My Dad used to take customers there, Beverly Hills Club, from out of town. He had his car stolen there, at Beverly Hills. DIdn't stop him from going back. Check out the 1921-1922 bloody steel strike there. My best friend in high school got killed in a car accident in Covington. And I remember how snobbish some of the kids at Walnut Hills High School were to kids in our class who came from No. Ky. All you say rings true and brings back memories.
In the late 1980's, I used to go to alt/punk rock shows at a place called the Jockey Club in Newport, KY. An old timer named Shorty Mincey ran it, and told stories about how the Jockey Club was a speakeasy during Prohibition and a gambling haven in the 1940's and 1950's. I also heard Shorty had run with the local gangsters and did time for Manslaughter. He did always have a giant flashlight in his back pants pocket. They closed the Jockey Club in 1990, I believe and leveled it. I always wondered about the history of that place.
Great talk. Great history. My grandparents owned and ran their pharmacy at 6th & Washington across from Pompilio's and is still there. It is a National Historic Registered building. It is now a Bourbon bar and coffeehouse. One of the mob-bosses would come in every day around 10-11AM when his day was starting to buy three Antony & Cleopatra cigars. My grandparents cashed checks every Friday for thousands of the workers from the textile businesses across the street (one is now a parking lot the other building is still standing). Never once were they robbed. My grandmother's father also owned pharmacies in Cincinnati and played poker with George Remus. These were my father's parents. And one of my maternal great aunts quit school at the age of 15 to dance at Beverly Hills Supper Club. Crazy times. So many stories. I, too, started writing a novel and quickly realized Newport's History held way too much history and characters and stories for just one novel so my one novel became a series of novels. I still finishing the first book which is based in 1957.
I lived in Newport KY from 1959 to 1967, it was not safe for little girls, walking to school or the store...... life was very hard there, I lived on York street across from the Jai Alai, my relatives ran a lot of the bars named, I worked at Beverly Hills Supperclub when it burnt down in the 70's, I was the girl with the pet monkey which caused a lot of attention.
I lived on Monmouth St in Newport with my minister parents in 1958-1959. My parents had no idea that they had moved into sin city. I ran loose on the streets an saw many things a child should not see.......but lived to tell the stories!
I grew up in Newport in the West end on 8th street a d my Father kept very close watch on his 4 Daughters and so as to keep us safe. I was born in 1945 . Never allowed out after dark. Nedent say more. Could write a book.
At 50:00 they mentioned Frank Benton.......20 maybe plus years ago I did electric work for him in his house in Ft Thomas. To me he was just another old guy I worked for. Very nice and also obviously successful. Never mentioned anything about the past. I learned today that he had balls the size of King Kong.
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My Dad used to take customers there, Beverly Hills Club, from out of town. He had his car stolen there,
at Beverly Hills. DIdn't stop him from going back. Check out the 1921-1922 bloody steel strike there. My best friend in high school got killed in a car accident in Covington. And I remember how snobbish some of the kids at Walnut Hills High School were to kids in our class who came from No. Ky. All you say rings true and brings back memories.
In the late 1980's, I used to go to alt/punk rock shows at a place called the Jockey Club in Newport, KY. An old timer named Shorty Mincey ran it, and told stories about how the Jockey Club was a speakeasy during Prohibition and a gambling haven in the 1940's and 1950's. I also heard Shorty had run with the local gangsters and did time for Manslaughter. He did always have a giant flashlight in his back pants pocket. They closed the Jockey Club in 1990, I believe and leveled it. I always wondered about the history of that place.
Great talk. Great history.
My grandparents owned and ran their pharmacy at 6th & Washington across from Pompilio's and is still there. It is a National Historic Registered building. It is now a Bourbon bar and coffeehouse.
One of the mob-bosses would come in every day around 10-11AM when his day was starting to buy three Antony & Cleopatra cigars. My grandparents cashed checks every Friday for thousands of the workers from the textile businesses across the street (one is now a parking lot the other building is still standing). Never once were they robbed.
My grandmother's father also owned pharmacies in Cincinnati and played poker with George Remus. These were my father's parents.
And one of my maternal great aunts quit school at the age of 15 to dance at Beverly Hills Supper Club. Crazy times. So many stories.
I, too, started writing a novel and quickly realized Newport's History held way too much history and characters and stories for just one novel so my one novel became a series of novels. I still finishing the first book which is based in 1957.
Good luck, with your Novel(s). You know what they say: "I might not know how to Read, but, i know how to Ding-Dong."
I lived in Newport KY from 1959 to 1967, it was not safe for little girls, walking to school or the store...... life was very hard there, I lived on York street across from the Jai Alai, my relatives ran a lot of the bars named, I worked at Beverly Hills Supperclub when it burnt down in the 70's, I was the girl with the pet monkey which caused a lot of attention.
I lived on Monmouth St in Newport with my minister parents in 1958-1959. My parents had no idea that they had moved into sin city. I ran loose on the streets an saw many things a child should not see.......but lived to tell the stories!
Great documentary!
I grew up in Newport in the West end on 8th street a d my Father kept very close watch on his 4 Daughters and so as to keep us safe. I was born in 1945 . Never allowed out after dark. Nedent say more. Could write a book.
At 50:00 they mentioned Frank Benton.......20 maybe plus years ago I did electric work for him in his house in Ft Thomas. To me he was just another old guy I worked for. Very nice and also obviously successful. Never mentioned anything about the past. I learned today that he had balls the size of King Kong.
Brings back a lot of memories. He's true about not being s Historian, quite q few mistakes, but it wss interesting
My wife's grandfather made moonshine in Newport for the mob.
Good job 👏👍
How y’all going to fight to eliminate it then celebrate it ?! Make historic places so you can profit from it ? 😆😆👌
The old neighborhoods were nice when it was there . Then when they forced it out it turned into a Ghetto 😆😆👌
Yeah he doesn't say much bout the new mob
Home of Gambling Museum...Newport KY....paddel boat row
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Damn you! If I didn't read your comment at the start it probably would have taken me a while to notice.
@@bigcrackrock I really want to replace them with J-Roc's "you know what i mean". That would make a great vid.