In the Carrocci family, Peter was working in the
steel mill in Beach Bottom, West Virginia. All his children were living
at home on Adams Street except Benny. Benny
was driving a city bus in Steubenville. He was living in Mingo Jct. with
his wife, Lucy Taravella, and two daughters Roseanne and Nancy.
Roseanne was born January 18th, 1938 and Nancy on March 25th,
In this picture are Lucy and Benny seated and Roseanna on the
left with Nancy in the back.
Benny never spent any time in the military. He was
exempt from the draft after the United State’s entry into WWII,
because he was married with two children.
Here I am with another one of our mutts. This one was Princey. He
looks like a coyote.
Mary Basil got married in the early 40s. In this picture there is her new husband, Carl Patron of Canton, Ohio, on the right. Mary is standing next to him. Anna is next and on the left was our boarder, Angelo Carpino. That’s me standing in front.
Mary and Carl Patron moved to Canton where Carl worked for the
Pennsylvania Railroad as a mechanic Carl had a daughter, Isabel, by a
previous marriage. Mary gave birth to Carl Patron Jr. in about 1945.
Joe married Delores Montibello on July 17, 1943 at St.
Anthony’s Church in Steubenville. Delores, or Dodo as she was
nicknamed, is shown here with Peter Carrocci, Joe and Candice.
Julius Carrocci went into the Army Air Corps shortly
after the start of the Second World War.
Julie was stationed in the Pacific Theater during the war, more specifically on the conquered Japanese island of Okinawa. He told me once that he had one detail where he had to guard a garbage truck on its way to a dump. He said there was a 50-caliber machine gun mounted on the top of the cab of the big truck. It seems Japanese civilians were so hungry that they would scour through the dump looking for food. It was a pitiful situation.
Julie married Virginia Scott of Shadyside, Ohio. Virginia was born July 30th, 1924. Their first daughter, Signa Jean, was born January 15th, 1946. After his hitch in the service, Julius went to work at Wheeling-Pittsburg Steel Company in Steubenville as a machinist.
Virginia, baby Signa Jean and Julie lived at the
family home on Adams Street for a short time. Eventually, they bought a
lot in Wintersville, Ohio and built a home. In the picture above are
Julie, Signa and Virginia seated and brother Larry with Rosie Bevalaqua
standing behind. Rosie Bevalaqua was a good friend of Theresa Ann
Dominic James, shown here, spent the early 40s going to school
and hanging out with his buddies. Bugs, as he was known all over town,
quit school in the 10th grade and got a job at the Nehi
Bottling Company in Steubenville. Things were great until Anna Carrocci
found out. It seems a teacher asked mama why Bugs wasn’t in school.
She packed his clothes and left them on the back porch for when he came
home. It wasn’t long before he sweet-talked her into letting him back
in the house, even if he did have to start paying rent.
Bugs was drafted into the Army for the duration of the war in
1945. He went to Gainesville, Florida after basic training and learned
to be a Military Policeman, just as his brother Julie before him. Bugs
even stayed with the same family that Julius stayed with in Gainesville.
Back in Steubenville in 1948, Bugs went to work at the Rex Cigar
Store as a dealer. He dealt the wheel, blackjack, poker and craps. It
wasn’t long before he went to work for Jimmie “The Greek” Snyder.
Bugs had a knack for making odds, a talent needed by The Greek.
when he met Helen Mininni, shown here sitting between Bugs and his
father. It was her father who made a deal with Bugs. Frank Mininni told
Bugs could marry Helen if he quit the gambling business. He did and they
did on March 4th 1950.
This is a picture of Jimmy Tripoti taken in August of 1978.From left to right it shows Joe Carrocci, Bugs, brother Larry behind, cousin Larry Carrocci in the back middle, I’m standing behind Aunt Selma. In the center are Jimmy and May Tripoti. Aunt Selma is on the right and Benny Carrocci in front.
