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Doc Dembling: 1935

Here is my paternal grandfather, William C. Dembling, behind the counter of his drugstore at 60 W 8th St in Manhattan NYC, around 1935. I have the feeling this picture may have been taken by my father, but I have no way of knowing for sure.
A full-fledged pharmacist and medicinal chemist, "Doc" Dembling was a well known and well loved fixture of the Greenwich Village of the 1930s. He treated for free many a hangover, and a few more serious ailments, for lots of the penniless artists and other characters (many of them nefarious) who roamed the Village during the depths of the Depression. His shop also included a busy soda fountain and sandwich counter.  
Doc was also known to have done a little...er...private manufacture of "spirits" during Prohibition. He was quite a character. My father resembled him strongly but kept all his hair until his dying day. 
I have always regretted never meeting my grandfather, but alas he passed away in 1941, quite a few years before my birth. He was by all accounts a gentle, kind and generous soul. I intend to post a few more pics of his extremely well stocked drugstore; a classic small New York business of the 1930s. View full size.

Here is my paternal grandfather, William C. Dembling, behind the counter of his drugstore at 60 W 8th St in Manhattan NYC, around 1935. I have the feeling this picture may have been taken by my father, but I have no way of knowing for sure.

A full-fledged pharmacist and medicinal chemist, "Doc" Dembling was a well known and well loved fixture of the Greenwich Village of the 1930s. He treated for free many a hangover, and a few more serious ailments, for lots of the penniless artists and other characters (many of them nefarious) who roamed the Village during the depths of the Depression. His shop also included a busy soda fountain and sandwich counter.

Doc was also known to have done a little...er...private manufacture of "spirits" during Prohibition. He was quite a character. My father resembled him strongly but kept all his hair until his dying day.

I have always regretted never meeting my grandfather, but alas he passed away in 1941, quite a few years before my birth. He was by all accounts a gentle, kind and generous soul. I intend to post a few more pics of his extremely well stocked drugstore; a classic small New York business of the 1930s. View full size.

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As you leave Doc Dembley's

As you leave Doc Dembley's, cross 8th and walk east you will come to 31 W. 8th, and if you're hungry for a hot pastrami on rye, with a dill pickle and some potato salad, for instance, you will be in the right place. Davis's (aka 8th St) Delicatessen. That was my grandfather's, or grandparents', place. I believe they operated it from around 1937/38 to maybe 1965. It seems likely to me that our grandparents knew each other. Sigh. Where is that darned time machine, anyway?

Time machine, please

I would love to go back and step into his shop. He looks like a great guy to have around!

A gentle soul indeed!

Your grandfather looks inviting, as if one could almost hear him say, "Come on in! Glad to see you!" and one would believe that he actually meant it. You don't see that too much these days in stores.

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