kay Manco.<br />
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He declined to say whether the split was amicable, but took his lawyer's help in writing a brief news release announcing the change.<br />
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"We know that when people really start to notice the change, they are going to be worried," Bangle said. "But they shouldn't be, because nothing else is changing and our customers have no need to be concerned."<br />
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He insists that the restaurants will be retained by the same ownership and management and that all the recipes and procedures that have gone into turning a brief list of ingredients into a boardwalk food staple aren't going to change.<br />
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"We have customers who tell us that the moment they get to town, without even unpacking their bags, the first thing they do is come here for a slice," Bangle said. "And they've been doing it for generations. We would never mess with that recipe. It's like a bond we have with our customers."<br />
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After running a successful pizza operation in Trenton, Frank Manco's father, Vincent Manco, came to the resort 55 years ago to open his first boardwalk pizza parlor with his cousin Anthony Mackrone.<br />
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Mackrone, who eventually shortened his name and came to be known as "Tony Mack," had already been operating Mack's Pizza on the Wildwood boardwalk for several years when Mack & Manco formed.<br />
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It was a partnership made in pizza heaven, at least for a while.<br />
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Almost instantly crowds of vacationers were lining up to watch the "pie man" flip the dough into the air and buy hot, delicious slices for 15 cents.<br />
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Then, for reasons that seem to be lost in the mists of antiquity, the Macks and the Mancos went their separate ways, and the Manco family continued to operate the popular Ocean City locations using the Mack & Manco name.<br />
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The Macks expanded their operations to two spots in Wildwood, continuing to simply call theirs Mack's Pizza.<br />
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Ralph Grassi, 47, of Wildwood Crest, a local historian and longtime friend of the Mack family, said the name change was an "official separation of both parties."<br />
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"The Mack family basically wanted the Mack name to remain theirs and no longer be associated with the Manco name," said Grassi, a former Mack's Pizza employee who now works for the Borough of Wildwood Crest and said he was asked to speak on behalf of the Mack family.<br />
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Grassi would not comment on the details of any legal or financial settlement, but indicated that Mack's Pizza would remove any reference to Mack & Manco on its pizza boxes and employee uniforms in the agreement. He did say it was an "amicable and mutually agreed-upon decision."<br />
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Joanne Moloney, whose family now operates Mackrone Original Mack's Pizza in Stone Harbor, said that her family's enterprise was not involved in the Mack-vs.-Manco situation and that she had no comment on the matter.<br />
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Fearing that too much of the wrong type of publicity about the change could hurt his pizza parlor's storied reputation, Bangle, a no-nonsense kind of guy who handles his company's day-to-day operations, admits he has been trying to keep the name change sotto voce.<br />
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But by Jan. 1, nothing in the Ocean City and Somers Point locations of the business can bear the name "Mack," including signage, paper cups, pizza boxes, employee uniforms, advertising, or anything else associated with the enterprise.<br />
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Employees have already started answering the phone "Manco & Manco," and most of the exterior signs on the locations have been changed.<br />
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Among the things that won't change are the employees, the "true secret ingredient," Bangle says.<br />
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"These people are the heart and soul of what we do," said Bangle, who manages about 150 employees during the summer and about 30 during the winter. Many of the year-round workers are longtimers who've been with the company more than 20 years.<br />
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Tony Polcini, 41, who has worked for the Mancos for nearly 25 years and is now a manager, says he never thought of getting another job, because Bangle and the Mancos are "like family to me."<br />
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Nowadays, slices cost $2.25 (whole pies are $17), but a lot of things are still done the old-fashioned way.<br />
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They don't use pizza cutters to form those mud-flap-sized slices, only clam knives, which help the servers get a more accurate cut, said Tom Rossi, 31, of Seaville, who has worked at Manco's at its Ninth Street location for 17 years.<br />
