Frisco Pizza
6 December 2011
Did you know the Elwood City area used to have a pizza shop? Okay, so we still have one or two, however, do you remember Frisco Pizza in the Franklin Plaza? Here is a picture from the Ellwood City Ledger showing the owner Ed Kingston pilling on the toppings. Frisco Pizza differentiated itself from the other various pizza shops in town as they delivered.
Pizza from Johnny’s Pizza, I remember. Frisco’s memories are limited to the Frisco bridge and a truck wrecking a house at the bridgehead. It “T-boned” the house.
Is it a figment of my imagination or was pizza sold from some home kitchens? In 1968 I was home on leave from the Army for Christmas and my parents lived on Franklin Avenue. I have this vague recollection of buying pizza from the back door of a private residence, not a pizza shop. Does anyone recall this possibility?
Dave I believe that you are recalling Cambio’s Pizza on Wampum Avenue near the intersection of Line Avenue. I graduated with “Mucca” (sp) Cambio. He and his mother opened the pizza shop on the converted closed-in front porch of their house that faced Wampum Avenue. Actually one of my last meals prior to leaving for the Army was there and I believe that I sat with Jim Hardie (if he remembers me) in November 1965.
Much earlier another member of the Cambio family opened D & D Pizza (late 50′s) and they also had a shop in the Frisco area.
I have traveled extensively in my career and to this day I have never had better Sicilian-style pizza.
Hank, was Cambio’s also referred to as Anna’s? I remember a place like you described almost where Wampum Ave. and Line Ave. intersect, but I just knew it as Anna’s. Best sausage sandwiches ever.
I also remember a D&D’s on Todd Ave. near from Straw’s Bakery, but on the other side of the street. I think that Greg Ferrese lived nearby.
Carol, you are correct with all that you mentioned especially the sausage sandwiches!
Hank. In the cobwebs of my mind I do remember seeing you that night and ironically I met with Dave Larson and Kenny Brown at a restaurant in New Castle before he left for the service or overseas.
We were always running into North siders at D and D and Anna’s. Many a good story was told in the room that was originally the front porch that served as the dinning area. The kichen area was in the front room of the house. The connection with Anna and D and D was a Mrs. Scialdone From Hazel Ave. They were sisters. I think?????
They had a family recipe for the breading on their fish that was the best ever. I loved D and D. Mrs. Scialdone’s daughtewr and husband were part of the ownership. If I remember right he was called Dungeon and she was Dolly. All were nice people. Anyone who remembers or knows if my recollections are right please add you comments, I’m getting old you know.
Hank and Dave- I remember other people who talked about getting Pizza from a house on Division or Franklin in earlier posts. They all had fond memories of that place.
The one on Franklin was Mae’s. She had a pizza shop on what had been the front porch.
Frisco Pizza later was taken over by someone else and was renamed Pizza King. Later Pizza King moved to Second St and now it’s Ronaldo’s.
Anna and Clarence (Sr.) Cambio opened Anna’s in the Fall of 1963 as I remember, as Coca-Cola released Tab that same year. It rapidly became a Friday night hang for folks from all over town. They made the best fish sandwiches I have ever had, and I have searched everywhere I have traveled over the years for a comparable product. Clarence (Jr.) or ‘Mucca Joe’ as he was known, was always around and was a fun guy. Every time I return to EC I always drive by the light green house on Wampum Avenue and remember all the good times we had there.
Hank…Army in ’65…meaning if you knew Jim Hardie 1964 would be your high school graduation year. Your last name rings a bell from the North Side. I think we could have been in elementary school together. I get no visual image, but remember an impression of you being a serious, stalwart person.
Jim says he’s getting old. It’s a condition that’s going around. Hank, Kenny Brown must have gone into the Army the same time as you…he was discharged and home working in the tube mill at the time I went in, 1 Dec 1968.
Sharon, thanks for the Mae’s memory. Good to know there’s something to my vague recollection.
