Making Angie Cry – August,1945 – from the Archive

Toritto – 1945

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 at the 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 with 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!!”  A puzzled look,

“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 ,wherever they are, who lost their son Anthony at Anzio.




About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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5 Responses to Making Angie Cry – August,1945 – from the Archive

  1. Don Ostertag says:

    My thoughts go out to all the Angies and Fat Tonys. If only Fat Tony’s wish had come true. Thanks for the lovely post, Toritto.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. beetleypete says:

    A wonderful tribute to Anthony and his parents, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Jennie says:

    This was a beautiful tribute, Frank. What a memory!

    Liked by 1 person

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