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Rossi said the parlor had always had a strict hierarchy:<br />
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The pie man, seen from the boardwalk, takes center stage behind the counter to flip and twirl the dough into perfect, thin, 18-inch rounds.<br />
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The "sinker," usually a veteran crew member, sauces and cheeses the pie.<br />
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The "stretcher" has the all-important job of working the oven - a position taken very seriously at Manco's, where customers often look for a "bubble crust," the thinnest spots in the dough that have blossomed into crispy yet gooey crunching perfection.<br />
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And when customers place their orders, it is customary for the wait staff not to write any of it down.<br />
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"My mother-in-law, who's 72, will sometimes stand in the middle of the place when it's packed in the summer and shake her head and say, 'It's just pizza and soda. . . . They come back again and again just for pizza and soda,' " Bangle said. "A lot of people, including her, have tried to figure out why that is, what's the mystique of it all."<br />
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The decidedly low-tech scene at each Manco's boardwalk location - white walls, laminate-covered countertops, green vinyl-covered counter stools, simple wood tables and chairs - has been the site of plenty of engagements, weddings, and wakes over the years.<br />
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"I think the appeal of the place is that it never changes," said Toniann Christou, 55, of Newtown, Bucks County, who owns a summer home in Ocean City and has been a customer for 21 years.<br />
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"The pizza is always delicious, always the same," said Christou, on a trip for some boardwalk Christmas shopping. "You eat it all summer and dream about it all winter."<br />
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<b>The Story of Pizza – Bill Kelly Ocean City SandPaper, 1994</b> <br />
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In Trenton in 1956 pizza, as we know it, was known as "tomato pie", but when Anthony Mack and Vincent Manco came to Ocean City from Trenton that year they just called it pizza. Mack and Manco's opened their first pizza parlor at 918 Boardwalk in the summer of 1956. A few years later they opened another store at 7th Street and the Boardwalk.<br />
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Mr. Mack had three sons-Dominic, Vince and Joseph -and they expanded their business to the Wildwood and Atlantic City boardwalks. Vincent Manco's son Frank and his wife Kay continued to operate the original Ocean City locations, and opened a third store at 12th Street in the late '80's. Although it seems there is a pizza parlor on every corner in Ocean City today with new ones opening every season, Mack & Manco's is never afraid of the competition and attributes the endurance of Mack & Manco's to their consistency. "It's our consistency that makes the clock turn," says Kay Manco, "and our survival stems from our loyal customers who come back year after year." With Kay and Frank's daughter Mary, a third generation is continuing the business in the same tradition.<br />
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One of Mack and Manco's traditions is making the pizza fresh in front of the customers, with the pie maker putting on an entertaining show for the customers, twirling the pizza dough in the air to stretch it. "We have been very fortunate to have such good employees," Kay adds.<br />
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Mack and Manco's have expanded their menu since 1956 when plain pizza and soda were the only things on the menu. Besides the traditional thin and crispy cheese and tomato sauce pizza, we now provide a variety of new offerings, like Venetian pizza with whole sliced Jersey tomatoes and a number of other toppings such as broccoli and spinach along with the old favorites like pepperoni and sausage. Our menu may have changed over the years, but one thing has never changed at Mack and Manco's-their dedication to providing their customers with the freshest, hottest, crispiest and tastiest pizza possible. An Ocean City tradition you can always count on.<br />
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<b>Ralph Grassi, local Wildwood historian wrote the history of Mack’s Pizza on the Wildwood Boadwalk, and wrote: </b><br />
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Please visit Ralph Grassi's site which includes the history of Macks Pizza in Wildwood and has posted a lot of old, neat photos, some of which I have used here. Thanks Ralph. <br />
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http://www.funchase.com/Images/Macks/MacksPizzaPg1.htm<br />
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The Mack Pie dates back nearly sixty years to a time when Anthony and Lena Macaroni operated a restaurant located near the old fairgrounds on Nottingham Way in Trenton, New Jersey. It was there that the Mack's Tomato Pie was born. Years later the family opened a pizza shop in Seaside Heights on the Jersey shore but it wasn't until 1953 that this famous pie hit the Wildwood Boardwalk.<br />