Scott, remembering the Tab introduction gets you a seat in the soft drink Hall of Fame. Fast-forward to 1981. I am wondering why anyone drinks it, but if I did not fill the shelf when it ran out, I’d have a store manager and a few of the neighborhood Tab addicts bushwack me in the beverage aisle.
Dave….I graduated in ’63. When we were in grade school I used to “hang-out” with Bob Latiano and spent considerable time around his family’s home. I lived on the 600 block of Hazel Avenue near the Snares and Romella’s (sp). I know Jim Hardie because, it seems, that most North Siders knew most North Siders!
I remember you as well. Your photo on the veterans’ page stimulated my recall.
BTW, Anna’s did in fact make the best fish sandwich on the planet. I sure wish I could duplicate the pizza and the entire menu!
There was Maes pizza on Franklin Ave. But does anyone remeber, Fallabella,s pizza (not sure how to spell the name) a woman sold pizza out of her basement kitchen on, I belive, Division Ave. back in the 1960′s It was great pizza. We used to get it during Lent, because it had no meat on it,just sauce and grated parm. cheese.
D.J., the timeframe of my pizza memory was the 1968-69 holiday period. I do not remember the names mentioned above, only the unique fact that it was great pizza out of someone’s home. You mention “just sauce and grated parm. cheese” and that in itself brings back strong memories. Those to me are the original toppings, with any other cheese being an “add on” item.
Hank, I remember the Snares well. Bobby Romella was the North Side Elementary School pick-up football quarterback! Bobby Latiano was my good “older” friend. You mention “hanging out” around his family’s home. His house sat back off Hazel Avenue. If you stood on the front porch and looked out towards the street, to the left was a small house. It was the home of my family when I was born in 1946. From there we moved to Cresent Avenue. That’s how I came to know Eddie and John Fosnaught. Then we moved out to the country club where my dad built a house on property that was once the Boyd farm. Then we moved back to Hazel Avenue. I took the bus to BVM; was friends then with Bill Bresnahan. Fell asleep on the bus a couple of times and wound up back at BVM. My dad would have to come get me. My parents then transferred me to North Side Elementary School in the middle of 3rd grade. That’s how I came to know Jim Hardie, who can even tell you how the classrooms looked at the old school! Jim, Kenny Brown and I were pals.
One more memory, Hank. Bridge Street. Played basketball at its intersection with Hazel Avenue; wooden street light pole with a basket hoop, no net on it; Bobby Latiano was the star player. There was a deep ditch along Bridge Street that we’d float home-made/hand-made simple flat wooden boats on down the ditch when it rained. For some reason I remember putting “cherry bomb” firecrackers in those white Pond’s cold cream jars and blowing them up in the same ditch.
What’s the significance of these memories? How many kids could you find today playing in a muddy ditch all day? Draws on your creativity. Fun, growing up on the North Side was pure fun.
Hey, Dave Larson, I don’t know what this has to do with Frisco Pizza but you brought some of my memories back. I was about 7 years older than you and your friends, and lived on Bridge St between Hazel and Line. We played kick the can all the time at the corner of Hazel/Bridge but I don’t remember any basket. We went up to the outside court at the school. You might not be aware that Bridge St was not paved until the late 40′s. We used to play softball and wiffle ball on the dirt street in front of my house. From Bridge St we had the Franz’s(Don-Grump and Dick), the Davies (Tom, MaryAlice, Roberta, and Carol), My sister Connie and me, Dick Pertile who lived on the corner of Bridge and Line. From Hazel we had Bill Kaldy, Judy Hazwell, and Pete Bird. From a house over on Line, we had the Carsale’s (Jack, Don, RoseMarie, Lucy Ann, and Eugene). We would get mad any time a car came along to interupt our games. Did you know any of these people?
