Abstract

This oral history interview with Vic Hanchuk covers his memories of growing up in the Tremont neighborhood of Cleveland from the 1930s to the 1950s. Hanchuk provides detailed recollections of his family’s immigrant background, the ethnic diversity of the community, and the challenges of life in a blue-collar, working-class environment. He discusses the impact of the steel mills, the presence of organized crime, and the vibrant social fabric characterized by family values, local traditions, and communal activities.

Interviewee

Hanchuck, Vic (interviewee)

Interviewer

Pangburn, Kelly (interviewer)

Project

Tremont History Project

Date

4-4-2003

Document Type

Oral History

Transcript

Kelly Pangburn: This is Friday April 4th. I am interviewing at Victorio’s Restaurant on Pearl Road. What is your name?

Vic Hanchuk: Vic Hanchuk.

Kelly Pangburn: Could you spell that for me?

Vic Hanchuk: Certainly. (spelling) V-I-C H -A-N-C-H-U-K.

Kelly Pangburn: Thank you. Could you tell me how long you lived in Tremont for?

Vic Hanchuk: I lived in Tremont a little over twenty years. From when I was born in 1933 until late in the fall of 1953, around Thanksgiving.

Kelly Pangburn: When did your family move to Tremont?

Vic Hanchuk: Well, my parents were always living in Tremont–actually what happened was my mothers grandfather and grandmother came over from the old country and when the opportunity arose they were able to buy a house in Tremont, early in the twentieth century about 1904. Prior to that we had lived in other places in what they use to call the old Haymarket District along the side of Commercial Road Hill.

Kelly Pangburn: Where did they come from?

Vic Hanchuk: My grandmother and grandfather–my mother- came from what use to be called Galcia and they came from a village called Sviatkova, it is one of the old Russian provinces that had been taken over by Austria-Hungry in the Carpathian Mountain Region. Sviatkova probably is not there anymore because it went through two World Wars.

Kelly Pangburn: Did your parents speak English very well?

Vic Hanchuk: Before I answer that question I should probably brought in the fact that my father was not from that area, he was from Belarus, he was from the town of Dmitrovichi and that was right outside of Brest Litovsk on the Bug River. My parents, yes they could speak English. My mother, I believe was born in this country she went to school up until the eighth grade, which was a common practice back then. My father came here when he was sixteen years old, I do not know how much education he had in the old country. He learned his English on the job, so he had an accent, but he could speak and write English. We spoke English at home, my parents felt that it was to my advantage that English was spoken at home so we would not revert to the native language and I would not speak English poorly. So we tried to speak English at home, but we did speak their dialects.

Kelly Pangburn: Are you fluent in your language?

Vic Hanchuk: Not really, I have not used it for years and years, but I pick up on things and remember things like a lot of phrases, but to think and sit down and hold a conversation, it would be very, very difficult for me.

Kelly Pangburn: Why did your family move to the Tremont area?

Vic Hanchuk: Well, as I said my mothers parents moved up there around 1904, they had lived on I believe it was Burg Street, it is no longer there off of Commercial Road. There were a lot of Tenement Houses there, of course we wanted to get a home as soon as possible for the kids– they had eight children. Four of the children died, not as infants, but as children, and they wanted to get where they had their own home and that is what they did. When my grandfather had enough money for a down payment, he was then able to buy this house in Tremont on Starkweather Avenue.

Kelly Pangburn: Starkweather Avenue, is that correct?

Vic Hanchuk: Yes, Starkweather Avenue that is correct. My father moved there because this was right where my grandparents lived. It was not right across the street, but caddy-corner to St.. Theodosius Cathedral, the Russian Orthodox Cathedral. My father moved into that area because there was a lot of various types of Russians, some were Russians, some were Carpathian Russians, some were Galcia like my mother and grandparents, and also there were a lot of Ukrainians living down in that area. Life begets life.

Kelly Pangburn: How big was your immediate family?

Vic Hanchuk: My immediate family was small. There was my parents and myself. My mother had a still birth a year and a half or so before I was born. Back then the medical profession was not as savvy as they are today and she was warned not to have anymore children because it would have been very dangerous for her. But they wanted to have at least one, so they had me. The doctor then put the fear of God into them and told her not to have anymore children, so they did not. They always regretted it after a while when they found out it was not the best advice, but by that time it was to late.

