Brooklyn Savvy: Lessons Learned and Memoirs
By Joe Perk
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Tucked in New York City, there is a small track of land where multiple nationalities live close and like it. It’s called Brooklyn. Brooklyn was life. We grew with it and learned from it. Friendships that strived together lasted forever, from cradle to grave. From knickers and cold-water flats to air raids, these stories cover from Korea to Harlem, through grammar school, two wars, and a time in Harlem white people knew little about, and finally, from Rockefeller Center to Radio City.
Brooklyn lives are summarized in one paragraph: Your father was a cross between cop and conscience, and your mother, between priest and conscience. You can fool the latter; don’t mess with the former. Huck Finn had the Mississippi; Joe Perk and his friends from Thirty-Sixth Street had Brooklyn’s Green-Wood Cemetery. “Don’t cheat a friend and never give a sucker an even break” was just one life lesson bred in Brooklyn. Even somewhere today, I bet someone is buying that bridge again.
Brooklyn friendships and adventures shaped a life strategy used in the battlefields of Korea, in working as a telephone repairman in Harlem, in supervising telephone installations in Rockefeller Center, and in conducting hundreds of investigations as a security chief investigator. The stories are real, however unreal they seem. The people are real; however, most of them are gone. The lessons are real, and a kid from Thirty-Sixth Street—a marine staff sergeant—still lives by them.
“Brooklyn Savvy, in a few words, is thought, motivated early, when the brain is most susceptible.” (Joe Perk)
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Brooklyn Savvy - Joe Perk
Copyright © 2019 by Joe Perk.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019901160
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-7960-1349-8
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CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
We Are Brooklyn
Where It All Started
Made in Brooklyn
Free Ice Cream
Right Place, Right Time
Pots and Flowers
Fun in Brooklyn
The Slap
Out of Town, 1939
Green-Wood
The Wind
The Saturday Evening Post
This Hallowed Ground
Saint Michael’s, 1942
The Aircraft Carrier
Junkyard
Pigeons
Chain Link to Con Game
Odd Jobs, 1943
Father McGloughin
Brooklyn’s Finest
The Church Bazaar
The Blackout, 1943
Scrap Drive, 1944
A Snow Job
Brooklyn Personified
The Phoenix
The 1934 Chevy
A Brooklyn Street Tale
The Buccaneers
The Coach
A Guy Named Joe, 1948
Harlem, 1950
Volunteers—Korea
Ash Wednesday—Brooklyn at the Range
The Last Inspection
Our Last Weekend
One Brief Moment in Korea
The Dream, 1952
The Shoe Shine
Discharged, January 1954
Harlem as an Installer, 1957
The Princess
Saturday’s Overtime
The Spanish Couple
Girl in the Rain
High Finance
It’s Different up Here
Radio City to Harlem
The Harlem Foreman
Breaking Appointments
A Small Piece of Paper
The Governor
Brooklyn Works at Ma Bell
Most Memorable Moment, 1962
Nocturnal Regrets
Conclusion
Quotes
References
1.jpgPercy R. Pyne
Green-Wood Cemetery, Brooklyn, New York
This book is dedicated to
the four who enlisted in the forgotten war—Eddy, Jamesy, Bobby, and Herk.
Semper Fi.
Tuzy
Acknowledgments
Special thanks to my son, Bill, for putting up with the endless changes he had to type over through the five years that this book required to get the stories in their proper order and for answering the many phone calls at all times through the years to listen to the stories. His encouragement kept me going.
We Are Brooklyn
You get mad at it in the morning when the trains are slow and at night when you can’t find a place to park and when you line up for a sale and it’s sold out before you enter the store. They do it all the time. That’s Brooklyn, yet with all this, you love it.
When you go away, you call the very next day just to see what’s going on. When someone asks you what’s so good about it, you say, unashamed, My friends, there are no people like Brooklyn people.
Oh, I’m aware not everyone likes our mannerisms or our accent. We talk too much and too loud and, most of the time, before the other person is finished. We read a lot, not just the headlines, and we can handle it if someone puts something over on us. We’ll remember it. We talk straight, so there’s no mistake.
Some say we brag, but it’s more like telling how proud we are of the things we’ve done. At the Brooklyn Navy Yard, four of the five most famous ships in America were commissioned: the Monitor, the world’s first modern warship; the Maine, whose sinking caused the Spanish-American War; the Arizona, whose sinking launched America into World War II; and the Missouri, on whose deck the war ended.
The first transatlantic cable to Europe was strung from the stern of the USS Niagara. The USS Iowa launched on August 27, 1942, and became the flagship of Admiral Bull Halsey. The battleship era, which started with the construction of the Maine ended at the same spot fifty years later with the mighty Mo hitting the water on January 29, 1944.
How about the young seaman who reported for duty here on June 20, 1919, named Humphrey Bogart? At the height of WWII, seventy-five thousand people worked at the Brooklyn Navy Yard in an area half the size of Central Park.
image%207.jpgThey made them tough in Brooklyn.
