The image below was taken from the 1924-25 edition of the "Directory of Westbrook" (page 204). It lists the clothing businesses operating at that time. Benoit's is the business where Pepere started working as a fourteen year old boy.
I remember when my brothers and sisters used to visit Pepere at the Men's Shop. It was like we were entering sacred ground. Even though we were kids, he'd always greet us like we were VIP's, and was always happy to see us! There was a time I worked in the backroom folding clothes but I hated it just like Pepere did when he first started working at Benoits. Like him, I preferred to be interacting with people.
When I asked some of my students the other day what their earliest memory was, one girl said she remembered ushering as a little girl at her church. She must have viewed going to church as a special place because of the importance her family placed on its role. We viewed the Men's Shop in the same way - a special place where the magic of selling and cultivating customers was going on.
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For those of us that worked at the Men’s Shop in the late 60’s and 70’s I remember getting paid in cash each week on Saturday mornings by Bob Thuotte; one of the owners sons who took over running the finances of the store. The cash (dollar bills and change) would be in a small taped colored envelope with the following items scribbled in pen on the back of the envelope: gross amount, state income tax deduction, federal tax deduction, social security deduction, and what the net pay was (should match the cash in the envelope). Our names were scribbled on the front side of this small envelope. This method of payment saved us from going to the bank to cash a check. What is better than "cash-in-pocket"!? Of course, the answer to this question today is “plastic-in-pocket”!
I remember Mom telling me to go downtown Westbrook on a hot summers day to see Pepere. I always entered the store through the back where all the pants were folded on shelves. After finding Pepere, usually working with a customer, I was always given a quarter to go get an ice cream at Deering. What a sweet memory!
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