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One day in 1952 Anthony took his son Dominic (better known as Duke) on a road trip. They hopped in the car and headed out on a journey that eventually ended on a little barrier island at the southern tip of New Jersey called The Wildwoods. Anthony and his wife Lena had previously scouted the Wildwood location and fell in love with it, however to Duke it seemed to be at the end of the earth. Fortunately the family did choose the Wildwood Boardwalk for a new store and the following year Anthony and Lena along with their three sons Joseph, Vincent and Duke opened up shop at Wildwood Avenue on Memorial Day weekend - As always ( some say it is a tradition)it rained for three days and only 8 pies were sold, but things turned around quickly. The Wildwood business did so well that within a few years Anthony and his son Vincent opened a pizza shop on the Ocean City Boardwalk (N.J.) along with cousin Vince Manco and created the first Mack and Manco's.<br />
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Originally, the Mack's baked their pies in a conventional range, but later used industrial ovens such as Bakers Pride and Blodgett. In 1966 a new innovation in pizza cooking was introduced to the industry called the Roto-Flex Oven. This bakery oven features four rotating decks allowing more than 20 pies to be cooked at the same time and in 1971 Mack's decided to give them a try. This new process of baking pizza took some time to get used to, but with a little tweaking and the proper adjustments they got the ovens working perfectly. ( To sit at the counter and not only watch your pie being made, but to actually watch it rotate and cook through the glass oven doors has always been a real treat.) Eventually they purchased a total of eight ovens for the Seaside, Ocean City and Wildwood stores.<br />
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The Mack family has always had a unique style of making pizza and people took notice. Customers and other restaurant owners would watch with great curiosity as the cheese would be applied first (!)followed by the sauce. This was a rather unorthodox way of doing things in the pizza making trade.<br />
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Another unique innovation that Mack's created was the "Pump".(Anyone that has sat at Mack's counter knows about the pump.)Their delicious sauce is pumped through a clear hose that comes up through the floor from the basement and to the pizza bench.(What lays beneath in the underground "Pizza Lair"? Just another part of the mystique of Mack's Pizza.)<br />
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In the early years Mack's offered an 18 inch pie for $2.14. Before the idea of the pizza box came along Mack's wrapped the "pies to go" in white paper. (And how many remember when a slice was served on a napkin? - I sure do.) You could get a cut for 29 cents and for an extra 15 you could get an icy cold beverage to go with it. (I really like saying "icy cold beverage"...)<br />
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At that time Mack's served "Juicy Orange" which quickly became a favorite, but as the years passed another product would become associated with the pie - Pennsylvania Dutch Birch Beer.(Any diehard Mack's fan will tell you their drink of choice is Pennsylvania Dutch Birch Beer.) This combination has become a tradition at Mack's and for many years the soda was served directly from the tap of a big Birch Beer barrel out front of the store.<br />
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Now, in 2011, Tony Mack’s great grandchildren are following in their parents footsteps as they work their way through college tossing the original Mack’s Famous Pizza! Come and visit Mike, Laura, Nicole, Kevin, Stephen, Sarah and David as they continue their Mack’s Pizza legacy!<br />
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RIP - <br />
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MACK, VINCENT –</b> of Atlantic City, died Wednesday at Ocean Point Health Center. Born in Trenton, he lived in Trenton-Yardley, PA area most of his life and resided in Atlantic City for the past 20 years. Mr. Mack worked for many years in Product Development for Mack’s Pizza in Seaside and Duke Mack’s in Atlantic City. <br />
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Son of the late Anthony and Lena Maruca Mack, he is survived by his brothers, Dominick “Duke” Mack and his companion Pat Byrne of Atlantic City, Joseph and his companion, Sharon Manes of Stone Harbor, several relatives form the Maruca family, nephews and nieces, Ronald Mack, darryl Mack and his wife Mary, Robert, Robyn, JoAnn and Donna Maloney, Maryanne Ziccardi and her husband, Michael; two great nephews, Nicholas Ziccardi and Eonin Mack; a great niece, Brittany Ziccardi; extended family, Frank and Kay Manco, Joseph Auletta and Neil Cirucci and many cousins. <br />
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<b>DOMINICK "DUKE" MACK <br />
