I was born and raised on the hill, I have a brother who still lives down on the hill, it was a neat place to grow up at, the food ,the neighbors everyone looked out for one another. The stores, missouri bakery, columbia theater, these are the good memories I have of the hill.
I went to Southwest High School in 1972 through 1976. I was a regular at rigazzi's for years. Oh how I miss those frozen fish bowls. Also loved cunetos that's where I took 90% of my dates.
Awww, brings back memories! My Aunt and Uncle, lived there and I always enjoyed visiting them growing up! The aroma of the food was delicious and unforgettable! Thanks for the tour! 👍💖👍
Wow ,,,Man this brings back the good ol days for me..I grew up in south city... and I miss it very much...the Hill was home for me..my childhood memories.. now living in Ecuador...thought about moving back, but it is said, you can never go home.. I wonder???
I grew up on Dago Hill, say it like it is. Almost everyone was from southern Italy and most spoke with the Neapolitan dialect. Most wanted to forget where they came from they had only bitter memories. It was a poor and struggling place, a village of sorts, surrounded by other ethnic neighborhoods most notably Germans on the other side of Southwest Avenue. All the kids seemed to belong to one 'Athletic Club' or another, the kid equivalent of the adult 'Social Clubs'. We were all encouraged to smoke by watching Humphrey Bogart movies at The Columbia Theater next door to which was an ice cream parlor where Yogi, returning to his home after a victorious few days up from the farm club and into the majors was sitting on the curb surroubnded by kids that he had just treated to ice cream cones. Joe Monti's Bar-now DiGrgorio's-we learned to play poker in, in his cellar casino. There was one major restaurant-'Ruggieri's' when the poorest of us would get our protein from the back kitchen door as waiters, all of whom we knew, brought us what was left of the steaks from the diners plates. The was a great grade school-'Shaw', where I met the artist-art teacher Charles Quest who represented a pivotal point in my life and career as our paths crossed again and again. And one funeral parlo on Daggetr just off Marconi where a bunch of us walked to one night to see a buddy who had died young and as we walked we sang: "We're here because we're here because we're here because we're here" never realizing the wisdom of our words.
I grew up on the Hill before 44 went through, living on Northrup, going to Shaw and Southwest schools. I remember... the old Columbia theatre... going into Fair Mercantile to get a cold drink of water... working in most of the old restaurants like Pastori's West and Ruggeri's... playing fuzzball at St. Ambrose parking lot and Father Polizzi would run us out.... Mama Amighetti who would run us out of her store if we didn't have money to buy food...playing at Berra and Sublette Park... the pictures of dead Jews above the ice cream freezer at Papa Prost's....
I grew up in st Louis hills, but all my friends were from the Hill. Columbo, Pozzo, Buttici, Lamia, russo, etc. we would laugh the names 'cat eater' and 'roof rabbit'.
I love the skif store they talk about in here. Created by designer Nina Ganci in her mother’s basement. Skif, which stands for “Sweaters Knitted for Freedom,” The hand knitted sweaters they made there wound up on Reeves and other cast members In the Matrix Movie! I had the opportunity to meet this sensitive artist while I shot musicians video at a couple of her style shows. Each time I buy something she's created. She gives me something of hers as well! It's as if she gives you part of her!
Great short. However, the idea one gets is that Italy just pushed its people away. Well, we also know US mines and firms had agents all over Europe to woo cheap manpower. One is also inclined to believe that Sicilians built ther Hill. For once Lombards were the first ones there. E. g. Hill's Yogi Berra, Joe Garagiola, Midge Berra hailed from Cuggiono. Of course the blend Lombard-Sicilians made a memorable Hill, but Lombards were the first. Why conceal it? St. Ambrose is the patron of Milan.
By the way the term "The blend Lombard-Sicilians' (arnatee1 below) is an oxymoron. Northern Italy hates the south and Southern Italy hates the north. Pretty much as here in the good old U.S.A.
I was born and raised on the hill, I have a brother who still lives down on the hill, it was a neat place to grow up at, the food ,the neighbors everyone looked out for one another. The stores, missouri bakery, columbia theater, these are the good memories I have of the hill.
I went to Southwest High School in 1972 through 1976. I was a regular at rigazzi's for years. Oh how I miss those frozen fish bowls. Also loved cunetos that's where I took 90% of my dates.
