During my generation, the bar
business had pretty much disappeared. Only Mrs. Pshsnychniac
and her daughter, Jenny, whom we called Ganka, lived
there. The hall continued to remain socially important. Whenever,
anyone in the neighborhood got married, they either had their
reception at the hall, or, after the reception was over at the
other place, they would gather at the Schnock’s. Neighbors
from all around came, bringing their accordions with them. We
would party and dance until sunrise.
One band, made up of Danny
Rohan on trumpet, Mike Psznick, a grandson, on
accordion and me, Dave Birskovich, on drums, often
played here. The hall is vacant now. It has new owners. Hopefully,
I will meet them and we will become good friends.
My drawing does not depict any wedding in particular. The cars
are all Packards of course.
— David Birskovich, March 2023