Bob Mallary and Bridge Street has nothing to do with pizza and everything to do with Ellwood City history. Franz, that name rings a bell. Was Mrs. Franz a teacher at North Side Elementary? Seven years older than me puts you back in ancient times with my sister Betty Ann, Lincoln High class of 1957. Was there a Skip Hazwell? Remember how Bridge Street ran North up to where St. Agatha built a school later in the 1960′s? When I lived at 428 Hazel Avenue there was only woods and fields up there. I could be gone all day, playing in those woods building “cabins” and not come home until the street lights came on…not to worry, as it was a safe as could be. Line Avenue: I remember some sort of Western Auto type store that was the only store between Firestone and the bottom of Derby Hill. Somewhere in that Bridge Street/Line Avenue area was a telephone building where my cousin Jimmy Auble drove a telephone service truck. Picture you trying to be cool in the days of white socks chasing poodle skirts while I cruised those streets in my Shelby fat tire bicycle. Wishing you good health and many more good memories, Bob Mallary.
Dave Larson – Yes, Stella Franz taught at NSE, and was the mother of Grump and Dick. Her maiden name was Marshall and I believe they owned most of the houses on Bridge St between Hazel and Line. The Marshalls lived at the corner of Bridge and Hazel, the Franz’s one house down. The Franz’s also had a girl more your age, I believe her name was Barbara. I don’t remember any Skip Hazwell and have no idea where St Agatha was built since I left EC in 1960. Don’t remember your sister , but I was in the 1956 class. I remember the telephone building being on Bridge between Line And Wampum Aves. I do remember Bobby Latiano and their house that sat back a ways on Hazel. Great memories and Merry Christmas.
I vaguely remember Skip Haswell – a bit of a rebel, I believe, good-looking, hang out after school by pool hall by Willie’s on 5th street.
I remember Skip he was in severl of my classes I think he was class of 1964
Lloyd “Skip” Haswell was in deed a member of the class of 64. He served as a class officer . I think in our jr. year. He played football through his jr. year and after his graduation served as a marine in Vietnam. He was and will always be a friend. After his service he joined the Beaver Falls Police Dept rising to the position of Chief. After his retirement he served with the Beaver County Coroners Office
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A couple more thoughts come to mind, reading Bob Mallary’s comments again. Bob says he left Ellwood City in 1960. I left in 1959. Let’s let that serve as evidence of how strong the influence of growing up in that wonderful neighborhood was on a kid. Life-time impact. Basketball story is evidence.
St. Agatha school was built on the East side of Bridge St., above Orchard Avenue, on a flat plateau at the foot of an incline running East-West below the ridgeline. I just looked on MapQuest. The building stills stands, breaking Hazen Ave. to the East and West. The trees I built cabins in are still there. Significance: My dad said I had to stop going on other people’s property and hacking down small trees. I ran away from home to show I disagreed!
I will gloss over the details to make a point on the basketball hoop on a light pole on the corner of Hazel Ave. and Bridge St. Again, repeating that it had no net, and the timeframe would have been the late 1950′s. We were playing ball, using the basketball of a kid who lived up on Orchard Ave. The street lights hadn’t even come on yet, the game wasn’t over, and the pilgrim from Orchard Ave. took his ball home. I got the bright idea of going up and seeing the kid and asking if we could borrow his ball to finish the game. I remember having a “back up” come along with me. Knocked on the door, the kid said “no,” we had words, it got ugly, and me and the back up left for the sanctuary of our neighborhood. I am one of the worst athletes on the planet, so when a group of guys lets me play ball with them, I’d go the extra mile to finish the game.
At this time I’d like to thank Jim Hardie. He gave me a “heads up” one time and suggested not naming names in story-telling in case it could have unintended consequences. Jim is a stellar individual.
Merry Christmas!
Wow, Dave, you left EC in ’59 and Bob and I left EC in ’60.
And the 3 of us are still so connected to EC. Everyone here tells me that I left EC, but EC didn’t leave me. I have so many of the EC village pieces, the map of EC and the art work of Young’s drugstore and Isaly’s hanging in my dining room. I loved “that” Ellwood of the 50′s. I also have a dancde teacher at my studio from New Castle.
A brief comment on ‘Frisco Pizza’:
The pizza shop mentioned in posts by Jim Hardie and Sharon Tritt above,which was located on Franklin Avenue could have belonged to the Barbati family – I understand they converted their front porch just as Cambio’s did on the North Side.