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DOMINICK "DUKE"</b> passed away at his home surrounded by his family on Friday, September 18th. Duke was a unique individual; one of a kind, a lover of life and fun, but at the same time a serious businessman and a warm and loving person devoted to family and friends. After operating a restaurant in Trenton NJ on Nottingham Way (near the Trenton Fairgrounds), Duke, along with his father Anthony, took a drive to Wildwood NJ and that's where the first Mack's Pizza was born. They were the original founders of Mack's Pizza in Wildwood, NJ, as well as being the "Mack" in Mack and Manco's Pizza in Ocean City, NJ. <br />
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Duke's other businesses included a nightclub/restaurant named after him in AC, Duke Mack's, Hamilton Bowling Lanes in Hamilton Township, NJ and Pennsylvania Dutch Birch Beer. <br />
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Duke was a huge NY Yankee supporter and a fan of Joe DiMaggio "the greatest Yankee of them all." Duke had a great sense of humor and was a constant source of strength for his family and friends. Under his tough exterior, he had a heart of gold. <br />
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Predeceased by his brother, Vince Mack and his first wife, Charlotte; Duke is survived by his wife Pat, two sons and a daughter-in-law, Ronald Mack and Darryl and Mary Mack; grandchildren, Eoin and Laura; Pat's daughter, Maryanne, who Duke loved and thought of as his own, her husband Michael and grandchildren, Brittany and Nicky Ziccardi. Duke is also survived by his loving brother and sister-in-law, Joseph and Sharon Mack; and his sister Catherine Moloney. <br />
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Published in Philadelphia Inquirer & Philadelphia Daily News on September 21, 2009<br />
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<i>Macks of Stone Harbor </i><br />
http://www.mackspizzaofstoneharbor.com/MacksPizza/HISTORY.html<br />
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Pizza for the Mack family is a way of life. When Anthony Mackrone, “Tony Mack”, took his Trenton, New Jersey tomato pie to the Wildwood boardwalk in 1953, he took his wife Lena and four children, Duke, Joe, Kitty and Vincent with him. From Nottingham Way to Wildwood Avenue, Tony Mack moved a product from quiet success in Trenton to an overnight sensation on the Jersey Shore. In 1956, he provided an opportunity to his cousin, Frank Manco to join him in Ocean City and Mack-Manco Pizza was born.<br />
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Six grandchildren followed Tony into the business. The pictures displayed here depict just how those grandchildren learned to spin pizza at the same time they started to walk, entered the Wildwood Baby Parades in pizza themed floats, poured birch beers from the barrel off the front counter and stood by their "Uncle Joe Mack" as he taught them how to work the peel boards. <br />
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No wonder all six of them still love the business and love the product. Most put themselves through college working in Wildwood. For Bob Moloney, Tony’s second oldest grandson, the passion drove him to open another store in Stone Harbor New Jersey in 1987. After graduating from Trenton State College with his Master’s Degree in Education, he moved his career to Cape May Court House and in honor of the man who started it all, Bob named the new store “Mackrone’s Pizza…the original Mack’s Pizza” right in Stone Harbor, New Jersey. Now, in the quaint town of Stone Harbor, directly between his grandfather’s first businesses in Wildwood and Ocean City, Bob continues to toss that pizza to the enjoyment of the lines of customers who wait patiently for the school year to end so Bob can open his doors.<br />
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This Mack’s Pizza of Stone Harbor has developed specialty pizzas named after Wildwood Boardwalk landmarks and memories. From the “Tram Car” (a meat lover’s pizza) named for that annoying but ever present tram screaming “watch the tram car please” as the Mack kids tossed and sold that pizza over the front counter….to the “Golden Nugget” (white pizza with fresh tomatoes, mushrooms and extra cheese) named for the roller coaster ride that preceded the metal skyscraping nightmares that now line the boardwalk piers...to the “Wildwood” (a classic pepperoni, mushroom and extra cheese) named for the classic town itself.<br />
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The Mack Pie dates back nearly sixty years to a time when Anthony and Lena Macaroni operated a restaurant located near the old fairgrounds on Nottingham Way in Trenton, New Jersey. It was there that the Mack's Tomato Pie was born. Years later the family opened a pizza shop in Seaside Heights on the Jersey shore but it wasn't until 1953 that this famous pie hit the Wildwood Boardwalk.William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-86342876579350962052011-11-23T10:52:00.000-08:002011-11-23T11:05:17.535-08:00Mrs. Helen Shriver Schilling & the Trashing of Old Ocean City<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmtVE0HiUAc-jwPd4niw0-YeVux6WFD_-UUYz0yXTDYdizqyla7nYKXQZsC_7OcjgTiehwcVAltFepQFeWZD-6cJYB47PXp40bcIXojUZwm02PISPlMKv2l6BsX-cAtjqAzS0qUuQBj8/s1600/aerial%252520view%252520of%252520Moorlyn%252520Strand%252520and%252520Shrivers%252520before%2525201932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="251" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmtVE0HiUAc-jwPd4niw0-YeVux6WFD_-UUYz0yXTDYdizqyla7nYKXQZsC_7OcjgTiehwcVAltFepQFeWZD-6cJYB47PXp40bcIXojUZwm02PISPlMKv2l6BsX-cAtjqAzS0qUuQBj8/s400/aerial%252520view%252520of%252520Moorlyn%252520Strand%252520and%252520Shrivers%252520before%2525201932.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Now the estate of Helen Shriver Schilling, after failing to abide by her estate planning regarding her movie theaters, want to build on the beach. <br />