Kelly Pangburn: Did you have any other relatives living in any other parts of Cleveland?

Vic Hanchuk: No, most of my relatives lived right there. I did have one Uncle live in West Park after he had gotten married, but he had originally lived on the South Side. I had an Uncle and an Aunt live downstairs with their two daughters and I had an Uncle and an Aunt that lived across the hall from us that moved out shortly after us. Basically my relatives were all on the South Side.

Kelly Pangburn: Where did your father work at?

Vic Hanchuk: My father worked at Swiften Company on West Sixty-fifth Street, between Store and Clarke. He worked there– I do not know how many years-he worked there a good number of years. He had other jobs too, beside that, before then being an immigrant was not always easy to get jobs. Later on when I was in college he was able to get me jobs during the summertime for the years I was in college and then a few years after.

Kelly Pangburn: What type of work did your mother do?

Vic Hanchuk: My mother most of the time was a homemaker but later on when I got a little older she worked in a cleaning store on the corner of Professor Street and Jefferson Avenue.

[Recorder turned off and turned back on]

Kelly Pangburn: Vic, what are your childhood memories of growing up in Tremont? Your favorite ones, if you will speak about that.

Vic Hanchuk: Wow–childhood memories of growing up in Tremont, that is a tough one because I would say I had million of them, there were good ones, bad ones, and sometimes it is hard to distinguish between the two. Maybe it is best if I just carry on this way and talk a little bit about the neighborhood, how we saw the neighborhood, and what we saw, and carry on that way. If I am off track on this, then I am sorry. First of all, Tremont itself which we called the South Side was a blue-collar neighborhood, a tough working neighborhood. One of the biggest things was this, basically family values were installed by mostly immigrant families. There were exceptions and there were problems too. The immigrant and first generation families tried to establish family values. Of course once we were in this country some of the families got spoiled and got into things they should not have, I will go into that later on. One of the things I remember vividly was the red skies at night from the steel mills down in the flats not to far away, not saying all of this was nice, remember all the dirt from the mills and the other factories. Sometimes we would get the reddish dirt, sometimes we would get silver spectings [sic?] from some of the factories and we would hear the noises from the steel mills. We would hear the booming and you would also hear sounds form the B&O railroad yards which are right down from us. C&O railroad yards were up a little further away down at the bottom of University and Railway Avenue. We would hear this B&O yards, we could hear the trains very clearly, they had a roundhouse there and as I said you could not mistake the sounds of the steel mills. Some people might not think that is not to nice of a thing to remember, but you do remember it. I remember the different churches the domes and spires of the churches that were down there, there was a great variety of churches, it would take me– I could go on and on about that. There was another thing down there that some people might not say that is not very nice, the thing is, is that it was nice for us. At the bottom of St. Olga and St. Tickhon Hill, there was a swamp and I do not know how long it had been there but they were slowing filling it in, but there was a dump there too. Now this swamp was a playground for us, rather then go up to Lincoln Park a few blocks up it was just as easy to go down the steep hills and play down there, especially during World War II when everybody was playing army. We built forts, tunnels and things like that and it was just a great place for us. We were able to catch frogs, snakes, tramp around and explore the area. Now as I said in the one area they were starting to fill the swamp in, there was a dump and there were some hobos there, we use to call them hobos, now we call them homeless. They lived there but not to many because we use to run out in big pathing crates and of course they could not lived there in the winter very well. There is one thing that I remember particularly down there that time in that one area. One time there was a fire in the circus, I think it was Barnum and Bailey Circus in Cleveland down on the lakefront and a lot of the animals got killed and it ended up they took the carcasses down there and burned them in our dump, you could smell that for days. Another thing, this is a memory, a childhood memory but some people might say that is not very nice but the thing is this–rats, there were rats all over the place. Now we fortunally did not have any in our house, we did not even have any roaches either because we kept things pretty clean and pretty tight. We would get them in the yard because we did not have the type of garbage cans that you do today, it was an open drum, maybe an old oil drum and you threw the rubbish in there, you did not have the plastic bags or anything to put the rubbish in, you would just dump the rubbish in them. This would attract the rats of course and going along with that, there were packs of dogs never to the point of viciousness, but they would be running the streets particularity when they were in heat and there were a lot of stray cats around-that helped with the rat population. There were a lot of sheds