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Originally Posted by Jim VB
I do have the Luque card. My dad was a diehard Yankee fan, but did collect nearly the entire set of NY Giants cards as a teen, back in 1932. In fact, he thought he had them all. About 5 years ago, I found he was missing 4 cards. It took me until this spring to find the ones he was missing.
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Thank you _ thank you _ thank you!
First, I congratulate you for carrying the torch, after your father passed it on to you.
That picture coincides very closely to a moment in my life.
I was born on May 2nd 1931.
My father worked at a bakery called Simon's, (See mons).
Located on Lenox Ave, between 115 and 116 St. Manhattan, NYC, not far from the Polo Grounds.
Cakes, French pastries, and take out Cuban food was created there.
Athletes like Luque, and boxing champion Kid Chocolate, would hang out there.
It must have been 1932, or 1933 that my mother brought me by Simon's.
Luque was there, surrounded by his usual Cuban aficionados, laughing it up.
My father's side of the story:
When my mother brought me in, my father presented me to Luque.
With all admiring eye's on Luque, he picked me up, with one hand under each arm pit, brought me up to his eye level, said a few words that I don't remember ... he then proceeded to give me a gentle toss up in the air.
When he caught me, everyone broke out in tumultuous laughter ... everyone that is, except my mother.
My mother's side of the story:
Until her last day ... she saw no humor in having me tossed up in the air like a baseball.
My side of the story:
Luque met me, and I don't remember anything about it.
Jim, If you see another Luque around ... Give me a shout. THX.
Joe P.