On November 13, 1945 Peter Carrocci became Naturalized Citizen of the United States. This was something of which he was very proud. Just think of the accomplishment. He came to a new country, learned to read and write the language and made a success of himself by all the standards of his former country. Yes, there were a lot of bumps in the road and a lot more were to come, but for the moment he certainly could call himself a success.
Anna never did become a U.S. citizen. She had to register as an alien, which she did on this occasion on February 26. 1942. Being a registered alien during wartime meant certain restrictions. They limited travel, carrying firearms, ammunition, radios, and cameras and had to give written notice of change of name, residence, or place of employment. Anna didn’t travel very much, maybe a trip to Canton, Ohio to visit Mary or to Mingo to visit Benny, Lucy and the girls. Mostly she stayed in Steubenville and visited old friends close by. She would walk down Adams Street to the little store on the corner of 9th and Adams. Sometimes she would walk down to 8th street to visit friends.
The one thing that being a registered alien allowed was for Anna
to have a green card, and here it is. The green card proved that she was
a legal resident of the United States.
Larry Martin was a typical Carrocci boy. Lots of rough and tumble
in the neighborhood. I can remember a game he used to play with his
buddies. It was called “strong horse”. One guy would stand up
against a power pole and several others would bend over forming a horse.
The other guys would start jumping on their backs to see how many they
could hold. The team which held the most guys won.
Here’s our sailor in the picture at right with three
of his buddies. There’s no doubt who the Carrocci is in this picture.
After his stint in the Navy, Larry came back to Steubenville and got a
job at the mill working 3 to 11 pm. He also started going to school
during the mornings.
During this time, Bugs and Larry would share a room with their
little brother, me. The big boys shared a double bed while I had a
smaller twin bed. In those days there was just an exposed set of springs
with a mattress on top. Bugs was the smaller of the two and always
complained because he would roll into the middle of the bed and Larry
would roll on top of him.
Brother Larry was a good student as well as a good worker. He left Steubenville and went to Finn College in Cleveland for awhile. He eventually ended up at Ohio State University, where he graduated in 1955 with a degree in industrial engineering. He was the only one of the Peter Carrocci children to get a full college education. We were all very proud of him.
Theresa Ann managed very well growing up in a household full of
boys. She was a helping hand to both Anna and Mary, doing laundry,
assisting in the changing of beds, and setting tables and doing dishes.
She, like the rest of the family had chores to do.
One of the things she did do with me was dance. We used to go to Washington Elementary School at the bottom of Adams Street for after school record hops. We both became good dancers and kept up the practice into our teens. The move to Tucson changed everything, and that’s the next chapter. For sure, there was a lot less dancing and lot more work.
Being the last of the Carrocci children, I had a lot of older
people around me telling me what to do. An older brother getting me to
go out and hunt for cigarette butts so he could get the tobacco out and
roll new cigarettes. That was for brother Bugs and his buddies who had a
small clubhouse in the Scipio garage next door. They used to let me hang
around once in awhile and I thought that was cool. The picture at right
is with Theresa and Isabel Patron.
There was a whole neighborhood to run around in.
Friends on Edgar Avenue, which was halfway down the Adams Street hill,
and singing in the Washington Elementary School chorus.
One of the best times was playing ball. The kids
would take a rolled up newspaper and use it as a football. We would play
tackle ball on the street. We’d also play baseball in the lot at the
Colored Recreation Center. All the baseballs we used were wrapped with
black electricians tape. No one could afford a new baseball.
This is Peter Carrocci’s Jehovah’s Witness
group. Anna is number two. I’m number four. It is one the last times I
was with the group.
The battle between father and son was joined. Peter
would drag me to the meetings, clutching my wrist in one hand and his
books in the other. If no one was going in the door at the same time,
Pop would sometimes let go of my wrist to open the door. I would run
across the street and climb over a chain-link fence to get away. I would
then turn around and look at pop, knowing that I would later get a
severe beating when he next caught up to me. This went on for several
weeks until Peter finally gave up.