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Subject: Re: canarsie hardware

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Walter Del Pellegrino

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Date Posted: 06:10:36 04/25/06 Tue
In reply to: phyllis 's message, "canarsie hardware" on 13:13:13 04/05/06 Wed

I loved that hardware store. I was born in Canarsie in 1948 and my family lived there since the early 1930's. The store had an atmosphere and a setting taken right out of a Norman Rockwell painting. As a child growing up I would accompany my father on trips to the store. Not only was it filled with all sort of wonderous bright and shiny things that a child's mind couldn't understand, it was filled with every gadget ever conceived on earth. As a adult entering the store I found myself amazed at both the knowledge and patience of your uncle and cousin. Ask them a question or ask them to help solve a problem and they always, and I mean always, had an answer to the question or a great solution for the problem. It always amazed me how patient they were with their customers. A woman would walk into the store all upset,flustered and babbling about needing a thingamabob that she had to have but she didin't know what a thingamabob was, what it looked like, or how to use one. With patience and a vast storehouse of knowledge they would eventually decipher what the customer needed and, of course, they would have one in stock. These customer's always walked out of the door with a smile on their face. I think it made your uncle and cousin happier to satisfy the customer than to simply make a sale. They would take as much time with a customer spending a dollar as they would with a customer spending a hundred dollars. Those were the days when being a Canarsien meant neighborhood sharing and neighborhood pride. You should be proud of your family, Phyllis. They were wonderful, honest, businessmen with good hearts. That is a rare and dying breed.
Walter

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