The Missouri shrugged off a Japanese Kamakaze plane, April 28, 1945.
Where It All Started
There is a stone statue of an old side-wheeler ship as it is sinking off the Jersey Shore. Around the ship, buried on the hill, are the graves of people who died that sorrowful day. People come to this area to see that ship and never know that a short distance away, there’s a secluded walkway leading to one of the most beautiful, scenic sections of Green-Wood. There, behind a wooden bench, is a mausoleum with the name Percy R. Pyne etched in stone over the doorway. Whoever placed that bench was not aware it would become such a favorite place—a place men still talk about years later. You could sit there, listen to the birds (and believe me, you don’t hear them all over Brooklyn), and look out toward the lake; and never in the world would you believe you were in a cemetery.
I know Percy is still there. Hey, Percy. Remember me, Tuzy? I know you listened to every word, every half-baked scheme we had through the years. You must have had a good laugh listening to our adventures and how we thought we could conquer any challenge we set for ourselves. We discussed them all right here: the raid on the aircraft carrier, the free ice cream, the scrap drive, the car that became a tank, the pigeon raid where Mike almost got caught, the blackout, the junk dealer, and the pots and flowers. Oh yeah, the magazine salesman and the pigeon dealer too. I bet they would never have called the cops on us. The air raid warden never guessed what it was all about. Percy, I don’t know if you ever heard, but I finally owned up to stealing my father’s car. I told him on a Father’s Day, but I wasn’t near him. I promise I’ll tell you all about it the next time I come up from Florida and visit all my relatives. I’ll introduce you to my grandchildren, who already know about you. We all have nocturnal regrets; enjoy mine.
We have a saying for a person who talks like this: He thinks who he is.
Many nationalities make up our neighborhoods. No one acts like he’s better than anyone else. Believe me, cold-water flats have humbled many a family. Because we live so close, we know one another’s relatives and friends; we’ve shared their success and their misfortune. You can’t get closer than that.
Our neighborhoods became a way of life because our people made up the neighborhood. It’s remarkable how every time you go far from home and bump into someone from Brooklyn, they can be from Red Hook, Flatbush, or Bay Ridge and they may be black, white, Jewish, Irish, and for the last five decades, Spanish. You immediately feel comfortable, like they lived next door for the last twenty years. That’s Brooklyn people, and that’s why I love it so much. So if you don’t mind living close, come to Brooklyn, and in three days, you’ll know what time to get home to find a spot to park. Most of all, you’ll become part of the biggest family in the world. Your only regret will be what took you so long.
greenwood%202.jpgTuzy and Eddie
where%20it%20all%20started%203.jpgTuzy and Herk
where%20it%20all%20started%204.jpgGreenwood Cemetery
where%20it%20all%20started.jpgSonny and Tuzy in front of Percy R. Pyne Mausoleum
Made in Brooklyn
There is only one street for me—Thirty-Sixth Street; just saying it makes me smile. I can’t say there’s no other street like it; I believe a lot of streets in Brooklyn were the same way. The block was composed of (yes, that’s the right word—like putting a song together) Irish, Italian, Polish, German, and a few Norwegians, one being my mother.
To describe the female leads, I’ll do it this way: with movies. If you didn’t see any of these movies on the big screen, you might look at Turner Classic Movies. They’re still on, and I thank Turner every night. The girls I grew up with fit these movie stars like sisters. Just a minute, where do you think Hollywood got these stars from? Gene Tierney, Susan Haywood, Rita Hayworth, Veronica Lake, Shelley Winters, Lena Horne, and Barbra Streisand—that’s right, from Brooklyn. Any one of the girls I knew could have played the same roles, except for Barbra Streisand. Brooklyn could only make one of her.
We made a huge mistake in 1989 when we had a reunion, thinking no girl would want to come. I realized it when Florence showed up with her brother Joe. I asked them about their other brother, Anthony. Joe said he wanted to make it. He always said, Tuzy saved my life.
Florence had a good time; I sure wish we had tried to see if the other girls would have liked to join us. One girl I would have liked to see again was Helen. We all drifted apart when the Korean War broke out. What a shame. I hope they’re all well and happy. I’m just sort of nostalgic, thinking about all of them, especially when I look at the pictures of us at an outing on Staten Island.
My first love was Doris, a beautiful redhead. I remember cutting through Prospect Park, taking a shortcut home, after the game at Ebbets Field was rained out. Doris wore a light-blue raincoat. If it was chilly and raining, I never noticed. I heard later Doris married some old guy of twenty-four.
Doris’s cousin was Helen. Helen was a perfect Irish girl. She was beautiful and full of energy. She was my Doris Day. I remember one night at Sunset Pool with the whole group around, thinking it was too bad because it would have been nice if it was just me and Helen. Helen would have stood out on any block. Helen’s sister was Joanie, and there was no one sweeter. She was the daughter of Rosie O’Grady and June Haver. There was Jeanie—that’s Debbie Reynolds. And Philly—she was Ruth Roman. Now you get the picture. I did see Doris’s mother years later. She was at her son Frank’s store.