was our neighborhood store. They had been in operation here
(and down the block) for at least 25 years. The
interesting thing about Boiarsky's was that they had live
chickens, geese, rabbits and other assorted animals in the back that
they dressed while you waited. I lived right behind the store,
and many times as a kid I watched them slaughter the chickens, dress
them, and deliver them to the customer waiting up front. At the
turn of the century, this was the way it was done in many stores,
but Boiarsky's was probably the last to offer fresh killed food
right up to the 70s. I knew the brothers who owned and ran the
store very well, because at the age of 6, I bought my first cigar
from them. It was a Swisher-Sweets, and of course the
brothers thought I was buying it for an adult family member. I
went home, locked the bathroom door and lit up. Before I could
get however, my mom saw and smelled the smoke under the door.
Busted! Looking to the left, you see what is the Farmers
Market today. Tragedy struck Boiarsky's in 1975. See
bottom of page.
Photo by the great Emil Varney.