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After growing up in the Ironbound; covered the mob for the Newark News; my father provided their shirt laundering, dry cleaning needs,. Offer insight in Tony Soprano's angst.

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Starting as a copy boy at NBC News through to being the youngest news editor at the Newark News, journalism has informed Don Mazzella"s career. Today, beside two business radio programs for which he is co-hosts, he is also a regular commentator on Fox Radio and for other national networks.
He has worked for McGraw Hill, been a publisher within Essence Communications, and for the past 20 years the COO and Editorial Director of Information Strategies. 
A book author, he has written or been a part of UPI, AP, and other syndication groups as well as contributing to the New York Times.
He holds BA, MA and MBA degrees from New York University. While currently sitting on two non-profit boards, he has  also taught communications at some of America's top universities.

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Frankie, If You Get Hurt, I'll Kill You

Growing Up Italian American in the Ironbound

It is about the same period as the upcoming Soprano's prequel talking about the same people and why Tony Soprano had doubts about his mob rule.

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Biography & Memoir Newark's Ironbound
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This book is not then one of memories but rather a book seeking to illustrate the who, what, when, where, why and how of a time and people now gone. To do this, the volume recounts events that happened, in the context in a changing ethnic conclave. Along the way, it will also talk about the nascent days of Tony Soprano and his associates. Besides seeking to explain why Tony Soprano was a different gangster, it is also about the inside stories on some of the internal conflicts, betrayals, murders associated with the mob of this period.

The book triggered fond smiles from  draft readers of my generation, informs our children and their off springs and memorializes those now gone on. Most important, the reader should consider this book as homage to our parents, their generation and their children, and those times. One other aim of this book is to highlight some of the changes in American life as experienced by Italian-Americans and others of our generation. Since the mob occupied a place in this scenario Tony Soprano becomes more real in the context of his contemporaries.


Introduction 5
Who We Were 8
How We Lived Everything Starts with the Family 12
We All Lived Together 15
Father Ruled; Mother Disposed 20
The Children Come First 22
The Neighborhood It’s Where We Live 24
Bend Down So I Can Hit You! 27
Galante’s Has Company 30
“It’s For Your Own Good” 32
English Spoken Here 35
Grandpa’s Garden 39
Food Is a Means of Communicating Love 41
Our Family Changes 45
What We Did Cowboys and Indians Forever 49
Safaris Away From Home 52
Halloween Was a Neighborhood Event 57
Winemaking Isn’t Fun 59
A Football Wedding 62
How We Entertained Ourselves Fun at the End of the Line 65 Radio Was Our Early Lifeline to the World 67
Going to the Movies 85
Television Changed Us All 88
And the Band Played On 91
Songs We Long Remembered 93
What We Wanted Ducktails and Pegged Pants 95
Cars Do Make the Boy 97
Boys and Girls Together 100
Marcia Jenkins, Where Are You? 102
The Ping of the Ball, the Shuffle of the Cards  106
The Future Was Ours 108
What Influenced Us
The Mafia Is Always With Us  111
The All-Seeing Eye of the Church 116
Teachers Know Best 120
Books, Libraries, Newspapers 123
They Don’t Make Politicians Like They Used To 127
A Bigger-Than-Life Character Uncle Doad and Thanksgiving Dinner 131
Aunt Marietta and the Turtle 134
Aunt Marietta and the Midnight Visitors 135
Doad Lived Life His Way 136
The Past Is Different Marching Through Life 138


With the success of the Soprano's and the anticipation of the upcoming prequel, there will be avid interest by audiences for more context associated with the nurturing of Tony Soprano and why he was different than his mob associates. The film is set in Newark's Ironbound section during the 60's which is what my book is all about.
This book would be an excellent companion to the mass literature expected to accompany the movie. By the addition of material collected during my covering of those mob activities the book can have continued interest beyond the movie's run. Also, it does address a period in American history rapidly dwindling from memory but still shaping the lives of an important immigrant group.


This book should debut alongside the run of the Soprano movie for maximum impact.
But beyond that, the author has a list of local Italian-American organizations, national radio programs for which he is a regular commentator and is also quoted in such publications as the Wall Street Journal and USA Today.
In addition, a national book signing tour is contemplated, hopefully working with Barnes & Noble; a book publicity company is already onboard and the author is prepared to devote all initial proceeds to growing sales.


