Saints P&P preserve us; it’s
flashback time!
Leatrice Yokay Greaser, Class of
1950, who lives in Fairmont, loaned me this 1998 Fairmont Times tribute to Sts.
Peter and Paul School, which had just closed.
It brings back many warm memories.
In the grades 1-3 photo is Rosemary
Raymond Pagliaro, Carmen’s wife, who lives in Fairmont.
Her brother is the late
Bob Raymond, also of Fairmont, and a former Monongah High football player who
is in the grades 6-8 photo.
Bobby and I were great friends who lived across from each other on Church and Thomas streets before
either one of us showed up at Sts. Peter and Paul. In fact, because I attended
a year before Bobby, he ran away from home and slinked into my classroom during
one of my first days in first grade. The nuns chuckled and returned Bobby to
his mother, Mary Dudiak Raymond, who was married to Angelo Raymond.
When Consolidation Coal Company sold the houses they were renting to the miners because they knew they were going to shut down the mine in a few years, my parents, Lena Futten Olesky and John W. Olesky, bought the Church Street home that the Raymonds were renting because it had indoor plumbing and our Thomas Street house did not. The Raymonds moved to Frogtown, buying a house and running a tavern below their home.
In the same row in the photo are
Carol and Rosemary Lushinsky Tetrick, who lived two doors away from the Olesky
family on Church Street.
Then there’s David Carlot, who played
football at Monongah High and operated a store where his parents, Julie and
Gene Carlot, once had the world’s greatest hot dogs, or so I thought till I
damn near choked to death on one (my fault; you can’t bite half a weiner in one
gulp when you’re about 7 years old because the throat can’t let it slide down,
but wedges it).
Dave’s sister, Joyce Carlot Lellilo,
passed away and is in the 6-8 photo.
And Henry “Dinkle” Martin, who kicked the game-winning extra point that gave Monongah the 1955 state football title.
And Lorraine Koloskie, daughter of a
Marion County deputy sheriff, Frank Koloskie, who tried his best to keep the
facietously named Gang That Terrorized Marion County from doing permanent
damage to itself. Frank showed up at our house with the shoes I left behind when the cops caught us swimming in the Fairmont Field Club swimming pool at 3 a.m. When I saw my Dad standing next to me in my upstairs bedroom when I woke up the next morning, I knew I hadn't gotten away with my exploits by walking home barefoot for three miles on blacktop road.
Lorraine and my sister, Jackie Olesky Straight, who lives in
Rivesville, were best friends at Sts. Peter and Paul and Monongah High.
Lorraine passed away tragically in the south at a young age and left behind too
many daughters.
In the grades 6-8 photo there is
Eugene “Hammer” Tartell, center on Monongah High’s football team, who lives in
Dayton, Ohio.
And Ernie “Frog” Manzo, who lived in
Stony Lonesome and caddied with me at Fairmont Field Club. He got the “Frog”
appellation because he could make a noise like one. Sadly, Ernie has passed
away.
And Billy Maskers, also known as
Billy Cominski, brother of Melvin Kominski, both Monongah High athletes who
lived on Camden Avenue. Their grandparents, who reared them, were close friends
with my grandparents, Mary Peremba Olesky and Martin Olesky, of Mogilno,
Poland, who lived on Walnut Street (later, across the street on Pike Avenue)
with their daughter and son-in-law, Helen Olesky Kerekes and Steve Kerekes.
And Barbara Skarzinski, who lived
with her sister Yanit so far out Camden Avenue that you were going down the
hill and out of town after you passed their house on U.S. 19.
And Jackie Olesky Straight, my
sister.
And Evelyn Kasper Boggess, who lives
in the home she grew up in with her parents in the Frogtown section of Monongah off U.S. 19 after you drive south past the
Union Hall and Pepsi Meffe’s service station.
Her brother is Bob Kasper, who
lives in South Lyon and Presque Isle, Michigan (summer home on Grand Lake), my
best friend since first grade at Sts. Peter and Paul.
And the late Josephine Catania, who lived two doors away from the Olesky family on Thomas Street before she moved to Covina, California with her siblings Angelo, Alex and Mary Catania
Heywood (sister Pauline Catania Allard lives in San Antonio, Texas with husband
Omer Allard).
And Father John McNulty, the bishop’s
solution to Monongah Italians demanding an Italian priest for Our Lady of
Pompeii and Monongah Poles demanding a Polish priest for St. Stanislaus.
The bishop
sent an Irish priest to say Mass at both churches, at a time when my Aunt
Frances Olesky Fazio, because she married Renzy Fazio, went from belonging to
the St. Stanislaus Ladies Society and always going to church there one Sunday
to, as Mrs. Renzy Fazio, belonging to the Our Lady of Pompeii Ladies Society
and going only to Pompeii Church the next Sunday.
It was as if Polish and Italian
Catholics belonged to different religions till the bishop had had enough and
thought it was time to bring everyone under the same umbrella.
And, most of all, there is Sister Agnes, who gave me such a solid foundation in grammar that I made a 43-year newspaper career out of it. I've told the tale often, but Sister Agnes would read Nancy Drew Mysteries to us in grades 6-8 but, when it got to the good part, put the book on the shelf, forcing us to read it to find out how it turned out. I was the designated reader of my classmates.
Thanks, Leatrice, for bringing back a
lot of good memories from way, way back. As valedictorian of the 1946 Sts.
Peter and Paul class (I only had to beat out 8 people and was fortunate that
Jeanie Nagel Viglianco, a widow living in Fairmont, got double-promoted out of my class because she was
pretty terrific academic competition for me), I am grateful.
If you have memories of any one in
the Sts. Peter and Paul photos, email John Olesky at jo4wvu@neo.rr.com and I’ll add them to this
Monongah High Alumni blog. So many of them became part of the fabric of your
life at Monongah High, even if you went to Thoburn or East Monongah or outside
Monongah during your primary education.
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