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POST-GAZETTE, NOVEMBER 6, 2015 Page13 j anna Babb tnonno by John Christoforo A Nostalgic Remembrance A while back, I asked John Silva to be a guest speaker for my Thursday classes at North Shore Community College. I was teach- ing World History and John is an expert on many aspects of the past. The class was centered around the "Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire," and John was just the man to make a pre- sentation. Things worked out rather well, and when we had a break, we headed out for lunch. The Lynn Campus is not that far from Revere Beach so we decided to stop at Kelly's Roast Beef for one of their specialties, clam chowder. As I waited for the order to be put together, I noticed a display of pictures of Revere Beach from the past. There were pictures of Bluebeard's Castle, the Tilt-a-Whirl, the Cyclone, a couple of merry-go-rounds, bumper cars, indoor boat rides, penny arcades, dozens of games of chance, the beach itself, and the Oceanview Ballroom. I stared at the picture of the Oceanview as there was a band on stage. My car was across the street and I headed to it to obtain a pair of magnifying glasses to better see the picture. With them on, I could see that the picture was of the 1950s and the band was the Ray Digg Orchestra. It was difficult, but I could make out Ray lead- ing, Uncles Nick and Paul on saxes and my father on bass. The band was a fixture at the Oceanview and, when I was in high school, I would go to either their Friday or Saturday night dances. One of my friends, a kid named Bobby, would borrow his brother's car and would pick me up for the event. Back in the day, we would dress for a weekend dance, in a suit, tie, shined shoes, face smelling of Old Spice aftershave lotion and a package of SenSen in our pock- ets to keep our breath from smell- ing like stale cigarettes. Before I would head downstairs to await my ride, Babbononno would have to put his stamp of approval on my appearance. He would check the knot in my tie and the shine on my shoes. Each had to be perfect. Nalma would make sure I had a handkerchief in my pants back pocket and another showing in my jacket breast pocket for effect. Once they approved of my appearance, I was ready to head out. Before de- scending the steps of 74 Eutaw Street, I would check my money, which was not usually more than five or six dollars. I would also make sure that I had a full pack of Lucky's and a book of matches. When all seemed in place, I would be ready to head out of East Boston and make the trip to Revere Beach and the Oceanview Ballroom. The Oceanview was located at the beginning of the beach at Elliott Circle. It was the first building on the left and a mag- nificent looking ballroom. There was a bar and a lounge on the first floor, and at the top of a flight of steps, there was the dance floor and the stage where the bands would play. Ray Digg would be standing in front of a dozen or more seated musicians with his tenor sax over his left shoulder and a baton in his right hand, leading the way. The music was ballroom in all respects, fox trots, waltzes, polkas, rumbas, a jitter- bug here and there, and the newest songs from the latest dance craze, the cha-cha-cha. Prez Perado had just recorded Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom Wh/te and the lead trumpeter, Eddie Pizzi, would play the trum- pet solo when the band played the tune. Before playing this new tune or any other Latin-American song, Ray would hand the microphone to Dad and he would announce the tune in Spanish. The audience loved this. Most of the people were a mix of age groups with the majority in their 20s, 30s and 40s. My friend and I were in high school and were among the youngest dancers, but we looked older than our years and quite often danced with the older girls. The crowd, in general, was com-posed of working-class people from East Boston, the North End, Revere, Everett and Lynn. If it was a Friday night, it would be all singles. If it was a Satur- day night, chances are most of the couples were actually people on dates. I preferred the Friday dances. I remember one night in par- ticular, my friend and I had asked two girls to dance who were friends. We danced the fox-trot and made conversation with the two girls, who were a bit older than we were. We would skip the waltzes and polkas, but when it came to the jitterbug or cha-cha- cha, we were in our glory and would show off the East Boston/ North End style of dancing. When the band took its 20- minute break, we headed to the first floor and bought the girls each a Coke. They were in their late teens and not old enough to drink. If Dad, Uncles Nick or Paul, or any of the band members happened by (I knew them all), we would say hello and I would feel like a big shot in front of the girls, telling them who those musicians were. Back in the day, most of the girls didn't drive and arrived at the Oceanview by bus, trolley, or train. The two girls my friend and I danced with accepted my friend's offer of a ride home when the dance ended. They both -- FOR YOU WHO APPRECIATE THE FINEST -- THE MUSIC FOR ALL OCCASIONS 781-648-5678 worked for the telephone com- pany and lived in Lynn. I suggested stopping for coffee be- fore we drove them home and one of the girls said, "Hey, why don't we stop at Joe & Nemo's down the beach." For those of you too young to remember, Joe & Nemo's were famous for their hot dogs. The dogs and buns were steamed, and filled with chopped onions, mustard and relish. Back then, you could buy three hot dogs for a quarter and a tonic (soda to you non- Bostonians) for another dime. I wanted fo sound like a big shot and suggested we head for Shirley Ave. in Revere and eat at Swartz's Delicatessen. This was a local after-theater, -movie or -dance eatery in what was Revere's Jewish neighborhood. The girls and my friend agreed. We headed the few blocks to the deli. I don't know what the girls were used to, but I think we made an impression. I was familiar with deli food and ordered for every- one. After we ate, my friend and I split the bill' and then headed to Lynn to drop off the two young ladies. We probably had about a dollar or two left between us for gas on the way home, but that was ok, as there was a Quincy Gas Station on Marginal Street near the Chelsea/East Boston line and gas was five gallons for a dollar. When we dropped off the girls, we both received a good night kiss and their phone numbers. We felt like big shots. I don't know ff the girls knew that we were younger than they were and still in high school, but they never let on. When I got