tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post6008883243653752852..comments2023-04-03T03:17:03.415-07:00Comments on WOW, that had to hurt: Here Comes The Sheeny ManGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06245299038295469006noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-6124603009388118142021-09-17T06:31:47.699-07:002021-09-17T06:31:47.699-07:00To Maggie B. Your memories of these interesting ...To Maggie B. Your memories of these interesting characters- the sheeny man, the ice man, the milk man, the knife sharpener and the coal man are exactly as mine. The horses were of interest although most of them had seen their day. The ice man would always chip us off a few slivers. This was about 1950 in the Dovercourt/Dupont area of Toronto. Mike DMike Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04247455715630304099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-70702027069004999082021-08-31T11:10:20.757-07:002021-08-31T11:10:20.757-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.easwannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05414383840038513860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-72795434094409526512021-08-22T14:48:18.055-07:002021-08-22T14:48:18.055-07:00I was born in Windsor, Ontario in 1952. We lived o...I was born in Windsor, Ontario in 1952. We lived on Francois near Tecumseh Rd. We moved when I was 7 but I do remember the Sheeny Man coming down our alley in his horse drawn cart. I also remember him as being very nice and he was happy to give us a nickel for whatever we sold him, and we were happy to get it to buy candy. I never knew sheeny man was a derogatory term.<br /><br />A few years ago I mentioned the Sheeny Man to a woman, about my age, in London, Ontario. She had no idea what I was talking aboutAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10987128085444644282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-24733988157386972762021-04-16T12:25:34.200-07:002021-04-16T12:25:34.200-07:00I lived on Bedford Rd and Southampton,two blocks o...I lived on Bedford Rd and Southampton,two blocks off Warren Ave at 16,000 block far on the eastside. We were visited regularly by the sheeny man with a horse drawn wagon. He fit the several descriptions above, a solemn black man. I was about eight years old in 1943 when I first saw him. He came by for a few years, and then no more. I enjoyed seeing him and his horse was happy when we contributed to his load I felt sorry for the man and even sorrier for his horse who always had his head down looking like every trip would be his last. A lot has changed over the years including the use of words. As a child when I referred to this man using the common term, no slur was intended. Regardless of what is in my heart, that can't happen today. <br />\Gene H. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12766813760158552114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-89338050828264945152021-03-09T14:10:21.287-08:002021-03-09T14:10:21.287-08:00As a young kid growing up in Windsor, Ontario, one...As a young kid growing up in Windsor, Ontario, one of my fondest childhood memories is that of the 'Sheeny Man' and his horse drawn carriage. I cherish the recollection of the sights, sounds, and smells of watching the Sheeny Man ride through the alleyway between Hall and Pierre Sts.in the late 50s and early 60s. <br />Much later on in life I was informed (from my wife) that the 'Sheeny Man' and his horse lived on Langlois Ave. next door to my wife's grandma's house. My wife also went on to inform me that tragically the horse had been struck and killed by a car on Erie St. How sad! No doubt this added to the demise of the Sheeny Man though the memories will always be fondly held. How times have changed!Domenicohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02800365620511341974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-44874065753934147682020-11-26T10:21:17.664-08:002020-11-26T10:21:17.664-08:00Amen! Amen! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01050205501231235715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-26811123389587063342020-10-18T13:50:00.707-07:002020-10-18T13:50:00.707-07:00I was fascinated by the Sheeny Man when I was a ch...I was fascinated by the Sheeny Man when I was a child growing up in Toronto, Ontario. He would sit high up on the seat of his cart pulled by a beautiful horse calling out, the Sheeny Man, the Sheeny Man over and over again. His cart would be piled high with whatever people gave him. I was told the Sheeny Man was Jewish, and at that time, being so young, I didn’t know what that meant. And I thought that people gave him their junk not expecting anything in return. Just glad to have someone take it away for them. Our Sheeny Man didn’t sharpen our knives or scissors though. We had a man who would walk up and down the streets, ringing his bell and pulling a sharpening cart behind him. The Sheeny Man wasn’t the only service we got to enjoy in 40’s and 50’s. We were lucky enough to have a milk man, an ice man and a coal man grace our streets and of course the ice cream truck. Fond memories....... - MaggieMaggie B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14183622131537871823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-43953369684054208572019-06-26T15:29:48.804-07:002019-06-26T15:29:48.804-07:00I live in Kentucky and several years ago I was vis...I live in Kentucky and several years ago I was visiting my daughter who lives near Windsor.