With the coming Soprano movie other books on the subject of Italian Americans, the Newark Mob and the Ironbound will appear. I covered mob activities during that period and have many untold tales to tell about the Newark gangsters and their ways. Many were customers of my father because he knew how to get their shirts pressed the way they liked. No other books I have found are so far are specific to the Ironbound but it is possible one will appear.
Since the book is already edited and ready for publication. we will have first mover advantage.
One book I know about growing up in the Bronx is doing well as is the Broadway show, A Bronx Tale by Jazz Palmiteri. Searching the literature has not turned up a similar book centered on the Ironbound.

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The Neighborhood
Galante’s Has Company
In my formative years, Italian-American funerals were events not to be missed or negated.
Jimmy Breslin beautifully describes an Italian-American funeral in his novel “The Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight.” His first marriage was to an Italian-American, and he captures the pathos and ritual of such events while chronicling the inept machinations of a mob group. While the locale in his book is Brooklyn, it could be seen in most Italian-American enclaves. Galante’s Funeral Home still stands on the corner of the block I grew up on. When it had a wake, we all said Elvira had company, for Galante’s was run by the matriarch and her three sons. Growing up, I attended wakes for neighbors, friends and families in her hushed surroundings. The wakes all had similar outlines differing only in who was the deceased and in minor details. A clock face above the coffin denoted the time the person in the coffin died.
Chairs were arranged to form a hierarchy, with close family members in the front and other mourners in the back. A long anteroom led from the front door to the room where the coffin was set up, and was lined with plush chairs arranged so that people could talk in groups outside the hearing of the family. Three women in our neighborhood attended every wake, sitting in the back and commenting. I remember sitting in front of them on several occasions, hearing the gossip of the neighborhood and more important, what was happening among the family members. The best gossip came when there was a family feud. One of the funniest and most illuminating instances was when a woman started wailing at the front door, louder and louder as she approached the coffin. Kneeling beside the coffin she yelled at the top of her lungs, imploring the deceased to forgive her. Throwing herself at the body she continued to implore him to speak his forgiveness. Being young and untutored in the world I was perplexed. One old lady leaned forward and said to me, “She stole money from him 20 years ago, and they hadn’t spoken since.”
Wakes are for the living as a way to accept death, which is a part of all our lives. We showed respect by going in suits and ties and speaking in low tones. We remembered the deceased by speaking only of the good he or she did. It was bad form to speak ill of the dead during the three- or four-day ritual. Elvira’s three sons were always immaculately dressed in black. They had an air about them that somehow placed them above the rest of the neighborhood. One of the more pleasant and defining moments of my young life occurred at my Aunt Concetta’s funeral.
The Galantes had made an error in her obituary that they had placed in the Newark News. My Uncle Anthony was upset, but the Galantes insisted the paper would not run a correction. I was a young reporter on the paper at the time. Surprised, I insisted on using the funeral parlor’s phone to call the news desk. Muttering, two of the brothers kept insisting nothing could be done as we walked to their office, usually off-limits to mourners. Calling the news desk, I got Frank Rooney, the copy chief. When I explained the situation, he said he would run the correction. My uncle was happy, and whenever I encountered the Galante clan afterward, including Elvira, they nodded respectfully. A prideful admission, yes, but Italian-Americans then respected when someone could move an outside institution like the largest newspaper in the state.
My uncle Anthony also treated me much differently from then on. Even though he was estranged from the rest of the family, he came to both my parents’ funerals, something his children did not do. I thank him for that and feel hurt that my cousins forgot all the good things my parents did for them.
One thing I miss is the band that often accompanied the funeral procession. At least twice a week, a procession of cars lined up on our block with the band in the front. On the way to the church, the procession always passed by the deceased’s house. Usually, neighbors would be outside waiting to pay their last respects.
Recently I read that the last Italian funeral band now plays only at Chinese funerals. One other thing I remember was that as the hearse passed, men stopped and took off their hats. That’s no longer the practice. The wake period today is much shorter, and people show up without ties and jackets. We treat death differently now. Perhaps it is better, but I don’t think so.
the neighborhood

