I know this is a smelly subject but does anyone remember when BB had it's own dump just outside of town? One of my first jobs out of high school before my first year at college was working a summer for the BB Sanitation Department. One morning I was assigned to the sanitation truck to pick up garbage. After we got the truck full, we went to the dump and unloaded. All of a sudden this guy comes from nowhere in this bulldozer and starts spreading what we just unlaoded around the dump. He was one grubby looking guy ( I apologize if he was related to anyone on this site) I think his name was Eddie. His only job was to stay out in the dump and move and bury the garbage that the trucks brought in. In the hot humid days of summer, that's a pretty ripe job. Anyway, I believe there a number of apartment buildings on the site now.
I know this is a smelly subject but does anyone remember when BB had it's own dump just outside of town? One of my first jobs out of high school before my first year at college was working a summer for the BB Sanitation Department. One morning I was assigned to the sanitation truck to pick up garbage. After we got the truck full, we went to the dump and unloaded. All of a sudden this guy comes from nowhere in this bulldozer and starts spreading what we just unlaoded around the dump. He was one grubby looking guy ( I apologize if he was related to anyone on this site) I think his name was Eddie. His only job was to stay out in the dump and move and bury the garbage that the trucks brought in. In the hot humid days of summer, that's a pretty ripe job. Anyway, I believe there a number of apartment buildings on the site now.
I remember the dump well right on the other side of the Rotary in town across from East St. There are no apartment buildings on the site as of today. Part of it was turned into park at one time. Haven't been back there since they re-aligned Main Street in BB. As far as I know part of it is still a park.
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The Police dept. had a shooting range there also..
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Oh yeah... I missed that... must have been the bold type I skipped right over it...or I was looking at the avatar picture...
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Here's a little story about how the trash ended up in the Bound Brook dump. It is from a book about growing up in Bound Brook called Delinquency Lessons and available at Lulu.com (soon to be released in paperback). To see the cartoon referred to in the story go to youtube.com and search for Le Petite Parade.
David
Lesson 9: Talk Trash
"Lets go Wiley, the garbage truck's coming" shouts Beulah over the television.
"Yes!" I yell jumping up from Fractured Fairy Tales.
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Garbage cans were always loaded on the first trash day after Christmas. The previous year we had tried raiding them in front of houses but were chased away. This year we had plotted to follow the truck to see what the garbage man dumped into the trash smasher, hoping to grab anything good before it was swallowed up.
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Three big black birds flap over the truck as we run out to the road. The driver is wearing a Santa hat and tosses us a couple pieces of Bazooka.
"Nice grab Weeds" laughs Newsy from the passenger seat.
He climbs down and joins us at the back of the truck.
"My old man's at the wheel" he explains. "He started throwing candy to German kids from his tank after the liberation of Dachau."
A little Italian guy in dirty oversized greens gives us a wink from a ledge on the side of the truck as it moves out to the next house.
"Ze King, rut tut tut ta, ze Premier, rut tut tut ta, zen all ze ministeres" I chant.
"Dude, that's the 1959 Harveytune La Petite Parade" exclaims Newsy.
"Army, rut tut tut ta, Navy, rut tut tut ta, and Department Sanitaire" we all sing as the truck pulls up to another set of cans.
"Standa back" the guy warns, swinging one up and dumping it in as we crane to see.
He reaches into the trash with black rubber gloves and flashes a toothsome smile as he hands Beulah an Etcha Sketch dribbling gray powder from a crack across the front.
"Ze King, rut tut tut ta, ze Premiere, rut tut tut ta, zen all ze ministeres" we continue down the block as the crows swirl over the back of the truck.
Pinching his nose with one hand, the guy lifts out an old Childkraft encylopedia with a little purplish ketchupy stuff dripping from it.
"Here, here" claims Newsy to no objections as Mazurk joins the march behind the truck.
"Army, rut tut tut ta, Navy, rut tut tut ta, and Department Sanitaire ... Boom ... Plop" we conclude pulling up to the last house on the loop.
Amid tissue paper, cardboard boxes, and kitchen scraps an electric football set tumbles into the dumpster of the truck.
"No!" Mazurk and I scream as the garbage man reaches for the flush handle.
"It's mine" we both shout.
"You'll play for it" Beulah decides.
We sneak the ratty box into our rec room, dump the contents onto the floor, and plug in the metal field. I line up eleven red players on one side, Mazurk the white players on the other. Beulah flips the switch and twenty-two little men buzz into a big dent at midfield, starting a slow skittering circle.
One of those little Italian guys on the back of that BB sanitation Truck was Dominick Oleastro, who also was a special police officer for BBPD at the time. You were a good man Dominick. Bound Brook had a lot of great personalities of Polish and Italian (and other nationalities) back then. May they all RIP and it was a priviledge and honor knowing them. God, I miss those days. Reputation and word of mouth meant something.
One of those little Italian guys on the back of that BB sanitation Truck was Dominick Oleastro, who also was a special police officer for BBPD at the time. You were a good man Dominick. Bound Brook had a lot of great personalities of Polish and Italian (and other nationalities) back then. May they all RIP and it was a priviledge and honor knowing them. God, I miss those days. Reputation and word of mouth meant something.
Baduce, I knew Dominick Oleastro. Did he pass away? I never heard anything as I know he was ill. If he did pass away and someone can confirm lets try to find his obituary and post it on this forum with the others.
