Cook Coffee Company & Other Venders

by Newark Talk Collective


Jule Spohn;
Does anybody remember the Cook Coffee Company man? Every Saturday several different people used to come to our house selling different items - one guy was the milk man, another was a little old Jewish man, and when he died his wife continued to come - selling clothing - underwear, socks, shirts, etc - out of a brown paper shopping bag. And another was a man from the Cook Coffee Company who came around selling coffee, tee, cookies, and other items from his aluminum carrier. And on Monday the man from the Insurance Company came and collected his fee. Another guy came and sold different types of meat and butter in a crock from his aluminum container. I can still picture most of these people walking up and down three flights of stairs in every house on our block. Ring a bell?

peter grimm:
we had a vegetable man who always sold cauliflower all day he screamed cauliflower well his name was joe de salvo I have a cook coffee horse shoe clock, we had a man with a push cart

I don't remember a coffee man. But remember the others. The one man came with curtains and bedspreads in the trunk of his car. So, many people bought from him. I think my mom paid 25 cents a week until it got paid off. Paul from Jelley's also came on Saturdays with his book to collect the payments. And of course the Ins. man also came to get paid. I also remember you could get credit in the meat markets. Everything was by their book. No credit cards or companies involved. Just you and the butcher.

Joan Niven:
My Parents used to buy from a man named Kaplen. They bought lots of items from him. I remember when he came to the door on So. 12th st. He would KNOCK and say KAPLIN REAL LOUD. My mother would open the door and receive him in the house, he was always welcome. She or he my father would pay him the money they owed him for the goods they bought. about 3.00 a week or what ever they could afford. Does anyone remember KAPLIN? He sold everything!!!!

Danny B.:
Don't remember a coffee man, but there was an egg man (Dave Smith), who came up from Toms River every Saturday to Newark. Having a family of 12 brothers & sisters, we were a good customer. Also had milk delivered by Johnny Korn whose place was a few blocks from the Passaic River in Belleville. Also Dugan's (& then Bond) bread. And of course, in the summer there was Duke, the Good Humor Ice Cream man.

Jule Spohn:
Talk about the "book." When I was in high school I worked after school in Frank Schiller's butcher store on South Orange Ave between 11th and 12th Street. We had a large book for all of the neighborhood people. When you bought something we added it up with a pencil on your brown bag and then entered the amount onto your page in the book. Whenever you paid we deducted it from the balance.

Old man Schiller would get mad as heck when someone who owed him a lot of money would then go shopping at the butcher store across the street and he would see them out of our window.

I remember them adding everything you bought on the bag. Then double checking by counting the items. I know about people using other stores when they owed one store money.
We had a store on the corner of my block. When my mom didn't have the money that week.
We use to take the long way around. Just not to pass the store. Isn't that like not answering your phone because it could be a bill collector, lol.

Jule Spohn:
You reminded me of a story my mother told me when I was older. One day when one of the bill collectors knocked on the door, and I guess my mother didn't have any money for him, she told me to tell him that she wasn't home. I must have been around 5 years old or so. I did as I was told - I told the man that my mother said she wasn't home. Boy, did I get chewed out for that. Ah, the age of innocence!!!

Judy Thornberry Askew:
Yes, I remember the Cook Coffee Company man because my father was one in Paducah, Kentucky. I grew up drinking coffee with milk. I had latte before it was in style. We moved every two years. New friends, new school. I loved it.


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