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Helen Shriver, originally of Rydal, Pa. was the only child of Sarah and William Shriver, Jr., the son of William Shriver, Sr. who started a candy and ice cream business on the Ocean City, NJ boardwalk at 9th street in the early 1890s. Her father rebuilt their businesses in brick after the great fire of 1929 that destroyed much of the boardwalk and surrounding neighborhood. <br />
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She attened Hood College in Maryland and graduated in 1922. She married Charles Frank Schilling, a Philadelphia builder, and they enjoyed the outdoors, hunting and fishing. Although they sold the candy business in 1958 to the Hank and Virginia Glaser Family, it retained her family name. <br />
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For decades Mr. and Mrs. Schilling ran her family's Ocean City businesses, which grew to include the Strand, Moorlyn, Village Theaters, five parking lots and boardwalk storefronts that were leased out to various businesses including the Seaside Baths, Dels grill and Mack & Manco Pizza. <br />
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After the death of Mr. Schilling in Sept. 1980, she became a trustee of the Tabernacle in 1981 and donated money to Shore Memorial Hospital in Somers Point, where a wing is now named after her family. She also renovated her properties in 1988 to ensure they would continue unhindered into the future. <br />
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One thing that didn't last was Shriver's Pier, which stretched out over the 9th Street beach from the boardwalk and provided a pleasant place for people to sit in the shade. After young people and hippies began to conjugate there it was torn down and not rebuilt, as I'm sure Mr. and Mrs. Schilling would have wanted. <br />
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I know because I knew Mr. and Mrs. Schilling from when I first started working at Mack & Manco's Pizza in the early 1970s, as they would come in and sit at the counter for lunch nearly every day. One day in the late 1990s, I was driving around and saw Mrs. Schilling outside her house on the point at the Bay in the Gardens. She invited me in for tea and we sat and talked for awhile and she clearly expressed her strong views towards preserving Old Ocean City as best she could. <br />
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When she died in December, 1998, her attorney Ronald Taht, Esq. handled her estate. Taht’s former partner Bob Bell handled the estate of her father and grandfather. The toll both that leads out of Ocean City to Longport has a plaque that notes it is officially named the Robert Bell Toll Booth. <br />
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When Mrs. Schilling died Taht was quoted as saying, “To me, it’s the end of an era. The Schillings and Shrivers were old Ocean city and we’ve lost so much of that. They were very fine people who loved this city very much.” <br />
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As anyone who knew Mrs. Schilling understood, the one thing she wanted was to keep her properties and businesses intact, especially the movie theaters, which she insisted, under no circumstances, were they to be sold to the Frank Family who owned a movie theater chain that stretched from Northfield to Cape May, as they had unfairly competed with the Shriver/Schilling theaters in Ocean City and had wanted to buy them for many years. <br />
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The Franks, who had one of the first drive in movie theaters, were also credited with creating the multi-plex theaters that included more than one screen in each theater so many movies could be shown at the same time. <br />
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Despite the distinct and pronounced desire of Mrs. Helen Shriver Schilling, her attorney Ron Taht, Esq. created a shell company that officially purchased the theaters, that were then sold to the Franks, circumventing her estate plans. <br />
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At one time the Strand Theater on the Boardwalk at 9th Street had a seating of 2,000, which was full to capacity for such hit movies as Jaws, and included a giant silk curtain of Neptune, the God of the sea. <br />
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One of the first things the Franks did once they had assumed ownership of the theaters, was to take that curtain down and trash it in the back parking lot of the theater. They literally ripped it up and threw it in the trash. I know this because I was there and witnessed a member of the Frank family doing it. <br />
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The next thing they did was to divide the 2,000 seat theater in a number of smaller theaters, which they also did to the Moorlyn and Village Theaters. <br />