in the neighborhood in backyards, sheds for storage and that. We had one in our backyard because when my grandfather bought the property he just had the one house on it, he was not going to build in the back because he felt that any kids that came along, they should have an area to play. It was not a great big area but it was something to keep us occupied when we were younger. There was a garage and a shed, it had four parts to it one of the things we use to do we use to get on top of these sheds, well we use to try and catch rats. Sometimes we did, what you did was put a piece of meat, old rotten meat on the end of the hook, stand down there and try to catch them like fish. Once we did catch them we would swing it up and slam it down and try to break the rats back, if not we would stomp it or if somebody had a BB gun then we would shoot it. Of course, the animal rights people might not think to much of that now a days. There were some parts of the neighborhood that you could go down an alley and jump from shed to shed, these are some of the things. Let us get back to that part of the flats were the swamp was and the dump down there. This was right close to Lincoln High’s practice field and so of course when we were young kids we would always go down there to see them and I remember particularly there was no goal posts. The Clark Avenue Bridge was right there and we use to use the gurters of Park Avenue Bridge as goal posts. Of course they were a lot higher then the normal goal posts by five or ten feet, if you kicked the ball over that you were sure to get an extra point. This was before the days of tees and everything, right down next to that practice field there was an asphalt factory and a government factory, that was our playground, and even more so then Lincoln Park, although we did go up to Lincoln Park a lot of times. Now there were a lot of buildings that are no longer there, they were not even there by the time I left the South Side, that I remember real well. Heights-Manorford was right at the corner were Jefferson runs into Starkweather, which was burned up in a fire and I remember as a kid in Tremont school watching that fire back in the forties sometime. There was another building on the corner of Professor and Starkweather on the northwest corner it had apartments above it and the bottom of the store area was Angelo’s Wine House, that was quite a place. Actually there were considerable bars in the area, there was a high degree of alcoholism. There was a diversity of immigrant groups, when I was at Lincoln High, some said thirty-three, some said thirty-eight different nationalities. Some of those split inheritance too, we might have just been part of another group, just like saying I am a Texan, you are an Ohioan, so we are two different nationalities but there was a considerable diversity of immigrants. There were virtually no blacks, maybe one or two families down the hill somewhere but other then that there was many Russian, Polish, Ukrainian, Slovak, Greeks, Italians, Lebanese or Syrians, and a great variety I could go on and on–you name it, it was there. Serbian and Croatian they were there too. I remember a great many halls that were down there the Lamko Club was on the corner of Literary and West Eleventh and that was the hall they used for the movie the “Deer Hunter”. Somebody bought it and now it is fancy condominiums. There was Polonia Hall on the corner of Thurman and College and it is no longer there, the Ukrainian National Hall on West Fourteenth, I do not think it is there anymore, I am not sure. The Ukrainian Labor Temple on the corner of West Eleventh and Auburn, it is now owned by a Puerto Rican group. On Twenty-Fifth Street, you had the stars of Lebanon Club and that still is there. You had a bunch of movie shows back then, of course we did not have television. The biggest one for us was on West Fourteenth and Fairfield, the Jennings theatre and on West Twenty-Fifth you had the Marvel and also the Garden. The Realto was on West Twenty-Fifth and Bridge. Now when I said there was no TV, we did have radio that is another story. Another thing I remember there were a lot of mom and pop stores all over the place. Groceries, meat markets, quote un quote candy stores, hardware stores, and as I said before, multitudes of bars and alcoholism was at a high rate amongst the people that lived there, and as I said you got use to it, and it did cause a lot of problems. There were the old drug stores, not these chains, like Doc Produce and the Professor Drug on Professor just north of Starkweather. I mentioned alcoholism and this did bring some problems. One of the problems was that there were bootleggers, of course the bootleggers were strong during Prohibition because there was nobody that was going to stop the people from drinking. They did not care what the Federal Government said. Once Prohibition was over bootleggers did not go completely out of business, they had after hour joints where they would sell alcohol on Sundays. There was a big saying in the neighborhood if you saw a big fancy car that it either belongs to a funeral director or to one of the bootleggers or gangsters. There were a lot of bookies and a lot of gamboling houses in the area, these again were undercover, so if you wanted to do that, you knew where they were. There would be a bookie storefront, a lot of times they would have a gypsy family move in and they would stay in there for two or three weeks or so and they would be on their way, then a little while later another gypsy family would move