A more lengthy comment on St. Agatha’s School:
In the early 1960′s the field north of Orchard Avenue bounded by Bridge Street on the west and the residential area of Hazen Avenue on the east was almost flat where it bordered the alley to the south, and sloped gently up to the treeline at its northern limit. At the treeline. a path led up the steep hill to I forget where, but we went there sometimes anyway just for drill. The steep path and gradual downhill slope made a pretty decent sled run in winter. In other seasons that field was the baseball diamond and football field for the Eastern North Siders (we six or eight who hung out together), and we greatly enjoyed it until the earth moving equipment came in and created the plateau on which the ex-school now sits.
Fortunately for us, south of the school parking lot was an expanse of grass which served as the new football field (especially the sod strips on each end, and with the proximity of all that glass, we played wiffle ball on the asphalt drive instead of baseball.
What memories you guys have. I had forgot about my favorite field in the early 50′s. We called it Peach Orchard, did anyone else ever hear it called that name? I was there most days after school and weekends in football season when I was 8 -13. I believe it must be the same field you guys are discussing, and where the school was built. A long time ago!
R. Scott Mackey and the “East North Siders”…can’t believe you all had a name for your team! I remember that path, now that you mention it. Narrow path up through the trees. I think the reason it was used for sleding is the path poured out onto the field at the bottom. Versus North Street hill, by the school, which if you didn’t have a lookout, dropped you into the traffic pattern at the Hazel Avenue intersection.
Sending out this inquiry to all “North Siders” who frequented the hills above Smiley Street, where Hazel dead-ended into it. Anyone remember “Limestone Rock?” There was a stream that ran down from the hill, on the East side of Smiley Street. Follow the stream uphill and there was a limestone outcropping, with a pipe someone fitted into the rock to catch water coming out of the limestone. We drank that water. Clean and clear it was, and there was a grass patch down along that stream where the land flatted out.
Linda’s got memoriabilia, I got the memory of that patch of grass. We used to lay on it and take a nap. Grass like golf course grass…I sill use it to lull myself to sleep.
Bob…Peach Orchard…that has a familarlty to it. Where I lived, we were less than a half block from North Side Elementary. So any sports activities happened at the NSE playground.
Linda…one last recall…Isaly’s! Everyone who reads this web-site must remember “chipped ham” from Isaly’s. Here in Virginia when you ask for lunch meat “sliced thin” you get that “I got carpel tunnel syndrome” look. Isaly’s was a main stay source of anything dairy and lunch meat now only found in the Boar’s Head brand name.
Dave, I don’t remember eating anything from Isaly’s except ice cream. Maybe I did, I don’t remember. I do remember when they came out with the “Skyscraper” ice cream cone. that was so exciting. I tell my grandchildren about Islay’s and Pee Wee’s because they see the village houses.
I still eat Klondike ice cream bars.
I remember that Limestone Rock. I lived on the Ewing Park side of the Creek. We called it Johston Run . We would hike up to Limestone and drink that cool refreshing water. We also would sled ride across the creek from Limestone (see best sledriding spots in Ellwood) Getting back to Pizza. Mae’s was owed by Phyllis Perrone’s grandmother. We would buy pizza there when I was a kid. Later when I was in high school, I would walk over to Cambio’s Pizza on Wampum Ave to get pizza for our family. Mucka Joe and I were friends of sorts. He lived on the North Side of Johnston Run and I lived on the Ewing Park side. You could see his house from my front yard. While we played basketball and shot pool in Bell’s Basement we were never really freinds until we played on the same baseball team in 1959. That was the Steelworkers and we won the league championship with help from north siders; Bobby Latiano, Muzzy Galvin, Paul Latchaw, Dave Pistachio and Charlie Maggi. We also had Bobby Paholski and Bill Haydo from the Park and Frankie Deck and Dave Macastlin from Frisco. It was great team. Coached by Hooks Lagana and Charlie Maggi.