<br />We were visiting the public library and I saw a children's book, The Sheeny Man and she checked it out. I had never heard of the Sheeny Man and was fascinated. I talked with several people who lived in the Detroit area and heard some interesting stories of what they remembered.<br /><br />Since then I have tried to track down a copy of the book but it is not to be found. <br />I would to have it. <br /><br />If anyone knows where I can purchase one, please let me know.<br /><br /><br />G BlairAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08470754355070782746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-85827561556277674442018-06-30T06:36:20.158-07:002018-06-30T06:36:20.158-07:00Lisa Mac. I also loved the Sheeny Man Story. We ha...Lisa Mac. I also loved the Sheeny Man Story. We had a Sheeny Man with a little horse drawn cart. He did not take without giving as the street folks would go out with a shovel and scoop up the poops from his horse or the milkmans horse to use as fertilizer for their gardens. Yes we are to give without expecting to get back as that is a way of showing Gods wonderful love in giving us the very best of what heaven had--his beloved son to pay our debt that we could never pay--for our sins. We all have them. <br /> Unfortunately the writer has observed that some people "use" good hearted people for their own gain. Perhaps she has been "used" in this way and that makes her have those questions. I can understand that. But the only right thing to do is to give any hint of bitterness to Jesus who was abused more than anyone. He understands but asks us to forgive and leave the whole thing in his care. <br /><br /> I also was threatened that I would be sold to the Sheeny Man. But I knew my family loved me and would care for me. It was their form of humour I suppose. Eunice Russell who grew up in Toronto Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06462171705408094884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-21475888502089699532017-12-17T07:54:59.446-08:002017-12-17T07:54:59.446-08:00I'm confused the beginning of the story was so...I'm confused the beginning of the story was so beautiful on how yougave without expecting to receive which is what I was taught as a child to this very day. And then in the end you got punched me saying you weren't sure if he was using you for the things and now you think about that with all men? I have never looked at it that way and I have gave my whole life I have never went and said oh it's a girl I better not give it to her or it's a boy giving his giving this is the Christmas season and I was going to spread your story with an inspirational light until the bottom when you questioned if somebody was using you? I would probably cut out the end so people could spread Tidings of joy and happiness and love and giving but the bottom really sunk my heart with your on trusting nature please trust in God and keep on giving without thoughts of getting backAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01192899958804669756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-74745124143274799822017-01-09T07:07:14.542-08:002017-01-09T07:07:14.542-08:00My mother age 88, just informed me of the Sheenyma...My mother age 88, just informed me of the Sheenyman, she lived in Utica, Michigan, and she believes her father bought an old bike for a quarter from him around 1938. I had never heard the term before, but I am a lover of scrappers as well. What a way to make a living.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11703666338210817197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-20054284198481035552016-08-25T13:00:38.834-07:002016-08-25T13:00:38.834-07:00The "Sheeny Man" came down our tree-line...The "Sheeny Man" came down our tree-lined street in 1950 in Port Huron, Michigan about 50 miles north of Detroit. He was in a horse-drawn cart with a large bell. He'd ring it and call out "SHEENY MAN". I was five years old and mother would give me a cloth bag with knives and rags. The Sheeny Man would sharpen the knives on his grinding wheel and keep the rags. Sometimes mother would bring him pots and pans to pound back into shape. There was never a mention of the man's ethnicity or religion. He was Mr. Fix-it to us.