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It took a while, but eventually the Franks decided they couldn't make enough money from running the movie theaters they had wrongfully and probably illegally purchased via Ron Taht, and wanted to convert them into apartments. They did this to the Moorlyn Theater, across the boardwalk from the Music Pier, where they destroyed a second story stage where W.C. Fields and other Vaudeville acts had once performed that should have been restored and maintained as a theater. <br />
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They also own the Cape May theater that they also want to destroy and convert into condos and apartments. <br />
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And now the estate of Helen Shriver Schilling wants to build homes on the beachfront property that she once owned and wanted preserved. <br />
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Well none of her other plans for her estate have been honored, her theaters sold to those she specifically requested then never be sold to, and then subsequently trashed, so why should any of her wishes be upheld by the city or the courts? <br />
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Old Ocean City, the one best remembered, is gone, and those who own it now are motivated by greed and not a sense of community or history, and as soon as they get what they want, they won't live in the New Ocean City, but they'll take the money and run. <br />
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The Neptune Curtain at the Old Strand Theater in Ocean City was trashed, as was the theater itselfWilliam Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-70239138106763853142011-11-18T17:24:00.000-08:002011-11-21T16:24:12.511-08:00From the Top at the Ocean City Music Pier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlcy5adi6PrO95zuI7P3KUwwVfc7dWQV0Nkw_0zW8b_EaWGd3U0sUbFGescRGNKzJlevOBsqQ2oLibN7VV7-o7Ll3CdnamlTW2S-gY5z68PUrkcOgdoYlB2CptAdje-3aAjzqdqFUmRE/s1600/OC-Bdwk_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="225" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlcy5adi6PrO95zuI7P3KUwwVfc7dWQV0Nkw_0zW8b_EaWGd3U0sUbFGescRGNKzJlevOBsqQ2oLibN7VV7-o7Ll3CdnamlTW2S-gY5z68PUrkcOgdoYlB2CptAdje-3aAjzqdqFUmRE/s400/OC-Bdwk_300.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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PBS Radio's From the Top, hosted by Christopher O'Riley, will feature local musicians this week on a program that was recorded earlier this year with the Ocean City Pops orchestra at the Ocean City Music Pier. The nationally syndicated show that promotes young people playing classical music, can be heard on WRTI Temple University's station (Ocean City on WRTQ 91.3) <br />
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http://www.publicbroadcasting.net/wrti/arts.artsmain?action=viewArticle&sid=17&id=1875169&pid=208. <br />
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This program, which is broadcast on Saturday afternoon and again on Friday at 7 pm, can also be heard over the internet at their web site,http://www.fromthetop.org/radio/thisweek, and is archived so it can be heard later at any time. <br />
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The show includes the Ocean City Pops, under the direction of William Scheible, and solo performances by sixteen year old violinist Amy Semes, from Broomall, Pa., and trumpeter Jacob Hernandez, 18, from Philadelphia, as well as Scheible, who also plays trumpet. <br />
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Christopher O'Reily gives Ocean City a good plugs and Amy's 102 year old great uncle, who lives in Ocean City, recalls patronizing the Ocean City Music Pier as a child, and is a big fan of classical music and opera. They talked with him and got him to admit the secret of his longevity - a Scotch a day, and listening to opera. <br />
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Amy has two sisters who also play the violin, which was selected as the instrument of choice by her parents because it was easy to carry around. She tells the story about how once, when she got hurt, her sister had to substitute for her at a performance that she too had to play, so her sister tied her hair back for once performance and let it down for another, and people didn't know the difference. <br />
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Fernandez, a protege of S, acknowledges that his friends come to his performances, but don't particularly care for the classical music, some of which is a century old. <br />
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If you go to the web site, besides listening to the show, there's also a short videotape of the Polaris Quartet, from Dayton, Ohio, rehearsing before they go on, giving a vibrant and spontaneous performance on the boardwalk outside the music pier. <br />
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As noted on the From the Top web site: <br />
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Show 239 | Ocean City, New Jersey<br />
Recorded: Wednesday, August 31, 2011<br />
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This week, From the Top is at the Music Pier in Ocean City, New Jersey, joined by the Ocean City Pops under the direction of William Scheible. You'll hear a 16-year-old violinist play Wieniawski with the orchestra and an 18-year-old pianist play Bach. Also, the junior division winners of this year's Fischoff National Chamber Music Competition join Christopher O'Riley to perform Dvořák and a teenage trumpeter teams up with Pops conductor William Scheible to play the music of Vivaldi.<br />