in and of course they had their fortune telling and that is how they got their business done. [Inaudible] I went to school with this kid in high school who was a gypsy, he never admitted it, his parents and him lived across the street from us in the downstairs back of a house. The old man and his mother would come out dressed to kill and the father always had a cane with him and when they would get up as far as West Fourteenth, because I lived down more towards West Seventh, they would get up to West Fourteenth and Branch, out would come the black glasses and the tin cup and he would be begging. After World War II, a lot of abandoned storefronts were rented out to DP families, and they would divided them up. Since I lived on the second floor across the street from some of these– not that you would look for purpose or anything, but you could see everything. It would be like the cubicles they have now in offices, they would be divided up like that with these families living there maybe six or eight in a store. It was not much space, but it was all they could afford so it was available to them. One of the things I remember was the buildings of the Valley View Projects and how they were tearing down a lot of the houses in the area from St.Olga south all the way down the hill, not down St. Olga hill but all the way down the hill to West Fifth, Huston Avenue and along West Seventh Street all the way down to West Fifth and Markwood Avenue. I remember them tearing them down and building the Projects. Another thing that stands out in my mind at that time too, it is no big deal but to us kids it was. I remember one time they moved this brick house this two-story brick house, they moved it from one spot to another and it was very interesting to us the way they moved it along so slowly. Of course they did not have the ways of doing it now but it stands out in my memory. I remember too Lincoln Park, Lincoln Park was quite a place there. It did not have a swimming pool, there was a little wadding pool in the middle of the park. The sidewalks went from the corner of West Fourteenth Street to the corner of West Eleventh and Kennelworth. The other one went from Starkweather and West Eleventh and went to the corner of West Fourteenth and Kennelworth, it was sort of a big X. In the middle of that they had this wadding pond we had a special name for it, it was not to nice so I will not mention it. Lincoln Park though it had bushes all around it, but during the night, the old ladies that worked in the places downtown cleaning the buildings and that were safe to come through there. The girls from the neighborhood were always safe to come through there, unless they ran into a truck. The women were never ever bothered, I suppose there were a few incidences where something like this would happen but nothing really that much. There’s a different story with guys, that of course there is always a different story with guys. Lincoln Park there we use to play there, I mean down by the swamp in that area. Then in the Valley View Project area there were baseball diamonds on the bottom- [Interruption] At the bottom of Seventh Street Hill off of Huston Avenue, we would of course play baseball there, we would play football in the park, because it had a little bit of grass, but it was pretty much worn out. There was no big swimming pool, there was a big man shell that was never used anymore-but in that area we would play football. I am a little disrupted right now-not disrupted but disjointed right now, I am looking at some things I wrote down that I should have organized better. The Lincoln Bath House, behind the bathhouse we would play basketball and later on my father built a basket in our back yard where I had asked him before I had started going up there, he–I will never forget, we did not have a car, so he went across the–walked all the way from where we lived across the Abbey Avenue Bridge and could not get the lumber on the [Inaudible] he carried it from West Nineteenth and Abbey down to our house. I will never forget that. I remember the old Merrick House on the corner of West Eleventh and Starkweather, not where it is the fancy brick place they have now. It was two old wooden houses, there are some little streets in the area that are long gone, Clearance Court, that was taken out by I- 490, St. Tickon is just a little sliver now so is St. Olga, down the hill Cathedral, Lynn, Clyde, Severen, Mary Avenue, and West Fourth Street a lot of these places just do not exist anymore. I remember running around those places. A lot of people talk about Tremont School, about replacing or demolishing it, and at this point they mentioned Tremont School was built in 1910, well yes that was what we called the new building what was built in 1910. This is where they actually had the elementary school, there were two old buildings that ran along West Tenth Street towards College Avenue, and these were used for the seventh and eighth grade, the junior high–this is where Tremont Junior High was at. This was closed I would guess around January 1948 and the kids where shipped over to Lincoln. So when they talk about Tremont Schools being built in 1910 they were wrong, it was built in the 1890’s or the 1880’s. There is another building down there, I do not know what they are going to do with it, but what they have planned with it is the person who owns it is trying to sell it, I can understand why. This building is the Union Gospels Workers building on the corner of West Seventh and Jefferson, it is like a castle–it is hard to