I remember going on a nature hike from the North Side Elementary to that stream. I am pretty sure Mrs. Franz (5th grade teacher) took our class. It was so beautiful that I went back to see it again. Molly West lived in that area so I biked over from my house on Gregg Street (between Clover and Wampum Aves.) and we walked along the stream and looked for the plants and flowers that Mrs. Franz had identified.
Linda, the Skyscraper cone was a BIG deal. I remember it well. I used to get one made with rainbow ice cream. The ice cream didn’t have much of a flavor, but the colors were so nice.
Dave, the Isaly’s chipped ham is (supposedly) still sold at some markets in western PA, but it just isn’t the same. Our family liked it in sandwiches either plain or cooked with my mother’s home made barbeque sauce.
I always stopped by Isaly’s either before or after a matinee at the Majestic theater.
Yeah, Carole…barbeque sauce on that chipped ham! Wow, what a memory that brings back. Mom’s way of having the same thing for dinner again, only serving it up different.
I am so glad you and Phillip remember limestone rock. Phillip Morris. Remember the advertisement, the bell boy with the box hat walking through the hotel lobby shouting “call for Phillip Morris.” To do it right, you have to draw out the pronounciation of the first and last name. Famous cigarette ad!
Molly West…short, and a nice Shirley Temple type happy person. Carole, you “biked over” from your house! Now that to me is significant. My two daughters grew up in a later time (Adam Walsh alerts) when you couldn’t let the kids out of your sight. Ellwood City memories for me are always good memories.
Pem, Dave and Carole… I too, remember the nature walk in grade school. It was the first time for me to go to the legendary “Limestone Springs”. That is what I remember it being called along with stories of an Indian trail that crossed near the location and that it was used by them. I don’t know if it is true but it is possible
Pem.. Do you remember the Sr. High talent contest that was won by a group of Senior boys comprised of Milton Anderson, Kip Jones and let’s see …. oh yes, Phillip Morris. That group sang some songs in the style of the Kingston Trio and did a great job. I was cleaning out some old newspaper articles after my Mother’s death and ran into a picture of the group and the Master of Ceremonies for the contest…. me. good memories!!
What fun revisiting our early years in Ellwood City! My Mom fried Isaly’s chipped ham in a skillet and called it “frizzled ham.” Karen Pavick and I used to bike ride out Line Avenue into the country – what an idyllic setting. Merry Christmas to everyone.
Jim: I certainly remember the talent show my senior year. Milt and Kip and I had all gotten guitars for Christmas and Milt had purchased a banjo. We hadn’t been playing very long when we decided to give the talent show a try. We went to Kip’s house on Jefferson Ave to practice and after a run through of a couple of songs we recorded Three Jolly Coachmen on a reel to reel recorder. Damn, it sounded pretty good, much better than any of us thought it would. That locked the deal and we entered the contest and won. To be honest I don’t remember you being the master of ceremonies, but it would stand to reason since the show was sponsored by the Student Government and I believe you were the president of that organization. Every time I see Kip he whips out a picture of the three of us singing and Milt came down and stayed a few days with us at Virginia Beach last summer. Good times in Ellwood.
Hey Dave, good to hear from you!
The name ‘East’ Noth Siders is a fiction of my invention and was never used in conversation, to my knowledge, as the eight of us knew to which group we belonged. the ‘East’ modifier separated us from the ‘West’ North Siders (Scrima, Matrangol, Landers, Bleakney et.al) and additionally from the ‘Southwest’ North Siders (Molnar, Kennedy, Pavick, McClintock et.al.)
The late forties ‘baby boom’ certainly affected all of the various neighborhoods in Ellwood City, and we on the North Side were blessed to have so many good friends within easy walking distance.
Merry Christmas to All, and to All, A Good Night!
