By John Marks, Curator of Collections and Exhibits
Club 86 in the 1950s. Photograph loaned by Bill Legott |
Last
fall we became involved in a film project about the history of Club 86 in
Torrey Park. Jim Augustine, a Rochester native whose roots are in the north end
of Geneva, asked for background information about the restaurant and Geneva. We
made several posters about the club and Torrey Park for an old-fashioned gig at
Club 86 with their famous food and a live band. Community members were invited,
free of charge; the event and interviews with those who remembered the place in
the 1940s and 1950s became the centerpiece of a short documentary.
Last month we co-hosted, with the Smith Opera
House, a pre-release screening of Club
86. Like any creation, choices were
made about what to put in or leave out (a planned DVD will include much more
footage and interviews) but overall the audience was pleased with it.
Much of
what I’ve written so far was reported in the Finger Lakes Times or is known to those of you who were there. The
larger story that doesn’t fit neatly into a daily news article is about what
happens when you invite a community to tell its stories. By and large, people
show up and are happy to be asked. (Jim was a genius, offering free lunch and
access to a cash bar – who can say no? Sadly, the historical society can’t
offer incentives like that.)
As an outsider,
not growing up in Geneva in the 1940s, I’m fascinated by the
internationally-famous musicians that played the club – not one-night stands
but five nights. The list includes Tony Bennett, Lionel Hampton, Louis
Armstrong, Nat King Cole, Louis Prima, and many more whose fame has faded over
time. I listen to their music and am amazed that Genevans (and people from
further away) got to see them perform in a room where the furthest seat is
still a short stone’s throw from the stage.
The
stories I’ve heard from “insiders” are very different: each one focuses on
family. “My grandmother worked there”, “I used to visit my Aunt Lena at work”,
“my dad knew the Legotts and got me a job when I was 14”. The stories start
with family, then usually move into working at the club – cleaning radishes,
peeling potatoes, folding napkins, prepping the bar – and finally get to a
human perspective of the stars. One man’s mother laundered and ironed Louis
Armstrong’s famous white handkerchiefs. Another person remembered cleaning the
main room while Nat King Cole practiced piano for hours in the afternoon.
I heard
my new favorite story after the pre-release screening. A man came up to me with
photographs of an upright piano lid. (I’ll be vague until I have permission to use
names.) His grandparents were local musicians; when they went to shows at Club
86, they would invite performers back to their house for a drink. Many of the
guests carved their names into the piano – the first photo I saw was Nat and
Maria Cole, the next was Louis Armstrong and Velma Middleton. I had to Google names like Johnny Board and
Irving Ashby, but found they were well-known sidemen in bands that came to the
club.
Many of the signers dated their scratchings
and were there in the late 1940s and early 1950s. One aspect of the story is
that the host couple was white and most of their guests were African American,
who couldn’t stay in Geneva hotels. What was that like? Did anyone say
anything? Again as an outsider, even more amazing to me is walking up to Louis
Armstrong and saying, “Hi, want to come out to the house for a drink?”
The
eternal challenge for local history organizations is gathering these stories.
People take the stories for granted because their friends had the same
experience. They may share the stories with children or grandchildren who are
unresponsive, and they stop telling the stories. Or they believe their lives
were ordinary and they never did anything “historical” that a museum would want
to hear about it.
Well,
you probably did, and we want to hear about it. We can’t offer baked ziti and a
live band, but call us or stop by and share your stories, photographs, and
objects.
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