Sure mom...
...Grampa was a completely legitimate Italian business man during the Roaring Twenties...
(he's the handsome and slightly dangerous looking fella in the center with rakishly tipped topper). Yes, believe it or not, my Mom reacts with surprise and dismay when we try to explain why exactly her father was able to buy a house during the Depression. He was later able to transition it into a thriving liquor advertising business in the Thirties (you wouldn't BELIEVE the amazing hooch merchandise I was brought up around), but he still had friends with names like Crackerjack. He passed away when I was about 7, but I still remember him so clearly, in his 70's Sharkskin suits, big gorgeously gaudy pinkie rings and cufflinks.
I'm making a sort of ancestor altar and I dug this photo up....at first I thought it was one of those dress up photobooth shots, but then I was like, why would guys in the twenties be dressing up like....well, guys from the twenties? No my friends, this is the real deal, speakeasy bar and all (probably somewhere in New Haven, CT, as that was a fairly thriving entry point for bootleggers).
(he's the handsome and slightly dangerous looking fella in the center with rakishly tipped topper). Yes, believe it or not, my Mom reacts with surprise and dismay when we try to explain why exactly her father was able to buy a house during the Depression. He was later able to transition it into a thriving liquor advertising business in the Thirties (you wouldn't BELIEVE the amazing hooch merchandise I was brought up around), but he still had friends with names like Crackerjack. He passed away when I was about 7, but I still remember him so clearly, in his 70's Sharkskin suits, big gorgeously gaudy pinkie rings and cufflinks.
I'm making a sort of ancestor altar and I dug this photo up....at first I thought it was one of those dress up photobooth shots, but then I was like, why would guys in the twenties be dressing up like....well, guys from the twenties? No my friends, this is the real deal, speakeasy bar and all (probably somewhere in New Haven, CT, as that was a fairly thriving entry point for bootleggers).