Elliott Tessler, b. 1948 Congregation Shivtei Yeshuron Ezras Israel Fourth and Emily Streets

I remember the things that I would see on the street — an organ grinder and a monkey, a horse with a guy who would take your picture on the horse. I remember horse-drawn milk carts. And the horse actually knew the route. When the driver would take the couple of bottles of milk to put on the step, the horse would go to the next stop. We had slaughterhouses here, and every now and then the trucks would break down and the cows would walk up McKean Street. The fish peddler with a rolling wheel barrel with a flat top with ice piled with fish, and the cats would follow him up and down the street. You'd go out, pick out a fish and he would clean it for you and scrape all the waste in a hole on the top of his platform. And where did the hole go? Right back on the street. The straw-cushioned flatbed trucks with watermelons. The Javal-water man. You would hear: "Javal water!" Then if you played with the Italian kids on the other side of Broad Street, they would say, "Aqua di Javal." It was the same guy!