My mom asked us to be over at the twelve corners in Brighton by 4 o’clock for the dedication ceremony to her brother, Ray Tierney Jr.. Ray owned and ran a super market here for many years. My mom and sister were cashiers. My brother Mark and I worked as stock boys. My uncle, who was also my godfather, caught me eating a whole banana cream pie in cooler. Brighton added Ray’s name to a plague in the small park in the middle of the twelve corners. His son, Ray III who is a Brighton politician and grocery store manager at Hegedorn’s gave a short speech and then invited us all down to Grinnell’s for drinks.
Ray III and I were talking about how many cousins we have. It’s over thirty but we gave up trying to count them. Most of them are in this photo. My grandfather, Ray Sr., got the grocery thing going. He and his two brothers had the biggest grocery store in Rochester back in the thirties long before the Wegmans took over.
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