describe, there was a big article in the Plain Dealer about it sometime ago in the Sunday Magazine. We use to go around there and hang around there, and the Union Gospel Workers Ladies–we called them the Sally’s, the Salvation Army, but they were not Salvation Army. We used to see them go around with their madalins and guitars-and this and that– they use to work on the street corners. [Interruption] We would always hang around, and go around back through there, up on the loading docks at night just to see what was going–never really got in trouble. In fact on job I had I worked in a printing place there–I was not a printer or anything, but I did the menial work and the bull work for a short time, and it is a very fascinating building, and the story of it is very fascinating–but it is a place I will never forget–it was just like a castle to us. Let us go back to when I was talking about playing baseball down at the diamonds there at the Valley View Projects. Before the Valley View Projects were built, the field on West Seventh Street just off of Starkweather Avenue–I remember as a little kid I must have been– four or five years old–being taken down there and they had ball games–and of course being that old the crowd seems huge, but there was wall to wall people all around watching these baseball games. I do not think they were organized, it may have been one group against another group–I do not know. I know they had a Russian Club baseball team that had quite a few good athletes on it. There were several others that may have been–but when I was that old, I really did not realize it. Another thing about that area, Starkweather Avenue and West Seventh Street, when the Valley View Projects were built they would a lot of times show outside movies for the people that lived in the Projects, and other people in the neighborhood–all you had to do was come and sit on something and you got to see an outside movie. I remember one in particular it looked like it was real good–it was some kind of Bob Hope movie, and he was supposed to be someplace down in the swamps down south and it looked like what we use to call in those days, a scary movie–I guess they call them horror movies now. He was boating and he reached into the water for something and an alligator snaps at him and the rains and the thunders and the lightening came, and we never did see that movie. I remember one thing about the projects–cause we use to go down there a lot because we had a lot of friends there. There were steps, you go down to West Seventh and Starkweather and there was what we called the community center this is where the office was for the Projects. Well you go a little further beyond and there were steps you could take all the way down to West Fifth Street and Houston. That was always fun to mess around on those. In the winter time, we had hills galore to sled ride down. Down St. Olga hill, down St. Tickhon hill, and there was one father in at the end, but it was kind of dangerous though. The hill was at the end of West Tenth Street, we just called it Humpty Dumpty Hill, I do not know how it got it’s name though. There was another hill called Dutch Hill, which was Houston Avenue–not Houston Avenue–I am sorry, it was Holmdon Avenue, east of Fourteenth Street. This hill led right down to the Open Heart Furnace–at that time it was Jones and Laughlin Open Heart Furnace, and you could go down there. That was a little safety concern, because the curves–you had to make the curves other wise you would end up in the telephone polls. Another thing I remember there were horse drawn merchants all over the place. You had the pepareks they would get the old paper and rags. They would come down the streets, yelling Pepareks! Papareks! They had the guys that were selling vegetables, and watermelons. There was one guy inparticular, he would come down there and you could not miss him. He would say Humppa Deda Dadeemelon! Humppa Deeda Dedeemelon! He was selling watermelons. There would be the guys that would sell fish–and one of the guys would sell fish right in my neighborhood- he would have this horn. He would blow the horn and you would go out and get your fish. Not only did you have the neighborhood stores, you had that convince too. As to how sanitary they were–I do not know. As far as I know, nobody died from it. The great thing about the horse and wagons though, there was the honey dumpers and they would come clattering down the street, and they would say “Here comes the honey dumpers” “Here comes the honey dumpers”, and it would have a wagon, a pretty big wagon maybe with two pairs of horses, four horses–what they were, were the guys that cleaned the outdoor toilets, so they were the honey dumpers. At any rate they would come, every so often–I was a really young kid so I really did not pay to much attention as to how often they came. At any rate, they would come–as far as–as late as the 1960’s people still used outdoor toilets in a lot of these streets, on West Fourth for example. There was an article in the Plain Dealer about it, on West Fourth, Fifth, down on Clyde, Severn Avenue, and several other places where they had outdoor toilets, because they did not have indoor plumbing. This was as late as the early sixties. It was something interesting, you do not see things like that now. I remember too there was tracks running down Professor and Starkweather–when they had street cars. The street cars were long gone before I was born. I remember during World War II that they took and they took those tracks out for the World War effort.

