Sunday, March 07, 2010

Woosencraft Motors

In today's Green Bay Press I see Angie Woosencraft passed away. I did not know Angie but it brought back some memories of my younger years that I thought I would pass onto the Berry Lake clan. God Bless her soul.
"Woosencraft, Angie

Angie Woosencraft, 98, Pulaski died peacefully Friday afternoon, March 5, 2010, at Woodhaven Manor in Pulaski, where she had been a resident since 1994. She was born May 15, 1911 in Green Bay, the daughter of the late Isadore and Annie (Heesacker) Charles. Angie graduated from Green Bay East High School and then worked as an operator for the Green Bay telephone company.

On April 30, 1934 she married Curly Woosencraft at SS. Peter & Paul Church in Green Bay. The couple moved to Pulaski in 1945, where they established the family business, Woosencraft Motors."
Woosencraft, Angie | | Green Bay Press-Gazette

Woosencraft Chevrolet was a block from where I lived on Front Street in Pulaski. I thought I would pass on a couple stories to the family. The only memory of Curly was I think he had white hair and glasses and was a good honest businessmanein Pulaski that served many generations of people giving them great cars, great deals that kept bringing people back to his dealership. Some things you just don't see today.

I remember back in the early 60's my uncle Tony would put two brand new cars in his garage to keep the new Chevys concealed until Curly would put them on the show room floor. Uncle Tony was a GREAT guy and would let us take a peek at them before anyone else in town. Wow, to see the new Impala or other models was like a kid in a candy store.

Uncle Tony was also the wrecker driver that would be called to pick up cars in accidents. It was a sobering sight to see the wrecks behind Woosencraft. Uncle Tony would tell us who died, how it happened, broken glass and blood stains all over the vehicle.

My last memory is the story about Robert, my father. He was a mechanic at Woosencraft. The story goes, my dad had quite the potty mouth and temper. After losing a wrench or hiting his hand, I don't know, he started swearing and cussing up a storm. As his rant went on a priest from the catholic church was standing right behind him. No, my did did not see the Light and I don't think it ever turned him humble. You had to know my dad.

Thanks Angie and Curly for all you did for the people of Pulaski.

1 comment:

Jeff Martens said...

Thanks for posting this. Curly was my great uncle, my mom's uncle, and she'll enjoy reading this.