The Neighborhood
“It’s for Your Own Good”
What parent hasn’t said those words to a child? In my case, this aphorism related most painfully to braces. Today, braces are common, and the stigma attached to wearing them is much less than when I was growing up.
They are also less obvious than they were in my youth. Unfortunately, in my generation, they were not as acceptable and resulted in much grief being bestowed on anyone who wore them. At the start of my eighth grade year, my mother decided I needed braces. Very reluctantly I bowed to her wishes. The first day I wore them to school I had three fights because of them. Over time, the teasing and abuse stopped, but it was a difficult time for me. It was a painful procedure, requiring the extraction of two teeth and two years of dental work.
After my mother died, I found a picture she had kept of me in profile with the buck teeth protruding. I also found she had kept the dentist bills associated with the procedures. In the end, I had and still have wonderful teeth. She never mentioned the cost but forbade me from playing football. Along with the picture and bills was a cartoon of a boy getting his teeth finished in the first panel and showing his mother the gaps after playing football in the second panel.
Naturally, I disobeyed her and played. Fortunately, I never lost any teeth, but only by a miracle. Playing football with forged documents, I did break a leg, and she was summoned to the hospital to collect her wayward son.
The look on her face was enough to make me scared to go home. Like most mothers, she was more concerned about me, thoughts of punishment far from her mind.
Many years later, as my father lay dying in a local hospital, I happened to get on the elevator with a boy about the same age I was at the time of this incident. His mother was tapping her foot in clear anger. He was in a wheelchair and wearing a plaster cast. “Let me guess,” I said to the mother.
“He was playing football without your consent.” She looked at me with surprise and said nothing. I looked at the boy and said. “I did the same thing when I was your age.” The mother laughed and hugged her son. She wasn’t Italian-American, but most mothers are the same. They want to protect us from all of life’s woes. Unfortunately, children will do things they shouldn’t do. Mothers (and fathers) try to stop them from putting themselves in danger, but they will proceed, heedless of the consequences. Sometimes young people do things from which their parents can’t save them.
On my first day as a reporter for the Newark News, I was sent to get a picture of a boy who had drowned when a homemade raft capsized. I will never forget the woman’s anguish as she searched for a picture of her son. “My most precious possession and I have no pictures,” she wailed, ignoring the fact she had the photo in her hand.
This woman was of Irish descent and lived in a wealthy suburb of Newark, but she could represent all mothers who have lost children who did things they should not have done. There are many tales of Italian-American mothers and their devotion to their families. How they encourage people to eat more! The protectiveness they exhibit toward their children! Their devotion to their sons! And on and on.
Many of these attributes can be found in other ethnic groups and creeds. But somehow, I believe the grand title rests with Italian-American mothers. Most of the mothers in my neighborhood were the same. They stayed home and raised the children. My mother was a little different. Sent out to work at 16, she commuted the 18 miles to New York City for over 35 years. My father had a debilitating accident when I was only 2 years old, one of the reasons I am an only child.
For seven years, she was the breadwinner until they mortgaged everything to open a laundromat in 1949. From that business, which existed for more than 50 years, our prosperity grew. The cost was having both parents work.
My two aunts never worked outside the home after they were married but my mother was in business almost until she died. As a result, I was what was called a latchkey child, learning at an early age to make my own dinner. In a way, this helped me to become independent and free to pursue any interests without parental supervision. It also made me spoiled and slovenly. I think I still am still sloppy, with the ability to mess up a room simply by walking through it.
Our house was clean but not tidy, unlike those of our neighbors, which were often spotless and scrupulously clean. Italian-American homes were always clean, neat and with at least one room that demonstrated the family’s abundance. This room was usually the parlor, with ornate, overstuffed sofa and chairs. The room was adorned with knickknacks and pictures, often of baroque scenes. If the home was big enough, whether house or apartment, that room was used only when company came. Otherwise, it was off-limits, especially to children.
Many had one common feature. My generation was the first to have clear, vinyl covers for their upholstery. These coverings served a dual purpose: keeping the furniture spotless while displaying the rich fabric underneath. My mother disdained such coverings because they were cold in winter; hot in summer and sticky at all times.
My father preferred lying on the sofa until my mother bought our first reclining chair, a Barcalounger. Common today, these chairs whose backs reclined and feet rest rose from the front panel were his preferred resting places for the rest of his life. After years of watching our pennies, that chair was our first extravagance after my father opened his business. To this day, many members of my generation still call any recliner a Barcalounger.
Normally only my father was permitted to sit in that chair. However, when I was sick, he gladly gave it up to me. This little vignette perhaps illustrates best one of the peculiar dynamics of Italian-American families. We had rules and laws, but in the end, what was best for the children overrode all other considerations.
Both my parents wanted the best for me but didn’t know how to help me achieve those goals.
As I look back over those years, I realized I was spoiled. My father left most decisions to my mother, who was born in this country. In the end, they did their best and hoped for the best. Like most Italian-American families, they gave their unconditional love and left it at that. For me and many of my contemporaries this was enough.


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