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Note: Death: He had went by the alias of Robert Duffy. Found in "Soc Sec Death Index, 1988 Edition,Ver 1.07" SS# 147-10-6589 Upon death he was supposed to be buried in family plot in Hackensack,NJ. The plot is still empty. Birth: MUNDAY Family Diary,(1894-1912) Census: 1893-born NYC,NY 1930-Newark,NJ 1970-Lakewood,NJ 1900-NYC,NY 1940-Newark,NJ 1971-died Pearth Amboy,NJ 1910-NYC,NY 1950-Elizabeth,NJ 1920-NYC,NY 1960-Elizabeth,NJ My dad's brother Robbie was the "black sheep" of the family but he was my favorite. My dad was very close to Robbie, and thus we kept in touch. Robbie in his early 20's landed a big sales job for Sloans Department store in New York City. He married Mabel Casey and had two daughters, Mabel and Audrey. It is believed Audrey died at an early age. Robbie was making big dollars and lived in the fast lane. "Wine, Woman and Song" led to his downfall at Sloans and he ended up leaving his wife and daughter. He took up with Bernie Duffy who was widowed with a son named Joe. Bernie helped to straighten Robbie out. They resided in the Newark, NJ area, Robbie living under the name of Bob Duffy. He was hiding from his wife. Robbie worked as apartment superintendent which got them cheap rent. He later worked as bar tender at the "Silver Ball" bar in Elizabeth, NJ. During the 1930's Uncle Robbie and Bernie would visit us in Teaneck and sometimes stay for lengthy periods of time. It's good my dad was still employed as this was during the great depression, at least we had shelter and food. Uncle Robbie had a great personality thus he always made you feel good to be around him. In the early 1940s on one his visits to see us he had the chance to umpire a baseball game I was playing in. He introduced himself to all the ballplayers as "Ace" Duffy. He did a pretty good job but he was exceptionally tough on me. When I was at bat he called everything a strike whether the ball was over the plate or not. Oh well! He was having fun with me, but I didn't like it. In the early 1930s while visiting us in Teaneck he got involved in a neighborhood incident. I was outside putting water on the shrubbery and some how I was getting water into the next door neighbors [Schlump} cellar windows. Mrs Schlump was extremely upset and started screaming at me "I'm fit to be tied" in repetition. When Uncle Robbie heard her he responded by saying "throw her a rope". That ended our interface with that neighbor until they moved away a short time later. Uncle Robbie retired and resided in the Toms River, NJ area. Robbie died in Pearth Amboy, NJ in the early 1970s.
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