Linda a thought just went through my mind I washed your Dads car a few times If you all had a 57 or 58 Caddy coupe deville (2 door) I can remember getting the keys and taking that big car to my house washed and detailed it all for 1.00
I dont think I even had a driver lic. at the time oh well Merry Christmas to all and a wonderful 2012 coming up …….auctiondj@yahoo.com
Danny John, Thank you for your thoughts about washing my Dad’s caddy. It made me laugh and tear up at the same time. That is so funny. Even in Hollywood (where my parents lived) they had to have their car washed every week. But I know it wasn’t a $1.00 and neither was the tip.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU THAT SHARE YOUR MEMEORIES FOR ALL US. I LOVE THIS WEB SITE!!! THANK YOU BEN TO DOING THIS FOR US.
Linda, Danny…my daughter lives in Glendale, California. I was out there a couple of weeks ago. On Tuesdays at the car wash a hand wash is $9.99. That’s cheap.
I can envision the type of detail work Danny would have done. I had a friend at Coke in Tampa who detailed cars on the side. His rate was $100 dollars in 2007.
Scott, you may have known Smiley Street then, runing 90 degrees off Line Avenue at the bottom of “Derby Hill?” On Smiley Street there was an electrician who repaired electric trains on the side. My dad took my Lionel there for repairs.
Christmas eve was time to get the Lionel out of the attic, put it on the train and tree platform, tell your sister to stay away from it, and hope Santa Clauss brought you a new toy to add to the set up (instead of socks or underware).
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL and HAPPY NEW YEAR to BEN DAVIS!
Dave, I used to live in Glendale at E. Dryden and Brand Blvd. right off the 134 Freeway. There was a big car wash down past the huge shopping mall (now there 2 malls practially across from each other). The car wash always did a good job. Glendale used to be like EC; a small city. It’s between Burbank and downtown LA. They rolled the streets up at 5pm except for the mall and restuarants. I really enjoyed living there for a few years.
Dave, When I was about 13 I got a paper route that included Smiley Street. I took the paper to the fellow who worked on trains. He had a shop in his basement and sold model railroad “stuff”. Sometime while I was in Ellwood he stopped doing that and I remember he sold everything in the basement. This was long ago and I’m a little fuzzy on the specifics. His name may have been White. I do remember his wife was a very nice woman and they had a well maintained house and yard.
Linda, my daughter lives in a section of Glendale a short walk to a shopping district that is still “small town” America. I saw those malls…one has a 3-level Target store…with underground parking. But all the parking spots were filled! It rained while I was there and I saw that big cement fake river along the expressway come to life. L.A., ah “proved to much for the man…”
Jim, I am amazed by your memory. “Whitey” was the nickname of the guy on Smiley St. that your comment brought back to mind. My Lionel was working like a charm when I sold it and my Stevens 410 shotgun to KJB Jr.
I got a new Lionel “G” scale train for Christmas. It runs on batteries and has a remote control forward and reverse switch, with a whistle and bell ringing feature on it. I’m a “blast from the past” tooting it along as my wife, and daughter visiting from Glendale, sit and play games on their smart phones. My cell is always switched off and my memories are always switched on!
Happy New Year to all who refuse to grow up and believe in Santa Clauss!
Dave,
Like Jim Hardie (who was our Ledger carrier for a time), I also had an evening paper route delivering the Pittsburgh Press and the Sun-Telegram, which included all of Smiley Street from Anna Paglia’s neighborhood grocery and the defunct Wilson’s Dairy in the south all the way to the last house on the left (painted green, but the owner’s name escapes me), north of Hazen Avenue and across the street from the foot path which led to ‘the Run’, our name for the stream which came from the top of the hill and emptied into the Conoquenessing Creek. Although I had a lot of customers on Smiley Street over the years, unfortunately I never met anyone who repaired trains.
I was pleased to see during my last visit to EC in the Summer of 1995 that ‘the Run’ had transformed itself from a trickle to a torrent, and considerable vegetation was thriving on the banks of the stream.
I recognize that this submission is rather far afield from the ‘Frisco Pizza’ posting, but one follows the conversation, serpentine though it may be….