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Vic Hanchuk: When I talked earlier about family values, just spite that because the conditions during the depression, because of some of the Americanization were tough to weigh the family values. The South Side developed into a very, very tough neighborhood. In fact there is a study by Northwestern University called “Between Spires and Stacks”, and at that time as the middle thirties 1935, 1936, that area had the highest delinquency and crime rate per capita for the United States, now remember I said per capita. There were gangs just about on every corner and as I said before, they would not pick on any of the girls. Now if girls had a reputation, there might be something’s that were said to them, and those girls who had the reputation would usually answer back in a very colorful way. They would pick on loners–what I mean by loners is if somebody is walking down the street–a friend of mine is a real good football player at Lincoln High School, he was maybe in the tenth grade at the time, he had already established a reputation. He was coming home late one night and he was nailed–stopped by this one gang that use to hang around the corner of Starkweather and St. Tickhon right across the street from St. Theodosius Cathedral. He was stopped, he thought he was in for it. He was stopped on a block right in front of a couple of stores on the first floor were stores and the second floor were apartments, a voice came out of that hallway because it was in the summertime. The voice said “you leave him alone, he is a good football player for me from Lincoln High, he is going to be a star–which he did become an all-star- I do not want you picking on him because I bet every money on Lincoln–and I do not want to see nothing happen to him. That is about the way he said it, and the guys laid off. We do not know for sure who said it, but I have my ideas as to who the guy was, but we do not know for sure who it was. That is just the type of thing that happened. My father worked in the slaughter house, and of course things were tough, so to save money- -although he did work through the depression people were always eating meat–there was always work to be done. He use to walk from our house on Starkweather near Professor all the way up to Scranton Road–take the Scranton Road bus–on Scranton and Starkweather. The bus would go all the way to Store and West Sixty-fifth and then he would walk from West Sixty-fifth to the slaughter house. One morning, of course he had to go very, very early in the morning a lot of times it was dark– between West Eleventh and West Fourteenth somebody come out of the doorway and said “hey buddy you got a match?”, someone else interrupted and said “no, no leave him alone, he is one of ours.” and after that he never had anymore trouble after that. Somebody had mistook him for someone else, and they probably were going to mug him because they did not know–there were about four or five guys that showed up. Occasionally loners were people that were alone-walking alone-guys that were walking alone-they would get stopped and just for the hell of it somebody would beat them up or they might be mugged. Basically, the residence were safe, particularly the women-but it is the outsiders who came into the neighborhood whether it was for trouble or not–were not safe. Particularly guys from outside the neighborhood that tried to date girls in the neighborhood– I know of a good friend of mine from high school who had really liked this girl who lived on- -West Sixth I think–West Fifth and West Sixth–between Literary and Railway Avenue. He went down there and tried to date a girl one time–well her boyfriend had a gang and he got worked over pretty good. He was not a small guy either–it was that way. There were not just the gangs, there were some organized crime as far as the bootlegging and gambling was concerned. A guy by the nickname of Balloon Head, he would go door to door with stolen merchandise–stolen goods. There was another guy named Joe Calkoski who was Public Enemy number one with the F.B.I for a long time, and that was just out and out thievery. I remember one time the porch in our house–my Aunt and Uncle–that was part of their deal. They had a glider, it was an old fashioned glider it had the cushions on it, well one night–I do not know who spotted them, but there was these people we knew, we went to the same church and everything, they were walking off with the cushions from the glider. They said they were going to give them back–sure they were. You learned to lock your car up, I remember the back yard had not had a second house on it, because there was a lot of double houses, even triple houses on the lots. The house next door to me had three houses–but at any rate, after we got older I parked my car there and two of the neighbors next door–the block next to us–that is the building next to us– parked their cars there. I had this old 1936 Dodge, and one night I forgot to lock it. I had to have this seat with a cushion on the front seat because it had sunk down so much because it was so old. The one night I left it open, the cushion was gone–you learned to lock your doors there.

Kelly Pangburn: Vic, what year did that happen?

Vic Hanchuk: The car?

Kelly Pangburn: Yes.

Vic Hanchuk: 1936.

Kelly Pangburn: What year was it taken?

Vic Hanchuk: The cushion was taken-I would probably guess about 1951.

Kelly Pangburn: 1951, so you had to lock your doors.

Vic Hanchuk: (continued) Yes. You had to put locks on your sheds, there were a lot of sheds in the neighborhood, people would break into that. One story about the sheds we use to knock–and there was other incidences that would happen there t

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