Greetings, Groucutts!
Hope this issue finds you well. We'd like to dedicate this issue to the following family members, who will all be sent a copy, care of Saint Peter, Pearly Gates General Delivery 👼
Noah and Kathleen Groucutt
Dorothy and Bob Schell, Baby John Schell, Mary Kay Martz, Phil Martz, Patty and Jim Koenig, Jimmy Schell, Brian Schell
Ruth and Joe Callahan
Virginia and John Naples, Pamela Naples
Kathleen and Bob Sullivan, Bill Sullivan, Mary Ann and Frank Kinney, Bobby Sullivan
Jean and Chuck Lowry, Michael George Lowry, Margaret Lowry, Greg Lowry, Mickey Vath, Mike McCaffrey
Barbara and Dave Roberts, Baby Mary Beth Roberts, Pat Roberts
Dick Groucutt, Elizabeth Groucutt
We love and miss you all!
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| Seated, Dorothy Schell, Ruth Callahan, Virginia Naples, Kathleen Sullivan Standing, Jean Lowry, Dick Groucutt, Barbara Roberts |
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Memory Musings
But first some photos
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| Tommy Schell |
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| Jimmy Schell and Davey Roberts at 81 Saranac, circa 1956 |
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| Tommy Schell in the driveway of the Schell home, 1952 |
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| Left to right, Wendy Martz, Kathleen Schell, Becky Schell holding Cindy Martz |
MY NAME IS TOM SCHELL AND I WAS BORN ON THURSDAY JULY 15,1943 AT 6:32PM IN NORTH SIDE HOSPITAL YOUNGSTOWN, OHIO. MY MOTHER, DOROTHY CATHERINE GROUCUTT SCHELL WAS 28 YEARS OLD WHEN I WAS BORN. MY FATHER ROBERT SAUNDERS SCHELL WAS 29 YEARS OLD. WE LIVED AT 150 CHARLES AVE IN BOARDMAN, OHIO AT THE TIME.
I WAS THE
3RD CHILD AFTER MARY KAY SCHELL BORN THURSDAY 6-17-1937 AND ROBERT EDWARD
SCHELL BORN FRIDAY 4-21-1939.
I WAS BAPTISED
IN ST CHARLES ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH IN BOARDMAN AND MY GODPARENTS WERE MY
AUNT VIRGINIA GROUCUT NAPLES AND UNCLE JOHN R NAPLES. AUNT VIRGINIA WAS MY
MOTHER'S SISTER.
ON MONDAY
8-14-1944 MY SISTER PATRICIA ANN SCHELL WAS BORN ALSO IN NORTH SIDE
HOSPITAL.
IN 1947 MY
FAMILY PURCHASED A HOME AT 81 SARANAC AVE ON THE NORTH SIDE OF YOUNGSTOWN.
I REMEMBER MY
MOTHER WALKED ME TO MCKINLEY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL ON KENSINGTON AVE ON MY FIRST DAY OF KINDERGARTEN, AND
INTRODUCED ME TO MY TEACHER NAMED MRS. BROWN. FROM THAT
DAY FORWARD I WALKED ALONE, TO AND FROM MCKINLEY SCHOOL ALL
THROUGH KNDERGARDEN. IT WAS APPROXIMATELY HALF MILE FROM OUR HOME
ON SARANAC TO THE SCHOOL WHICH WAS THE CORNER OF BISSELL
AND KENSINGTON AVE.
I REMEMBER WE
HAD A BLACK DOG NAMED BLACKIE (LATER WE WOULD HAVE A WHITE DOG NAMED
WHITEY) MY FATHER ALWAYS HAD FUN NAMES FOR OUR DOGS. ONE
DAY OUR BLACK DOG LEFT OUR BACKYARD ON SARANAC AND RAN TO KENSINGTON.
A NEIGHBOR, EDDIE ANDERSON, WHO LIVED ON KENSINGTON AND ALWAYS
WAS SPEEDING IN HIS CAR, RAN OVER OUR DOG AND KILLED IT. I
REMEMBER CRYING ALONG WITH MY TWO SISTERS AND BROTHER AND OUR FATHER
WENT DOWN AND
PICKED HIM UP AND BROUGHT HIM HOME AND WE BURIED BLACKIE IN OUR BACK YARD.
