Between Second and Third streets was the stately home of Dr. Teeter.  Talk about memories: On the opening day of school in 1966, Artie Fonden and I got into a fight at Barringer that spilled out onto the street, through Branch Brook Park, down Orange Street and ended behind this house when Artie broke his hand on my head.  We were best friends again five minutes later.


Next to Dr. Teeter's, on the corner of Third Street, was the neighborhood hardware store, B&G. 


And across Third Street was Belfiore's Market, aka Bubbles'. When I think of Roseville, this is the store I remember best.  Down the block were the Stefanelli Bros. plumbing company, Ideal Liquors, where my old man bought his Rheingold, a pet shop and a Chinese laundry.  Also visible is Vulcania's Restaurant, and, across Fourth, Hopp's Drug Store.


Looking across Orange to the north side, we see Rogol's Market.  Max Rogol always had a bevy of cats hanging around who used to piss on the paper bags under the produce counters.  His answer to complaints was always the same, in his heavy Jewish accent: "Cats no piss on bags, dollink -- cats piss outside."  A couple doors down was Lucy's Luncheonette, a five-star eatery (in our minds), where a buck bought you a delectable meatball sandwich, ziti and a coke.  Farther down was Frank's Barber Shop and a few more stores I can't quite reconstruct in my memory.


Still on the north side, at the corner of Fourth Street, we see the old Leo's Bar, which at some point became Flynn's Cafe, about which I remember absolutely nothing.


Still looking at the north side of Orange at Fourth, we see the old Gulf Station, I think it was, which featured Super No-Nox.  Farther down were Larry's Market and Nason's Butcher Shop.  A bonus of these photos is seeing the vintage cars on the street.  There's a nice Buick in the foreground and a Packard parked near Larry's.


Still on Fourth, looking back to the south side of Orange we see the fabulous Vulcania's Restaurant on the corner.  From 1952 to 1960 we lived on Fourth, and I fondly recall walking down to Vulcania's to get the family a pizza.  It was a popular spot, not just because of the great food, but because they had the first color TV in the neighborhood, and it seemed like the pizza always came much too quickly!


A legend in Roseville was Hopp's Drug Store.  Leo Hopp started it in the '20s, I believe, and his son Carl took it over after that, assisted by another son, Justin.  Long after the neighborhood deteriorated, Carl Hopp refused to abandon ship, and when the highway came through he moved his store across the street and soldiered on until they carried him out.  If Orange Street has a patron saint, it's Carl Hopp.  Farther down the block was a string of storefronts that never seemed to do well, the only memorable one being a sort of army surplus joint.  Yet I'm sure older folks than I will remember more.

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