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04919682054135722849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-44316367093228972682015-08-18T08:53:13.985-07:002015-08-18T08:53:13.985-07:00I grew up 50 miles north of Detroit in the 60'...I grew up 50 miles north of Detroit in the 60's in a small town. We had a junk man and on occasion, my buddies and I would go "junk picking" if we thought we might get some old toys to play with. It was junk - NOT garbage! Garbage got burned! It wasn't until I began working in Detroit that I heard "Sheeny Man" and there was never any racial or religious connotation involved. It was more of an occupation than an insult. Today we call the men that drive around looking for any metal take to the scrap yard "Sheeny Men", not to be confused with "Scrappers", those low-life criminals who steal metal from homes and buildings to redeem at the scrap yards.Tommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15374936285636945335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-16005042712176554362015-05-14T07:21:17.659-07:002015-05-14T07:21:17.659-07:00my grandma used to threaten me and fleet Ohio abou...my grandma used to threaten me and fleet Ohio about selling me to the Sheeny when I was a little kidKevin Ballmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02245932332834071333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-16534851960053062782015-05-14T07:21:07.898-07:002015-05-14T07:21:07.898-07:00my grandma used to threaten me that they would sel...my grandma used to threaten me that they would sell me to the sheeny when I was a little kid. this was in Toledo Ohio. I never saw anybody named a sheeny but the used to threaten me.Kevin Ballmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02245932332834071333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-31929646797678426762015-05-14T07:20:55.251-07:002015-05-14T07:20:55.251-07:00my grandma used to threaten me that they would sel...my grandma used to threaten me that they would sell me to the sheeny when I was a little kid. this was in Toledo Ohio. I never saw anybody named a sheeny but the used to threaten me.Kevin Ballmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02245932332834071333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-20840719863599935232015-05-14T07:19:15.385-07:002015-05-14T07:19:15.385-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Kevin Ballmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02245932332834071333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-76354534352752372122011-03-08T17:22:33.778-08:002011-03-08T17:22:33.778-08:00i am from Detroit originally and remember the shee...i am from Detroit originally and remember the sheeny man too interestingly enuff my moniker is wolfknight so i guess i had wolf parents too!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10867483115631797033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-70697038168240393482011-02-07T04:59:58.453-08:002011-02-07T04:59:58.453-08:00My late mother, who grew up in Toronto Ontario du...My late mother, who grew up in Toronto Ontario during the 30's and early 40's also spoke of the Sheeny Man. She never mentioned his colour or religious tradition. I'm curious what wolf parents are as well.Ainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14337559730229764309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-45738471506440714482009-06-28T20:07:22.246-07:002009-06-28T20:07:22.246-07:00When ever I don't shave for a couple of days, ...When ever I don't shave for a couple of days, my girlfriend calls me Sheeny Man. I asked why do you call me that. When she was little living in Inkster her mom would tell her watch for the Sheeny Man. He would come down the street ringing a bell and yelling out Sheeny Man. He would sharpen there knives and scissors. I had to google Sheeny Man, found your post and the Sheeny Man goes on.sam49rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09106486853941436638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-55105990259951546592009-05-31T08:13:40.757-07:002009-05-31T08:13:40.757-07:00I grew up in Detroit and also remember the Sheeny ...I grew up in Detroit and also remember the Sheeny Man coming down our alley. I too always wanted to go watch him as he showed up behind our garage. He had a horse to pull his wagon. I was telling a friend my age, from Ohio about the Sheeny Man but she had never heard of such a person.<br />I did not realize that this was such a localized situation, or was it?<br />Today we have a truck that shows up in our neighborhood the night before garbage pickup and this person selects things that he might re-use or sell. Guess he might be considered the modern version of the Sheeny Man.lottiestuff3https://www.blogger.com/profile/00978477354822323164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-62540555473089611632009-05-23T15:28:28.102-07:002009-05-23T15:28:28.102-07:00Growing up in Windsor ON-Detroit's border city we ...Growing up in Windsor ON-Detroit's border city we too had a sheeny man who came through our alley. It was fun but kid-scary to yell out "here comes the sheeny man" as if he was an underworld or other worldly character. My first recollection of a derogatory term describing a Jew was when I yelled out that the sheeny man was coming and my father admonished me to never use that term again. I wondered if my neighborhood friends knew what I knew or knew what I felt.Michael Mossmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12012995846848564696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2628710463544771079.post-55633158219025433192008-05-27T14:29:00.000-07:002008-05-27T14:29:00.000-07:00I was looking for a definition of "Sheeny Man" whe...I was looking for a definition of "Sheeny Man" when I cam across your blog posting. This is a very endearing story. I also wondered what "wolf parents" were.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com