I wrote this in response to the post from Sue in Ct. on the Spooners. This Mrs. Spooner loved to watch us come flouncing down the stairs in our cocktail dresses when we had a date. She must have been about 80 at the time. Thunderstorms just terrified her. If one came in the afternoon, she would wander the halls calling for the owner of the business who was named Florence. Florence's husband was from the Mafioso Italians from Pittsburg PA. I can tell you I probably wouldn't want to know the characters that came and went, not as guests in the house, but to visit him. Most of them came in the dead of night. Most of the guests there were old women, but occasionally a male would come for a while. Any male was in high demand, and a prime target. When one was in residence, out came the curlers and the lipstick. They would doll up, and you would find them sitting in their living room area watching TV. Otherwise when there were none in residence, they could be heard bickering and sniping at each other. This Mrs. Spooner might not have been a relative, but again she might have been. She would have been in her eighties in 1953. Dorothea -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Charles Page Sent: Sunday, March 09, 2008 6:53 AM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [NYMADISO] Spooners Dorothea, That would be a great story to save for your grandchildren. I like it! I can just see that old lady coming down the stairs. I suggest if you haven't already done so, that you write down your memories and save them.( as I have tried to do in recent years). I have mine on a web site and now they are being published in book form- for my children and grandchildren. Chas