Everyone was so happy that day, I didn’t know why they were happy but I was happy too. I rode on daddy’s shoulders down 13th avenue, passed the Endicott theater, the waving and happy people kissing in the street.
Grandma bought me a Mello-Roll and now I was getting to play horsey. Giddiup horsey! Smacking daddy’s head. I could see everyone from Daddy’s shoulders; Everybody waved at me and I waved back! I was blowing kisses and everyone blew kisses at me!
Daddy gave me a little stick with a funny cloth attached. He said it was a flag and I should wave it. So wave it I did!
Fat Tony came out of his candy store, Angie in her apron and house dress
Daddy shook Fat Tony’s hand and gave Angie a big hug
“Frankie boy!” That was me. “Have a Charlotte Russe!” I love Charlotte Russe. Fat Tony went to the glass case and took one out.
“No! I want that one!” Ok. Ok. Did I say I love Charlotte Russe? Pushing up the bottom of the cardboard cup eating all the whipped cream and the cherry to get at the flat yellow cake.
“I have no nickel!” It’s on the house today Frankie boy!
“It’s not on the house! It’s in the cup!” Smiles. Such a smart boy.
“Daddy, why is everyone so happy?”
“The war is over Frankie”
“Daddy, what’s a war?”
Angie’s lip began to tremble as she covered them with her fingertips. Soon her apron covered her face as she turned into the candy store passed the picture in the window of the man in the funny pointed hat under a golden star.
I couldn’t know why but I felt I had done something very wrong.
Fat Tony gently pinched my cheek, took me down from daddy’s shoulders hugged me. Kissed me.
“You should never know Frankie boy. God willing you should never know”
Fat Tony wiped his eye and slowly turned back into his store.
One of the earliest memories of my childhood. VJ day in Brooklyn. This is for Fat Tony and Angie, where ever they are, who lost their son Anthony in Italy.