2010.029

Bracht, Cheryl Petrignani

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1930 - 1955

Date: 1930-1955

Notes: Transcription of the Ralph Riccio obituary, undated, probably Jersey Journal or Hudson Dispatch newspapers. Sports Enthusiast Ralph Riccio, 77, Owned Hoboken Tavern at 17 Ralph Riccio was a self-made man. He opened his first business, a tavern at 7th and Grand Streets, Hoboken, when he was 17 years old. While his father was a successful real estate operator the son was determined to make it on his own. For 25 years Mr. Riccio operated taverns in Hoboken until World War I began. Mr. Riccio's tavern was in a zone restricted for security reasons and he was forced to close. 'ONLY A block away on 7th and Adams Streets taverns were permitted to operate," said Mr. Riccio's only son, Michael. But the loss of the tavern did not dampen Mr. Riccio's business spirit. In 1917 he opened a pool room, which he operated for the next 30 years. During that time Mr. Riccio and his wife the former Rose Calandrillo raised eight children. 'MY FATHER was a great sports enthusiast," said his daughter, Miss Eleanor Riccio. "In fact his love for baseball rubbed off on all the children," she added. Mr. Riccio's favorite team was the New York Giants. When they moved to San Francisco at the close of the 1957 season he continued to follow their games. "When we were younger and he was still in good health we often went to the Polo Grounds. We would go at least once a month," she recalled. 'IN THE 1930s Mr. Riccio's pool parlor sponsored a baseball team, which played in local leagues. "He was also quite a pool player," Miss Riccio said. "He taught my brother, who is also very goad and most of my sisters can also handle themselves very well at the pool table," she said. When Mr. Riccio closed the pool room at the end of World War II he opened a small neighborhood candy store where he lived at 612 Grand St. However, about 10 years ago because of ill health he had to give up full-time work in the store. 'MY BROTHER took over, but my father used to come in and help out," Miss Riccio said. Mr. Riccio and his wife celebrated their 61st wedding anniversary Aug. 10. "But my father's illness prevented us from having too much of a celebration," Miss Riccio said. Mr. Riccio was born in Jersey City. He was the oldest of nine children of the late Mr. and Mrs. Michael Riccio. The latter Mr. Riccio also had the distinction of owning the first automobile in Hoboken at the turn of the century, according to his grandson. 'IT WAS about the same time that my father opened his first tavern," the son said. Mr. Riccio, 77, who died Thursday was told by his son that his favorite ball player, Willie Mays, hit his 535th home run the day before to become the second greatest home run hitter in baseball history. Besides his wife and eight children, Mr. Riccio is survived by eight grandchildren and three great grandchildren, a brother and four sisters. The funeral was today from the Bosworth Funeral Home, Hoboken. [end] ________________________ Transcription of letter by Cheryl Bracht as published in Asbury Park Press Tuesday, February 18, 1992, page B8, Panorama" Remember when... Aunt Paula sang with Sinatra As a marching band passed by A the crowded streets of Hoboken, New Jersey, people were excitedly waving and yelling, "Here he comes," as a bright red fire engine rode by. My mother instructed me to wave and say hello to Mr. Frank Sinatra. I waved obediently as I was too young to fully comprehend what this lively event was all about. I later learned that the parade was in honor of both Frank and his Dad who had recently been promoted to fire captain. As time went on, I would often hear my mom and relatives tell stories about Frank, of how he and the neighborhood boys enjoyed playing cards at a club called the Cats Meow and of how he would regularly visit my Grandpa Riccio's pool parlor. Grandpa sold pretzels, candy, hot buttered corn on the cob, roasted chestnuts and peanuts on top of a pot-belly stove in winter. Frank especially liked Grandpa's homemade red wine vinegar which he often bought to use at home for salad. My Uncle Mike and Frank were good friends and enjoyed playing pool together. Frank would often lean back on the pool table feet stretching forward and burst into song. This was usually met with a mixed review of cheers and jeers