Those coming here today looking for a story about sloppy civic leadership will be disappointed. This post is literally about butchers, more specifically, some butchers at Allentown Packing Company.
A few days ago, while at the Fairground's Farmers Market, I learned that Bobby had passed away. Bobby was the "kid" who worked at my father's meat market on Union Street. Bobby grew up in an orphanage, a hardship which my father respected. One meat cutter that I knew nothing about was Lamont, other than he lived at the West End Hotel. He was a bear of a man, who could carry a beef quarter from the cooler with no effort. I never saw Lamont in the market portion of the shop, he always remained in the back, either in the large cooler or the adjoining cutting room. While my father insisted that people working on the counter change their meat coat and apron several times during the day, no such rule was imposed upon Lamont. Although he would look over the trays of meat before being taken out to the display cases, he never spoke.
Last time I spoke to Bobby, he told me that he appreciated that my father had taught him a trade, which he used throughout his life.
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What year was this business closed? As a kid you remember certain things. I was real small and I had to get permission from my mother but I walked down there with an older friend of mine to pick up meat for his mom and dad and I do remember that place that had to be 1962 61 maybe
ReplyDeleteMy father stopped operating the market in about 1970. However, before A&B demolished the building for parking, it was rented for a few years to another concern which sold meat by the package, such as 250lbs. of assorted cuts.
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