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Performers and repertoire:<br />
Violinist Amy Semes,16, from Broomall, PA performs I.Allegro Moderato from Violin Concerto No. 1 in F-sharp minor, Op 14 by Henryk Wieniawski<br />
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Trumpeter Jacob Hernandez, 18, from Philadelphia, PA and Ocean City Pops conductor and trumpeter William Scheible perform I. Allegro from Concerto for 2 Trumpets in C by Antonio Vivaldi<br />
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Polaris Quartet (violinist Jenny Lee, violin, 17 from Bloomington, IN; violinist Billy Fang, violin, 18 from Dayton, OH; violist Demi Fang, 15, from Dayton, OH; and cellist Josh Halpern, 17, from Dayton, OH) performs I. Allegro, ma non tanto from Piano Quintet in A major, Op.81 by Antonín Dvořák<br />
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Pianist Kevin Sun, 18, from Carmichael, CA Performs I.Overture from Overture in the French Style, BWV 831 by Johann Sebastian Bach<br />
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Cellist Austin Huntington, 17, from South Bend, IN Performs I. Andante – Allegro vivace from Sonata No. 4 in C major, Op. 102 by Ludwig Van Beethoven<br />
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Brian's Facebook Photo. <br />
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He won't allow friends or writing on his wall.William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-14522003489996857332011-11-12T13:24:00.001-08:002011-11-12T13:24:43.457-08:00Outside St. Francis Cabrini Church , Ocean City<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyf3Tg6Mj1nWsHWAYwrTYul2oM1-p1S3hSTlMlpE696e330RpsKkVVYlP9CHpN6RS1gcvO_RYRHy6hpK3sFHAvjhV7yq7-eLgv6OUna1aRHINfrSRfJOGBbIOpeGM7XEAmYYB0k6R9W_Y/s1600/IMG+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyf3Tg6Mj1nWsHWAYwrTYul2oM1-p1S3hSTlMlpE696e330RpsKkVVYlP9CHpN6RS1gcvO_RYRHy6hpK3sFHAvjhV7yq7-eLgv6OUna1aRHINfrSRfJOGBbIOpeGM7XEAmYYB0k6R9W_Y/s400/IMG+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div>William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-16953519211527798112011-10-31T20:58:00.001-07:002011-11-05T14:28:28.153-07:00In front of the 22nd Street Restaurant 1966<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjym9dCxMM_k6quXn-fqnnQl8agob-LDaYXAFH-gxo1ZSrkzFDb_KAgJHlzZADc_Tfyj9n3QxKKc9paqlc37lR1s05qFMQj2Uj4vsxA2qNl-ZPJnlAs79PzUj6StWzJALclQ30aXAXw6lw/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="286" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjym9dCxMM_k6quXn-fqnnQl8agob-LDaYXAFH-gxo1ZSrkzFDb_KAgJHlzZADc_Tfyj9n3QxKKc9paqlc37lR1s05qFMQj2Uj4vsxA2qNl-ZPJnlAs79PzUj6StWzJALclQ30aXAXw6lw/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Gary Pancost and Bill Kelly with two waitresses in front of the 22nd Street Restaurant in Ocean City, circa 1966.<br />
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I think the 22nd Street Restaurant building is still standing as it became the home of the Ocean City Board of Realitors and still may be. <br />
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The restaurant was owned by a Mr. Petratus, also owned a diner in South Camden. A friend of my father, he hired me as a bus boy during one of the first summers we spent in Ocean City, after spending a few weeks every summer in Sea Isle City at the PAL House - the Camden Police Athletic League. <br />
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That first summer we stayed in a second floor apartment on Asbury Avenue about 18th Street that was later duplexed.William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-61972810858290930592011-10-25T23:56:00.001-07:002011-10-25T23:56:58.838-07:00The Flanders - First Class Hotel on the Boardwalk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YECVIBEpJu4vxlkQOSvWyoZQttBRTKIx_I6fa82WiDljQXodCgWWi9Nyi37-6jezz4Eb_1yfCFXqY6BaCvTMpRW2pZW314Bqz4F3wR7yM7OhGTYm5SrfcDiWQl8hK9WBHhQT98gYpi8/s1600/flandersnew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="269" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YECVIBEpJu4vxlkQOSvWyoZQttBRTKIx_I6fa82WiDljQXodCgWWi9Nyi37-6jezz4Eb_1yfCFXqY6BaCvTMpRW2pZW314Bqz4F3wR7yM7OhGTYm5SrfcDiWQl8hK9WBHhQT98gYpi8/s400/flandersnew.jpg" /></a></div>William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-16566290803264419082011-10-13T18:13:00.000-07:002011-10-13T18:14:36.633-07:00Moorlyn Terrace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw_n-iTYeFGCiFi98wXo6w9naMlFdHUhs8uTRB50Jg8smjVTcOZO0pvqODwcdlDgms4NFWr8ss6nwdSmPjnm181f0h3E-iNB2_39NElyUrmbyH-poEGp8j106ur3br9WZldQMP_iyp7o/s1600/Ocean_City_Moorlyn_ViewC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="256" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw_n-iTYeFGCiFi98wXo6w9naMlFdHUhs8uTRB50Jg8smjVTcOZO0pvqODwcdlDgms4NFWr8ss6nwdSmPjnm181f0h3E-iNB2_39NElyUrmbyH-poEGp8j106ur3br9WZldQMP_iyp7o/s400/Ocean_City_Moorlyn_ViewC.jpg" /></a></div><br />
These are the rooming houses on Ocean Avenue that were at the end of Moorlyn Terrace. The Ocean City Music Pier is on the boardwalk at Moorlyn Terrace, which is only two blocks long. <br />
