Dear Jim: It's almost like being related. My sister-in-law's father was I. P. Saylor the head photographer of the Daily News for years. I remember being introduced to Dink on several occasions. He lived across the street in Haler Heights from Harry Seifen another cousin of my mothers. Now who remembers Glenn Haines Gas Station on Lysle Blvd, Ripple's Butcher Shop by the old reservoir, Roma's market where old Mrs. Roma spoke I think every language necessary to serve all the customers. Also Bob Xides who owned The Star Restaurant by the 5th Avenue Railroad Crossing, Rubenstein's and Samuel's shoes - Ida Morrison and Hope Rudolph who worked there for years and years. Those were the days when you went to the Duquesne Light Co and paid your bill, then to Bell Telephone to pay that bill - all in person, those chores done it was on to Balsamo's and Feig's. Also good meat was supplied and delivered to your home by Thomas and Dulaney - their store was just beyond the corner of Hartman Street and 5th. Ave. as you headed toward East McKeesport. I also remember the last paycar serving National Tube - vaguely remember the men going in one end with their badges and out the other with their money - the receipt was on the envelope for tax purposes and there were creditors waiting at the other end of the pay car to chase those who owed money before it was spent at one of the local bars. Marc M. G. Stauffer
Dick Rubenstein, the son of Mr. Rubenstein, the owner and founder of the shoe stores, was one of my best friends in high school and we roomed together in Hamilton Hall our freshman year at Penn State. Dick's grandmother was desperate that young Dick "keep Kosher" while away from home. She sent him a care package every week. Dick hated the stuff and I loved it. When Dick graduated, his father gave him his own store, "Richard's" on Fifth Avenue. If you knew Saylor, you probably also knew Elmer Brewer, who just retired as the Daily News photographer. We sang together in the Greenock Methodist Church Choir until I went away to PSU. Was the Haines Gas Station the one in the gully between the two S-curves between White Oak and the Hartman Street light? Jim