ON TUESDAY
NOVEMBER 28,1950 WE HAD A HUGE SNOW STORM AND ALL ROADS WERE MOSTLY
IMPASSABLE. AS A RESULT MY MOTHER WAS TAKEN BY SLED TO A WAITING AMBULANCE
ON KENSINGTON FOR HER TRIP TO ST. ELIZABETH HOSPITAL TO DELIVER OUR NEW
BABY BROTHER JAMES MICHAEL SCHELL. BY THIS TIME WE ALSO HAD A NEW DOG NAMED
WHITEY.
JIMMY SCHELL WAS
A JOVIAL AND FUNNY PERSON AND I WOULD OFTEN TEASE HIM SAYING JIMMY,YOU ARE
MESSED UP AND I THINK BECAUSE UNCLE DAVE AND UNCLE CHUCK HIT TOO
MANY BUMPS WHILE TAKING MOM FOR YOUR DELIVERY. LOL
DURING THIS PERIOD OF TIME I REMEMBER MANY NEIGHBORS WOULD ASSEMBLE EVERY OTHER FRIDAY AT EACH OTHERS' HOMES AND WE WOULD RECITE THE ROSARY. I CAN STILL TO THIS DAY HEAR MY MOTHERS VOICE BEHIND ME PRAYING THE ROSARY, PRIMARILY AT THE DIANA RESIDENCE DOWN THE STREET AT 54 SARANAC. WE HAD SEVERAL PROTESTANTS AND ALSO TWO JEWISH FAMILIES WHO ATTENDED OUR RECITATION OF THE HOLY ROSARY.
ALSO ON FRIDAYS DAD WOULD SEND US
KIDS TO THE ELM BEVERAGE SHOP 1620 ELM ST WHICH WAS AT THE TOP OF SARANAC.
WE WOULD PURCHASE POP AND POTATO CHIPS, AND DAD WOULD ALSO POP POPCORN ON
THE GAS STOVE AND WE KNEW IT WAS ABOUT TIME WHEN WE HEARD THE
POPPING SLOW DOWN LOL. WE WOULD THEN ASSEMBLE IN OUR LIVING ROOM AND
MY MOTHER WOULD PLAY THE PIANO AND MY FATHER THE HARMONICA AND WE HAD
A WONDERFUL FAMILY EVENING.
AN ELDERLY COUPLE NAMED MR AND MRS HAMILTON LIVED AT THE TOP OF OUR STREET SARANAC AND CORNER OF ELM ST. I OFTEN SHOVELED THEIR SNOW FOR THEM AND IF THERE WAS THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF SNOW MR. HAMILTON WOULD CALL OUR HOUSE (RI 71279) AT 5AM ASKING MOM TO HAVE ME CLEAR THE SNOW FROM THEIR SIDEWALKS ON BOTH ELM AND SARANAC SINCE THEY LIVED ON THE CORNER. AS A RESULT MOM WOULD THEN COME UPSTAIRS AND WAKE ME FOR MY WALK UP THE STREET TO SHOVEL THE SNOW THEN ONTO SCHOOL AT ST. EDWARD ELEMENTARY, ON THE CORNER OF OHIO AND BENITA AVES. THIS COUPLE WAS IMPRESSED WITH MY WORK AND RECOMMENDED ME TO MR EDWARD ULRICH AT 1621 ELM ST. HE OWNED AN ANTIQUE AND JEWELRY STORE. AFTER A WHILE HE SAID TO ME, "TOMMY, YOU HAVE SUCH A PLEASANT DISPOSITION. I WOULD LIKE FOR YOU TO BE THE GREETER FOR MY CUSTOMERS."