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Kazmark's motel is to the left on the corner, across from the Post Office. <br />
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"Quicky," like my father, was a former Camden policeman who owned the house on the left with his wife. The two rooming houses on the right were connected together. <br />
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My house, 819 Wesley was just behind the these two houses. <br />
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All three were torn down in the early 1980s where a large condo unit was constructed off the ground, with the entire ground floor used for parking. (designed by my friend architect Jack Snyder). <br />
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The photo is taken from across the street and a little bit down Moorlyn Terrace where Browns guest house was located. It too consisted of two houses joined together by a porch.William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-2415123579456546832011-10-13T01:55:00.000-07:002011-10-13T01:55:04.694-07:00Models of "Flying Saucer"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoYQyMXc1zrI339CwMbpJ9Wb8prCHK83p824EFAEWG3vKo7RkrovZXGt8i6yIh75aRz0366CQOBa-Vr7TuevUZIfD7qtylis-A01QyH2yySr1ex8swzyTXmNJM08CFxLLWaeq7yycY3k/s1600/Model.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoYQyMXc1zrI339CwMbpJ9Wb8prCHK83p824EFAEWG3vKo7RkrovZXGt8i6yIh75aRz0366CQOBa-Vr7TuevUZIfD7qtylis-A01QyH2yySr1ex8swzyTXmNJM08CFxLLWaeq7yycY3k/s400/Model.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Model of "Flying Saucer" by Mike. (More info to come on this) <br />
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Plastic Mold Model of "Flying Saucer"<br />
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margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="362" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOffdMqNpFR1H3arp3YQGAuvpnL-x3H-jNV03Xtkv0iqnF3tCWEoSPZGHjcaKcl35VhdlJqygj7gxwZhKeWORH4r33wZbq9uxrA6wkJtQt2t_FKztEaoh4UmpFLf0KMtyFYsPCrYwdZPI/s400/45470809_scaled_512x463.jpg" /></a></div>William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-65069256208009782582011-10-13T01:26:00.003-07:002011-10-13T01:26:58.106-07:00Chris Montagne's "Flying Saucer"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJwWhelxfBclrdJxWhVLggM4U5Mn-arl_Exx7t26JOYoZOlCqSDSZZjfjVBfBm4aZMbDQ3PY-_uX5or9Qz9udoiiRvTEWFPWJxtepvAKzHKufHQmcZO0ox36ui4fXsf-sZKxcwsEMm3yw/s1600/1950%2527s+flying+Saucer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="255" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJwWhelxfBclrdJxWhVLggM4U5Mn-arl_Exx7t26JOYoZOlCqSDSZZjfjVBfBm4aZMbDQ3PY-_uX5or9Qz9udoiiRvTEWFPWJxtepvAKzHKufHQmcZO0ox36ui4fXsf-sZKxcwsEMm3yw/s400/1950%2527s+flying+Saucer.jpg" /></a></div>William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-79322450429476997112011-10-13T01:26:00.001-07:002011-10-13T01:26:03.598-07:00Passengers Pack into "Flying Saucer"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Chris Montagne converted the old WWII era PT Boat into an Ocean City NJ tourist ride.William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-61135608872311517742011-09-07T21:23:00.000-07:002011-09-07T21:23:04.325-07:00Val Shively, Fred Prinz and James Dean<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJ4Ri2l88R167Ton93N2OXsPgPnzrouM-iyXb-_4mMYmezTHcL1kI4si-k8KnrajaTvUdIlVF9bUH21RgmlpNfh916eteBI3SJLNGCVYPCs8Dtd0dYkfDW-874u2goj6TFJMcslIBtGM/s1600/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="242" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJ4Ri2l88R167Ton93N2OXsPgPnzrouM-iyXb-_4mMYmezTHcL1kI4si-k8KnrajaTvUdIlVF9bUH21RgmlpNfh916eteBI3SJLNGCVYPCs8Dtd0dYkfDW-874u2goj6TFJMcslIBtGM/s400/IMG.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Val Shively, who owns one of the biggest collections of Rock & Roll records on the planet, Fred Prinz of Ocean City, and friend.William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-4512452054349809812011-09-07T19:50:00.005-07:002011-09-07T19:50:58.957-07:00Mack & Manco Pizza<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUWI7rZhwyh7lZlHrpAlF0qKAHrOPB2MT0yKfr3hpjZyf_lhVWJEv98wpuHkUzus07d_mx_BQQgyRsIGwuxvBt0WFUQbJL90QIc2sqqpZGpode7Ydv10yeOR_CR_Ab6KiL0Ze3UZ9RGc/s1600/Ocean%252520City%252520-%252520Best%252520Pizza%252520small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="150" width="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUWI7rZhwyh7lZlHrpAlF0qKAHrOPB2MT0yKfr3hpjZyf_lhVWJEv98wpuHkUzus07d_mx_BQQgyRsIGwuxvBt0WFUQbJL90QIc2sqqpZGpode7Ydv10yeOR_CR_Ab6KiL0Ze3UZ9RGc/s400/Ocean%252520City%252520-%252520Best%252520Pizza%252520small.jpg" /></a></div>William Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891936236810260349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652472438070001162.post-48839895802971826212011-09-07T19:49:00.001-07:002011-10-06T00:58:17.754-07:00Sam McDowell of the Boardwalk Smuggler's Shop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBPkLY9Ou8_rsL-8Dgg8yh84yCfT8-QDfwy4FCiV99n5B1r1ST-5J_HAt_Y9Kev9Pb596IqKJ6KNB-rA0tIOM4TQeGy9xGTb-SN7bhG0-vr6aQUETZgJnjfDhmFwMKYL3rxk6gPPjkKU/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBPkLY9Ou8_rsL-8Dgg8yh84yCfT8-QDfwy4FCiV99n5B1r1ST-5J_HAt_Y9Kev9Pb596IqKJ6KNB-rA0tIOM4TQeGy9xGTb-SN7bhG0-vr6aQUETZgJnjfDhmFwMKYL3rxk6gPPjkKU/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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