home, Babbonolmo was still up and told me to wipe off the lipstick before anyone else saw me. I did, and all was well. After seeing that picture of the Oceanview Ballroom at Kelly's, John and I returned to the college for my last class of the day. After I dropped John Silva off in the afternoon, this story flashed through my mind. It was a simpler, gentler time, and most of all, I was young. GOD BLESS AMERICA LEGAL NOTICE Commonwealth of Massachusetts The Trial Court Probate and Family Court Middlesex Division 208 Cambridge Street Cambridge, MA 02141 (617) 768-5800 Docket No. MI15D3650DR DIVORCE SUMMONS BY PUBLICATION AND MAILING MARIA RAMOS VS. PAULO VlNIClUS C. PEREIRA To the Defendant: The Plaintiff has filed a Complaint for Divorce requesting that the Court grant a divorce for Irretrievable Breakdown of the Marriage lB. The Complaint is on file at the Court. An Automatic Restraining Order has been entered in this matter preventing you from taking any action which would negatively impact the current financial status of either party. SEE Supplemental Probate Court Rule 41t. You are hereby summoned and required to serve upon Maria Ramos, 10 Lincoln Street, Medford, MA 02155 your answer, if any, on or before December 7, 2015. If you fail to do so, the court will proceed to the hearing and adjudication of this action. You are also required to file a copy of your answer, if any, in the office of the Register of this Court. WITNESS, HON. EDWARD F. DONNELLY, JR., First Justice of this Court. Date: October 23, 2015 Tara E. DeCristofaro, Register of Probate Run date: t 1/6/15 This and That (Continued from Page 6) The war escalated, drained the economy and cost over 50,000 American lives, making it one of the most unpopular wars in our nation's history. The anger over the war and its toll was put on Johnson's shoulders where at least part of it belonged. The di- sastrous results, more than anything else, likely influenced Johnson's decision not to run for re-election in 1968. Johnson was caught between a rock and a hard place. His own advisors, his military, and our allies in South Vietnam were pushing him toward the course of action they wanted, a course of action he knew would not just be unpopular, but also disastrous. But such is the conundrum of being a president. When the time comes for deci- sions, they have to act with pre- cision. Johnson had the misfor- tune of knowing the conse- quences of decisions he was pushed into making. The conse- quences were far greater than the 1968 election. It overshadowed his many great accomplishments on the domestic front. News Brief (Continued from Page 1} The current Confederate con- troversy is phony because history is history. We need to learn from it, not deny it. My Cat Sent Me Out for Dinner Last week I was relaxing in a comfy chair watching NCIS when my cat Nica began meow- ing out in the kitchen quite loudly. When I got to her, she was just staring at the refrigera- tor and began meowing again. She was looking for her canned food, which I had run out of. I was hoping to get more in the morning but, obviously, that wasn't soon enough for her. I felt guilty so I followed her orders and went out to my car for a trip to Stop & Shop to keep her happy. Sadly, this is the saga of all cat owners, isn't it? American Values Disappearing In recent months America has seen a series of secretly recorded videos taken inside Planned Par- enthood showing seemingly Nazi-like actions. However, most liberal Democrats seem oblivi- ous to it all and the national polls verify this moral blindness. If folks support abortion, that is one thing. We can all have opinions that differ. However, what has been seen on these videos is grotesque and all of us should be repulsed by those visions being shown in the video. However, Hillary Clinton at her rallies calls the release of these secretly recorded videos as nothing more than a War on Women and the Right to Choose. President Obama actu- ally said, "God bless Planned Parenthood." The Democrats hold an extremist point of view on the issue of the right to choose not shared, THANK GOD, by a majority of Americans yet. And I say YET, because this nation of ours seems to be falling into an ethical sewer. Is He Saint Bernie Now? I caught Bernie Sanders doing a one-on-one with Rachel Maddow on MSNBC the other day. Bernie had Rachel's full at- tention as if she were listening to Jesus Christ delivering the sermon on the mount. I wondered why the cable station didn't plant a halo on him. How bad are the Democrats and how far to the left are we when a democratic socialist is considered a mainstream Democrat? The Benghazi Committee Was a Joke Hillary Clinton easily won the day at the House Benghazi Com- mittee hearing because most of the Republicans didn't know what questions to ask with the exception of U.S. Rep. Jim Jordan, the founder of the House Freedom Caucus. The rest of the GOP members looked like they were half asleep. As for the Democrats, starting with U.S. Rep. Elijah Cummings, D-Maryland, they all looked like members of the Hillary for President Committee. Hillary, as bad as she sounded, seemed to be the win- ner when those hearings ended. From all accounts, she might have well just said, "Enough with the witch hunt, clearly it was all Ambassador Stevens' fault." End of that day, score it Hillary ONE and the Republi- cans ZERO. And This is Why the Ruling GOP Class Doesn't Get it Last April, Time Magazine quoted former Republican U.S. Senator John Danforth on the Tea Party where he stated, "Today's Republican hardliners are angry, loud and insistent on getting their way. They are not conservative -- they are revolu- tionaries who say as much, while they rally against what they call the establishment." Just that kind of arrogance led to the rise of Donald Trump, Dr. Ben Carson and the down- ward projection of Press 2 for English Jeb Bush. Why Have a Debt Ceiling at All If Capitol Hill just keeps rais- ing the debt ceding whenever the White House wants it raised, why have a debt ceiling at all? Of course liberal Democrats say it isn't about increased spend- ing, but history clearly shows otherwise. End Quote "Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian." -- Herman Melville F DIAMONDS ROLE)( ESTATE JEWELRY Bought & Sold Jewelers Exch. Bldg. Jim (617) 263-7766 The opinions ~ressed by our columnists and contribu- tors are not necessarily the same as those of The Post- Gazette, its publisher or editor. Photo submissions are accepted by the PostJ:~Izette provided they are clear, original photos. There is a $5 charge for each photo submitted. 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