tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post2099144460711227253..comments2023-12-23T08:23:36.295-08:00Comments on counting knuckles: The StoreLorraine Heitzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13677455179197763064noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post-89573544253466602592020-05-04T09:32:15.909-07:002020-05-04T09:32:15.909-07:00Hi Lorraine, So well written! Spent many hours in ...Hi Lorraine, So well written! Spent many hours in the store. I can picture every aisle. Walked to Sewanhaka with Howie everyday. Also worked at Harolds through high school and college. Can still see your Dad pulling in for gas in a Buick station wagon (brown, if I'm remembering correctly). I also remember your Mom did a fantastic painting of Harold in front of the gas pumps. Any idea where that is? Would love to get a photo. Thanks for bring back some nice memories!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09375419088129864134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post-38294895494195932482018-01-13T11:27:06.443-08:002018-01-13T11:27:06.443-08:00Thanks for reading and responding! My brother, who...Thanks for reading and responding! My brother, who worked at the store, recalled your father's name. I always thought Handy Andy was a great place, but it is wonderful to hear from so many people who agree. There is a thread on the Garden City fb page about Handy Andy that you might be interested in reading...lots of reminiscing about Covert Avenue. Best, LorraineLorraine Heitzmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13677455179197763064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post-27550000900130833362018-01-09T07:26:54.576-08:002018-01-09T07:26:54.576-08:00I loved this article!!! I have sooo many fond memo...I loved this article!!! I have sooo many fond memories of Handy Andy having grown up within walking distance. My dad, Alfred Kiefer Sr, had an account there and would be billed monthly with a discount!! LOVED that store and I immediately recognized your dad from the picture.....alfiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07999522126748678580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post-34358006467680414802017-07-10T11:39:38.589-07:002017-07-10T11:39:38.589-07:00Oh, yes...the springs! I doubt my father was judg...Oh, yes...the springs! I doubt my father was judgmental because my mother was an artist and he was very familiar with that behavior. I also am guilty of it, so it seems perfectly normal to me. Glad you enjoyed your time there and found what you needed.<br />Lorraine Heitzmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13677455179197763064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post-38529982470453448512017-07-10T08:35:39.022-07:002017-07-10T08:35:39.022-07:00Your Father probably thought I was a pain in the A...Your Father probably thought I was a pain in the A$$ because I always came in not knowing what I wanted because it was never anything conventional I was looking for. Back then I was involved in all kinds of projects for film production and I would say to him I don't know what I need, but when I see it, I'll let you know. If I needed something to make a prop, I wouldn't know exactly how I was going to make it so I would spend 45 minutes looking at parts and formulating what and how I could use them to build whatever weird thing I was working on. I remember they had a board with all the different springs they carried permanently fixed to it. I would always ask if I could see the actual spring so I could stretch or compress it myself to judge if it would work for my purposes... 99% of the time, I would come out of there with exactly what I needed. I probably would have gotten thrown out of most other places for being a "NUT"- Thanks again for the great article!Rich Terranahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11039391635753411903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post-2781535817241710882017-07-09T18:47:35.738-07:002017-07-09T18:47:35.738-07:00Thank you so much. It was fun for me to relive th...Thank you so much. It was fun for me to relive those years too. <br />Lorraine Heitzmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13677455179197763064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post-50969176039845967402017-07-09T15:26:29.303-07:002017-07-09T15:26:29.303-07:00And yes, Christmas time would not have been comple...And yes, Christmas time would not have been complete in Stewart Manor without the decorative window displays, and the ornaments, and the holiday cheer at Handy Andy's store... Loved it all! (But don't tell anyone I said that. I wouldn't want anyone to think I was sentimental about all that stuff)... :-)<br />Rich Terranahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11039391635753411903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post-23142134753235243722017-07-09T15:20:57.587-07:002017-07-09T15:20:57.587-07:00Wow, what an awesome & well written article Lo...Wow, what an awesome & well written article Lorraine! I could almost smell the smells of the days in Handy Andy's as I read your vivid descriptions which triggered so many other fond memories of that time in my life. Thank you so much and God bless your father and everyone else mentioned in this slice of time you have rendered with your words!Rich Terranahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11039391635753411903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post-67087460671133191242016-08-27T14:29:11.375-07:002016-08-27T14:29:11.375-07:00Thanks, Steve. I guess the pervasive smell was ol...Thanks, Steve. I guess the pervasive smell was old wood, with a hint of fertilizer and notes of oil. In remembering the store, lots of memories of sights and sounds came back. What I wish I could recall were specific events. But I guess that is why I am primarily a visual artist!Lorraine Heitzmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13677455179197763064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338142036749107041.post-7786707250882043882016-08-27T14:09:03.015-07:002016-08-27T14:09:03.015-07:00Nicely written Lorraine. I'll bet the store ha...Nicely written Lorraine. I'll bet the store had a wonder smell to it. I remember going with my dad to old junk yards looking for car parts that he would use to repair his old 48 chevy. The smells, sights and sounds of those old places resonate with me to this day. Not to mention the bean soup at the local beanery where we ate lunch.Steve Gibsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11305355401070457018noreply@blogger.com