July 15, 2015
Hopedale in July
Additions to hope1842.com during the past two weeks include: The Water Cure House (Article by Peter
Hackett written shortly after it was razed.) A Walk in the Parklands - Saltbox Road (Proposed Powder Hill
Estates development discussed by Planning Board, 1970) Now and Then - Griffin-Dennett Apartments
(News photo of the board members in 1962.) Deaths
On July 4 and 5, there were over 50 hits on the Floods in Hopedale page. All of them said, "Referrer:
Facebook." Normally that page gets one or two hits a month. I can't imagine what must have been said about
it on Facebook that prompted so many to take a look. It seems that among those of you reading this page,
there must be a few who saw the link to it on Facebook. I'm hoping someone reading this can satisfy my
curiosity and let me know what it was that sent so many to look at the articles and pictures of the floods.
In spite of the apparent adequacy of this schoolhouse (the original Hopedale High School), it was not many
years before classes were being held in strange corners under the roof, and below the stairs, and my temper
was being permanently soured by being tramped over by pupils squeezing their way to class. So in 1926,
Princess Boncompagni gave the site of her father's house, with its fine trees, in the heart of the town for the
fine building of which you are all so proud. Lucy Day, History of Hopedale Schools (The link goes to two
histories of the early years of the Hopedale schools: one by Lucy Day, and the other by her sister-in-law,
The possible acquisition of nearly 20 acres of land on Plain Street for future recreational development was
discussed by the Conservation Commission at a meeting in the Town Hall last night. Milford Daily News,
September 2, 1964
By Mike Cyr
The old Thomas Wolfe quote “you can’t go home again” came to me this week. But not with its traditional
meaning of once you have left your country town or provincial backwater city for a sophisticated metropolis
you cannot return to the narrow confines of your previous way of life and, more generally, attempts to relive
youthful memories will always fail. But more that those youthful memories are what makes “home” so
special. Anyone who grew up in Hopedale can go back and still see basically the same streets and buildings
and of course some additions and some cosmetic changes. What’s missing is the people, the happenings
of the time, the tastes and the smells.
For me, this week was the occasion was my 62nd Birthday and my wife and I had stopped by a Florida
franchise fast food joint called PDQ. There they had one of those new Coke mixing/dispensing machines.
Giving a choice of literally hundreds of flavor combinations, I chose the Coke Zero with vanilla flavor and as I
munched away at my Buffalo Chicken Finger Sandwich, I drew the vanilla Coke through the straw and almost
immediately was brought back to the lunch counter at George Mongiat’s Pharmacy, and as if it was yesterday
Stella Williams behind the counter with not a fancy computerized mixing station but a line of chrome covered
syrup dispensers with flavors for ice cream, frappes, milk shakes and that special vanilla Coke. There was a
pair of kind of goose necked shaped dispensers with big black handles on for just water; the other for the
carbonated water. And Stella was the master of mixology there.
So here in the 2015 Florida PDQ Chicken place, on my 62nd birthday, I begin to visit home. Because truly that
is the only way you can visit the home of your childhood.
The Hopedale Pharmacy is a great place to start.
Now we are talking about 1960’s Hopedale. The Shop - not the Draper Mill Complex – The Shop was going
guns of fire. As a country we were still living large in those Post WWII victory years.
The Hopedale Pharmacy was such an interesting place. The building, the Harrison Block, had the pharmacy
and luncheonette downstairs and apartments upstairs. I know because my Great Aunt Gladys lived up there.
Upstairs there were two additional floors with I think only two apartments on each floor. Two things that really
stick in my mind was the fact that the stairs going up were so awfully steep that I think each step was 16
inches tall! Once up to the first floor to the left was Gladys’ apartment. Only two rooms, a living room and
kitchen. The really neat thing was the big closet that had a Murphy Bed that folded out. I always thought that
these beds were only in the movies. I often wonder if they are still there.
Down stairs on the Pharmacy side, on the outside was an old Rexall sign hanging from an old rusted pole
protruding from the building. As you walked in it was a quiet, perhaps more quiet than the Library up the
street. The mixture of medicinal odors would greet your olfactory senses. Now this was the days before the
phone company installed a pay phone outside the building. Tucked away in the corner was a very sturdy
phone booth that had to have been installed in the twenties. Solid walnut wood on the outside metal on the
inside with a light that came on as you closed the bi-fold glass doors. I would always check the coin slot for a
nickel left behind…. And yes, a phone call was a nickel as long as you were calling in the GReenleaf 3
exchange. From the front of the store you would walk past displays with all kinds of strange medical devices
from hot water bottles to your grandmother’s support hose. Then a line of greeting cards. At the back counter
he had an offering of candies and various remedies like single serve packets of Bromo-seltzer and
powdered aspirin. George Mongiat stood high above it all, behind the upper counter with the prescriptions
and formulary concoctions he would blend. Always with a serious look on his face – you felt he held the
health of an entire community in his hands. His hair always neatly parted in the middle, crisply starched shirt
and bow tie. He and his side of the building seemed to fit so well together; quiet, neat and the serious side of
As you turned the corner and crossed over the luncheonette side of things, that’s where Stella reigned. Stella
was such gregarious personality. A classic depression era lady. I remember she was a tall buxomly woman
with a bright smile, sparkling blue eyes and light blond hair which I always suspected was compliments of a
rinse from the other side of the store.
Lots of guys from The Shop went to George's Pharmacy or the Town Hall Spa for lunch, so the lunch counter
was always hopping and Stella was always quick with a smile or a laugh and all these WWII Vets loved
coming over for lunch. It seemed like everybody was dressed in jeans and a blue denim CPO shirt.
My memories of Stella are how well she made grilled cheese sandwiches and how perfectly she mixed a
vanilla Coke. I also remember one day in particular; a really different day at the luncheon counter. Remember
we were only about 20 years away from VJ Day, when Drapers had some Japanese engineers visiting the
You could cut the air with a knife. I was at the back end of the lunch counter to get a vanilla Coke before going
to Billy Draper's to pick up the papers for my paper route and there at the end of the counter were three
Japanese guys in short sleeve white shirts and ties. The rest of the place was filled with WWII Vets being
polite enough, but there was a real uneasiness that even I, the 12 year old, could feel.
Stella comes to the back of the luncheonette with the sternest look I had ever seen on her face and she said
to a couple of the guys, “I never thought I’d see the day I would have a couple of Japs sitting at my counter.”
With that she turned to me and with a big grin said, “What will ya have, Hon? I’ll bet a Vanilla Coke.”
The Harrison Block Ezine Menu HOME
Vanilla Coke by Mike Cyr tells of the Hopedale Pharmacy in the mid-1960s. The picture above
was taken in 1983. Duino Ruscitti (left)and Sten Hattersley (3rd from left) have been identified.
the following about the photo from Jack Hanley:
(Vanilla Coke) Duino Ruscitti is on the left and my dad is on the far right of the picture. His
name Is George E. Hanley - it's nice to see him smiling and bs'ing with the boys. George
passed soon after this picture.
George grew up at 17 Bancroft Park and was a proficient Tool and Die maker at Drapers for 40
years. Also he was an accomplished musician (Trumpet) and part of the Milford Jazz/band
scene - friends with Boots Mussulli, Ziggy Minichello....... We have a bunch of band pictures
from that wonderful era when many of the big bands played In Milford. My dad was on stage
when the stage collapsed at the Milford Band Concert in the early '70's.....so many