SO I THEN STAYED IN HIS BUSINESS AFTER SCHOOL AND THIS IS WHERE I LEARNED SO MUCH ABOUT ANTIQUES THAT I HAVE BOUGHT AND SOLD ANTIQUES TO THIS VERY DAY. MR ULRICH WAS VERY GOOD TO ME AS HE WOULD OFTEN TAKE ME TO GENEVA ON THE LAKE WHEN HE WOULD GO FOR A CONVENTION OF JEWLERS. ONE DAY HE PURCHASED FOR ME A CUSHMAN MOTOR SCOOTER THAT WAS NORMALLY RENTED AT THE LAKE. HARD TO BELIEVE BUT MY FRIEND BILLY AGNONE WHO LIVED ON THORNTON AVE BELOW COSTAS GROCERY STORE WAS WITH ME AND WE DROVE THAT DAMN SCOOTER FROM GENEVA ON THE LAKE BACK HOME TO YOUNGSTOWN.
(More from Tom in our next issue.)
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My mother Barbara, known to many as Babs, once told me about a disagreement she had with her parents, Mother and Daddy Groke, over one of their household rules. At the time, she was a student at Ursuline High School and wanted to attend an after-school activity, maybe a dance or a sporting event. The Groucutts lived on Ford Avenue and, therefore, were within walking distance to Ursuline. Since my grandparents never owned a car, they either walked places or relied on public transportation or friends for rides when necessary.
Mom was given permission to attend this event with the understanding that my grandparents would meet her at UHS after and walk her home. Babs was pleased to have been given permission to attend the event and looked forward to spending the extra time with her friends.
When the activity concluded, Mother & Daddy Groke showed up as planned, prepared to walk their youngest daughter home. My mom wanted to remain with her friends but was reminded of their agreement.
Mom admitted she reluctantly left, but walked AHEAD of them for the trip home. By the time the three arrived home, Daddy Groke didn’t raise his voice or deliver a long lecture. Instead, he spoke quietly, but firmly, telling her how DISAPPOINTED they were that she had shown such disrespect to them by walking ahead of them, instead alongside them.
It was a surprising story,
as I had rarely heard about conflicts in the Groucutt household, other than the usual ones involving 6 sisters arguing over clothes, doing chores and trying to scrounge up enough money for bus fare. That story made me realize that my grandparents, along with their six daughters and son, didn’t always lead such a peaceful and ideal existence!
My mother‘s remorse, so many years later, really touched me. Her admission of regret showed me so much about my mom’s character. Her honesty and humility, along with her courage and faith, have been evident to me throughout my life.
That story reminded me that even in loving families, people make mistakes, but conflict can bring us closer. (It also reminded me that you never really know what’s going on in someone else’s house!)
The Roberts kids, then and Now
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| Front row, Tommy, Barbie, and Pat Back row, Kathy, Davey and Michael |
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| From left, Davey, Kathy, Tom, Barb, Michael |
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Congratulations and Best Wishes, Tom Roberts!
(Excerpt from Tom's retirement event program in Las Vegas on May 23)
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Always joyful to read old and new updates on our family. Especially love looking at the pictures. A sincere thank you to GiGi, Susie and Kay. Great work ladies.❤️
ReplyDeleteThanks for your feedback, Chris!
DeleteThanks for doing this! The pictures are delightful and the stories are priceless. I look forward to the next post...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joe!
DeleteWhat a great first issue!!! Awesome job ladies and thanks for all your hard work.
ReplyDeleteHow fun to look back at these pictures and stories. Keep them coming and hope to add to it after some digging around. Great job
ReplyDeleteWOW Gigi, what an undertaking you have. I can truly appreciate the work you have and continue to have in creating something ALL of us descendents can learn and appreciate From whence we came. I look forward to receiving these great pieces of history in the future. Thank you so much and Thanks to all my cousins for your contributions
DeleteThe above is from Tom Schell. Why am I being shown as anonymous?
DeleteReading Barb Tyndalls story about her Mom and Daddy and Mother Groke reminded me of what my own mother Dorothy often told us. Her father, Daddy Groke Never raised his voice to her or her siblings. She said that Daddy would just look at them and say I am Disappointed and Mom said the shame came over her and her siblings as they did NOT want to upset Daddy Groke. I have always maintained that Daddy Groke was a Gentleman AND a Gentle Man at all times.
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