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Sorry, I made the assumption that he has passed since he seemed to have had at least 20 years on me at that time. Did you ever have his home made soppressada?
Sorry, I made the assumption that he has passed since he seemed to have had at least 20 years on me at that time. Did you ever have his home made soppressada?
Baduce, No I never had the opportunity to try Dominicks Soppressada. You must of known him better then I got to know him. You know he was a real Italian to make Soppressada as he must of brought his secret recipe over here to the States to be able to make it. For those not knowing what we are talking about Soppressada is an Italian Salami. Not just anyone could make it. I am sure Dominick brought over with him what he learned from his parents while living in Italy. The old Italians made many different food items in the past that myself a 2nd generation Italian born here will never get to know how to make. Not many of us as kids back in the day seemed to care at the time but if I had to do it all over again knowing what I know now I think I would of tried to absorb a little more of that knowledge while I had the chance. I don't have the chance anymore in my case.
-- Edited by RollingStone at 13:42, 2009-01-20
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Stone, I feel the same way. My Grandmother and Mother made such wonderful Italian dishes when I was growing up and I just took it for granted that they would keep coming....someone would always be there to make them. But the sad truth is, if you don't learn how to make them while your parents and grandparents are still with you, you are never, ever going to taste those great recipes again
Yeah, Dominick, that was the trash guy who was nice to all those pesky kids trying to scrounge behind the garbage truck. Sounds like he was a talented cook, I wish I could've tried his soprasada. In the sixties there were also some good Italian cooks in the LaMonte School and BBHS cafeterias. Nowadays the school lunches are made from pre-packaged and canned ingredients but those Italian women made everything from scratch. My first taste of lasagna and manicotti was at school, later at the Monte Carmelo festa. I kind of took it for granted then but sure can't find any authentic Italian cooking here is this part of WV.
Same thing with the "Polocks" My Aunt Helen was the last of the old time Polish cooks in our family. She always made Halupke & Pierogi's for us. This "New Generation" only open can's & frozen meals. As everyone stated above we should have paid more attention when growing up.
I know this is a smelly subject but does anyone remember when BB had it's own dump just outside of town? One of my first jobs out of high school before my first year at college was working a summer for the BB Sanitation Department. One morning I was assigned to the sanitation truck to pick up garbage. After we got the truck full, we went to the dump and unloaded. All of a sudden this guy comes from nowhere in this bulldozer and starts spreading what we just unlaoded around the dump. He was one grubby looking guy ( I apologize if he was related to anyone on this site) I think his name was Eddie. His only job was to stay out in the dump and move and bury the garbage that the trucks brought in. In the hot humid days of summer, that's a pretty ripe job. Anyway, I believe there a number of apartment buildings on the site now.
Eddie had a nickname it was "Scubby" I believe his last name was Waltman. He used to hangout at the Rathskellar with a bunch of other good and missed old timers from B.B. I drank many a days and nights with them and miss them all. Gone but not forgotten.
BROOKER wrote:Eddie had a nickname it was "Scubby" I believe his last name was Waltman. He used to hangout at the Rathskellar with a bunch of other good and missed old timers from B.B. I drank many a days and nights with them and miss them all. Gone but not forgotten.
-- Edited by BROOKER at 16:48, 2009-01-24
Brooker, I remember a Rita Waltman from high school. Maybe she is his daughter. Class of '68 if I remember correctly.
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BROOKER wrote:Eddie had a nickname it was "Scubby" I believe his last name was Waltman. He used to hangout at the Rathskellar with a bunch of other good and missed old timers from B.B. I drank many a days and nights with them and miss them all. Gone but not forgotten.
-- Edited by BROOKER at 16:48, 2009-01-24
Brooker, I remember a Rita Waltman from high school. Maybe she is his daughter. Class of '68 if I remember correctly.
If im not mistaken I think she is his daughter and she married Carl Tocci from W.Second St.
Dominic was a member of the Bound Brook Fire Department, Relief Fire Company #4, was fire police for many years. He would bring strong provolone cheese to the fire house, so tasty. The other thing I remember of him was always taking pictures with his camera at almost all of the activities of the fire department, there must be boxes upon boxes of pictures somewhere. I believe he passed away several years ago.
Dominic was a member of the Bound Brook Fire Department, Relief Fire Company #4, was fire police for many years. He would bring strong provolone cheese to the fire house, so tasty. The other thing I remember of him was always taking pictures with his camera at almost all of the activities of the fire department, there must be boxes upon boxes of pictures somewhere. I believe he passed away several years ago.
Hes alive and well and still living on Grove Ave.
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-- Edited by RollingStone on Monday 26th of April 2010 08:08:57 PM
If I am not mistaken I could of swore I saw Dominic working the parking and traffic at the Imperial in Bound Brook not too long ago when it was open before the flood.
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If I am not mistaken I could of swore I saw Dominic working the parking and traffic at the Imperial in Bound Brook not too long ago when it was open before the flood.
He'd been working for them since at least after the '99 flood.
Some great names were mentioned on this site. I remember chasing the Garbage truck and getting the candy.
Growing up back then with the Italian & Polish foods was the best. With a last name of Lazenby [neither Italian or Polish] I lived in the best place to live and learned a lot even thou I didnt realize at that time.
I'm Eddie (Scubby)Waltmans daughter Rita. It was great hearing some old memories of my dad. He is surely missed. Thanks for keeping great memories alive.
Class of '68 if I remember correctly.