Scott, I only knew you by your first name and wasn’t sure if you were the boy I knew in the NS. I remember you and your family. Your house was across the street from Valvano’s store. Mrs. Valvano was a very nice person who had a large family, all but the youngest two girls Carol and Sandy were gone with families of their own when I had the paper route 1959 to Feb. 1964. I was a pest but had a good relationship with the family. It was my rest stop each day. I’m sure it was nice to go across the street for bread , milk or other needs rather than to go to the north street markets. The route that I had was all of Smiley as was yours. The two brothers in the very north house had a greenhouse at the time. Many of my friends lived on Hazel and Smiley and I always had a good time somewhere along the route running into them. It was fun. The Whites lived in a white 2 story home on the east side of Smiley, one house north of where it intersected with Orchard.The house immediately to the south was the Baldelli’s, Sp??? They were great people . Their son was a Secret Service agent in the Johnson/ Nixon White House. I believe he may have been an EC policeman for a short while. Your right we are off the posting but …..
Hello Jim,
I am indeed that Irish lad, the last of four brothers, all staunch delivery boys as was expected.
It was a great convenience living across from Valvano’s Grocery – it seems we were always out of something! I remember Sandy as she was cloes (5 years) to me in age, probably my brother Frank’s contemporary, but I have no memory of Carol other than a face.
I delivered the evening paper to both of the white houses on the East side of Smiley, but cannot recall their names. (I do recall taking out 3 glass milk bottles lined up like a 3-7-10 spare with a well-placed Thursday edition!)
After leaving EC for sunnier climes (Southern California)in 1965, I often thought about all the really good people I was fortunate enough to know during my school years – teachers, fellow students, waste management professionals (my neighbor Albert Hollschwander) delinquents, pool players and even Paul Romack!
It’s really good to hear from you Jim, and to know that you’ve done well and prospered over the years. (BTW; my clearest memory of you (outside of football) was when you led the 6th graders’ counter-attack against us 5th graders in one of the daily snowball fights, wearing a brown leather bomber jacket before they were popular, even!
To Dave Larson,where do you live in VA? I know what you mean about trying to get chipped ham there. Lucky me, the new super walmart started to carry Isleys chipped ham. I just moved back to Ellwood from Va.
To Teressa Jones-Wojton
I live 31 miles west of D.C. in Leesburg. There is an old WalMart, but not anywhere near being super! The Giant store has Boares Head products.
It’s a pizza desert here compared to “back home” so I envy you being back in Ellwood City. I wish I was an Augustine’s distributor here. Could make enough money to run for president!
Let’s throw in hot dogs. We have one place to get chili dogs, at $3.99 each. I took my daughter there at Christmas and spent $24 for lunch. Look at the prices on the Pee Wee’s menu board on this site and you’d start to cry!
So “welcome back home” and remember what Robert E. Lee said after losing the Civil War…”we’ll always have Virginia.”
The train man on Smiley ST was Wilber White. He was also an electrician and one of my dad’s barbershop customers.
You left out Johnny’s Pizza on Fourth Street jus up from the BVM Church and Aldo’s on Sixth Street across from Zeilgler’s Furniture Store.
Left EC in 68 and have only been back a few times. It breaks my heart to see how the town has changed over the years.
Getting ready to retire from being a Band Director and heading to Jacksonville, FL where my sons are now located.
John…thanks for the information on Wilber White. The name sounds familiar. Johnny’s Pizza I remember as well. I worked and lived in Jacksonville FL and believe you will find it a great place to retire. Dave
Hank Z
in reference to your question i remember two older ladies that sold pizza out of their basement that lived on the corner of 4th and division avenue. You had to go on the Division side and walk down stairs to a cellar door.
I am trying to track down info on my g-grandfather Basil Thomas Hillthat lived many years on Hazen Ave in Ellwood City. He and his wife Mary were raising their grandchildren Rosalinda and Dorothy Hill. Can anyone tell me what High School the girls would have attended? They would have graduated in about 1946 and 1949 respectively. Any other info someone might be able to share would be so very appreciated!!
The only high school at that time would have been Lincoln High, also called Ellwood City High School. Riverside wasn’t built yet.
Lora Williams; I looked up the names you are searching for in my Lincoln High Almni Directory and could not find either of those name. Sorry.