Awww, brings back memories! My Aunt and Uncle, lived there and I always enjoyed visiting them growing up! The aroma of the food was delicious and unforgettable! Thanks for the tour! 👍💖👍
My grandfather, Gioseppe Gentile had a large bakery business at one time and I was born and raIsed there.
Related to Joe Gentile? He would be about 65 now.
Wow ,,,Man this brings back the good ol days for me..I grew up in south city...
and I miss it very much...the Hill was home for me..my childhood memories..
now living in Ecuador...thought about moving back, but it is said, you can never go home..
I wonder???
I grew up on Dago Hill, say it like it is. Almost everyone was from southern Italy and most spoke with the Neapolitan dialect. Most wanted to forget where they came from they had only bitter memories. It was a poor and struggling place, a village of sorts, surrounded by other ethnic neighborhoods most notably Germans on the other side of Southwest Avenue.
All the kids seemed to belong to one 'Athletic Club' or another, the kid equivalent of the adult 'Social Clubs'.
We were all encouraged to smoke by watching Humphrey Bogart movies at The Columbia Theater next door to which was an ice cream parlor where Yogi, returning to his home after a victorious few days up from the farm club and into the majors was sitting on the curb surroubnded by kids that he had just treated to ice cream cones.
Joe Monti's Bar-now DiGrgorio's-we learned to play poker in, in his cellar casino.
There was one major restaurant-'Ruggieri's' when the poorest of us would get our protein from the back kitchen door as waiters, all of whom we knew, brought us what was left of the steaks from the diners plates.
The was a great grade school-'Shaw', where I met the artist-art teacher Charles Quest who represented a pivotal point in my life and career as our paths crossed again and again.
And one funeral parlo on Daggetr just off Marconi where a bunch of us walked to one night to see a buddy who had died young and as we walked we sang:
"We're here because we're here because we're here because we're here" never realizing the wisdom of our words.
I miss you Adriana! I love you! When I was a child your food, hugs, and the restaurant, the best! I will visit you again after I finish school!
thanks for this - brings back lots of great memories
Just Love the Hill area in St.Louis , Great Food , Great People
i grew up on the hill, greatest neighborhood ever!
BorN and raised and love it still but from NYC
I grew up on the Hill before 44 went through, living on Northrup, going to Shaw and Southwest schools. I remember... the old Columbia theatre... going into Fair Mercantile to get a cold drink of water... working in most of the old restaurants like Pastori's West and Ruggeri's... playing fuzzball at St. Ambrose parking lot and Father Polizzi would run us out.... Mama Amighetti who would run us out of her store if we didn't have money to buy food...playing at Berra and Sublette Park... the pictures of dead Jews above the ice cream freezer at Papa Prost's....
I grew up in st Louis hills, but all my friends were from the Hill. Columbo, Pozzo, Buttici, Lamia, russo, etc. we would laugh the names 'cat eater' and 'roof rabbit'.
No matter where I live there is nothing like STL style Italian food!
I love the skif store they talk about in here. Created by designer Nina Ganci in her mother’s basement. Skif, which stands for “Sweaters Knitted for Freedom,” The hand knitted sweaters they made there wound up on Reeves and other cast members In the Matrix Movie! I had the opportunity to meet this sensitive artist while I shot musicians video at a couple of her style shows. Each time I buy something she's created. She gives me something of hers as well! It's as if she gives you part of her!
What's new is that nobody calls it "Dago Hill" in public, anymore.
I'm glad I never grew up knowing that. 🙄😑
some do.
Long live the Hill!
I went to Charlie Gittos last night
Nice vid. I live close to the Hill and know it well.
Great short. However, the idea one gets is that Italy just pushed its people away. Well, we also know US mines and firms had agents all over Europe to woo cheap manpower.
One is also inclined to believe that Sicilians built ther Hill. For once Lombards were the first ones there. E. g. Hill's Yogi Berra, Joe Garagiola, Midge Berra hailed from Cuggiono. Of course the blend Lombard-Sicilians made a memorable Hill, but Lombards were the first. Why conceal it? St. Ambrose is the patron of Milan.
Hip new neighbors = The Medegon going in and ruining the place.
By the way the term "The blend Lombard-Sicilians' (arnatee1 below) is an oxymoron. Northern Italy hates the south and Southern Italy hates the north. Pretty much as here in the good old U.S.A.
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What about the Mafia?
Not so much here as other cities. By the way I loved your legal show back in the fifties haha.