from the neighborhood boys. Mom would often pass by the firehouse where Mr. Sinatra worked on her way to visit a friend. She recalls Mr. Sinatra as being a very friendly fine gentlemen always boastfully proud of his son's singing ability. He would often say, "Just you wait and see, someday my Frankie will be the biggest star in Hollywood." Mom would usually laugh and be on her way, thinking the comments far fetched and silly at most. Franks cousin Marie was one of Mom's best friends. They attended junior high school together and were also taking an after-school beauty culture course. Marie would invite Mom to go and visit her Aunt Dolly. Dolly is fondly remembered as being a warm friendly woman with blue- green smiling eyes. Mom would style her hair in the finger wave which she was taught at school and was always given a generous tip. Later Dolly would offer the girls milk and cookies and would save some for Frank, who was busy singing and playing the piano in another room. My Aunt Paula tells of how she loved to sing the blues and dreamed of being a famous star. She would sometimes visit Frank and they would practice singing at home by his piano. An amateur talent show was to be held in town at the Fabian Theater. Frank was to appear with two other singers; they called themselves The Hoboken Three. Aunt Paula had a solo act. The Hoboken Three performed on stage, won and went on to win other contests. Unfortunately, Aunt Paula had a case of stage fright and did not appear. She often wonders f she too would be famous if she had gone on stage. One of Frank's big breaks came when he was hired to sing on a local radio show sponsored by Broadway Hosiery. His Dad would turn up the volume on the radio in the firehouse for all to hear. After awhile it had become a common sight to see Frank driving through town in a red Roadster sporting dark sun glasses and singing loudly. Later on, when Frank did indeed become a big Hollywood star, he would sometimes bring celebrities into town to meet his relatives. He once brought in his new wife Ava Gardner; it was the talk of the town for years. I wonder, Mr. Sinatra, if you ever think back in time to memories, faces, places in the past, of days spent by your piano in your home on Garden Street, the card games at the Cats Meow, of times when you ate corn on the cob and played pool at Grandpa Riccio's Pool Parlor; of all those times in your past which helped to shape the foundation of what you are today. Cheryl E. Bracht Englishtown [end] _____________________ Transcription of letter by Cheryl Petrignani Bracht of Manalapan, N.J., written May 15, 2010. To Whom It May Concern, I have enclosed some photographs of my mother, Geraldine Petrignani's father, Ralph Riccio. My grandfather owned taverns and pool parlors throughout theyears. The local boys including Frank Sinatra would go to the Cat's Meow, but they would also go to may grandfather Ralph Riccio's pool room at 634 Grand street. Frank would go there very often, shoot pool and sing, which would be met with cheers and jeers from the boys. My grandfather sold pretzels, candy, soda and hot buttered corn on the cob and chestnuts, which were roasted on a pot belly stove. My grandfather made homemade red wine vinegar which Frank would by often to be used for salad. Martin Sinatra and Rocky (the boy who was raised with Frank Sinatra) would also go to may grand parents home often. My grandmother Rose Riccio and Dolly Sinatra grew up as young girls together on Monroe Street and remained good friends. Martin Sinatra and Rocky loved my grandmother Rose Riccio's homemade ravioli dinners. One of my mother Geraldine Petrignani's best friends Marie Jervis was actually a cousin of Frank Sinatra. She and Marie had taken a beauty culture course. After school, Marie would take Mom to Dolly Sinatra's home. Mom was very good at using a marcel iron and Dolly loved how her hair looked in the finger wave she created. For some time Dolly would let no one else style her hair. Dolly would offer Mom and Marie milk and cookies and save some for Frank who would be busy singing and playing the piano in another room. Mom fondly spoke of Dolly as being a warm friendly woman with blue green eyes. Cheryl Petrignani Bracht Malalapan, N.J. (address and phone numbers redacted) [end] Original or Copy: Digital copy Status: OK Status By: dw Status Date: 2010-05-19