Birth date: Dec 5, 1932 Death date: Apr 8, 2020
John Logue, beloved husband, father, grandpa, great-grandpa, uncle, brother, and friend passed away peacefully at home on April 8, 2020. John was born in Brooklyn, NY on December 5, 1932 to Andrew and Charlotte Logue. He was the f Read Obituary
John was one of a kind. So sorry to hear of his passing. My condolences to Mary and the family. Jerry Jordan
my mom Emilie was john's right hand man(woman)...started as a waitress later was the cashier.....many memories of him and Hinsch;s....He was a generous kind man...and we loved Easter and all the chocolate...my condolences ...Janice Xavier...
My brother, Joe Hogan, got a job at Hinch's in the summer of 1961. That was just about the time that John bought the business from Mr. Hinsch. In '62 I started working for John. I was fifteen and spent the next 7 years of weekends and summers (double shifts, lunch and all night) at Bay Ridge's Number One gathering place.
On Friday and Saturday nights and all summer long, two hundred kids filled the booths and sipped Cokes while another two hundred rendezvoused outside waiting to get in. It was "American Graffiti" and "Happy Days," Brooklyn style.
No one worked harder than John and he expected the same of everyone else. As Rick Facas mentioned, one of John's constant urgings was, "Mach Schnell," German for "Quickly." He was always telling me to get a haircut or not to come up from the basement with nothing in my hands. The most memorable thing he said to me happened when I was making my first ice cream soda.
Making a great soda was an art to John, starting with a shot of syrup followed by a shot of milk, a spoonful of whipped cream and a spritz of seltzer. Then the ice cream. That's where I screwed up. I came up with a small, round scoop. When John saw that, he took the scoop from me, dug deep into the bin, came up with a big, sexy ball with lots of rough edges and stuffed it into the glass. He looked at me and said, "Make it like you're making it for yourself." I have never forgotten that. It's been the philosophy on which I built my 47-year-old business.
Aside from Mary and the kids, his employees were family too. Henry the cook, Sandy the dishwasher, Connie who did everything, Mary and the other waitresses, Emily the cashier and so many more, loved John as did I. Every time I went back to Brooklyn, I had to see John.
Aside from my father, John is the man who had the greatest influence on me. I will always treasure his friendship and kindness.
Jim Hogan, Tucson, AZ
John was driven by a force that was beyond human. I started working at Hinsch's in 1964, my good friend Jim Hogan got me a job there.
The first thing John said to me was "Mach Schnell" and let out an enormous laugh! I had no idea of what it meant but I got moving. Then he said "do something, if you don't know what to do, clean something". One of his favorite expressions to both employees and customers who were nursing a coke for hours on end was "if you don't have anything to do, don't do it here".
Well, we all got moving and for the next couple years when you showed up for work, it was non-stop movement in high gear for 8 hours. I was truly inspired by that work ethic throughout my career and still am.
But underneath that kick-butt temperament was a guy with a heart of gold. Legions of guys and ladies who were struggling with issues would come in, sit down and he would nestle up to them and make them feel welcome.
There was a homeless guy (this was before that phrase was even coined) who was hunched over from sleeping on buses, ragged as could be and he'd come in at closing time asking if he could mop the floor for a sandwich. Without hesitation, John filled the bucket with soapy water and handed him a mop. He earned a meal and would come back many times and do the same. We all actually got to know him, liked him and found him to be a really nice guy despite his street life. John not only gave him a meal but friendship and made him feel human again.
I would imagine there are hundreds of stories like this. John touched a lot of people's hearts, minds and souls, we're not likely to see the likes of him again.
Aunt Mary and children,
I do not believe there was a niece or nephew who has wonderful memories of Uncle John. My last trip to the Palor was with my Ed. Still, as Adults, we enjoyed that special ice cream treat. Ed went to have a Catholic school in Baltimore so I took delicious humor when it came to Sister. He almost lost his ice cream when I asked if he ever had thought he'd be sitting next to a nun in Ice Cream Parlor and he hid his nuckles. Another fun memory was when he and Aunt Mary visited Annapolis and he got stuck on Church Circle, lost. He told my mom, "One more trip and I was going back to Brooklyn." My last memory of Uncle John was my last visit with him at Carol Ann's home. His memory was diminishing noticeably and he had lost weight. When I asked about the weight loss he told me my Aunt refuse to feed him, and then laughed. When he asked where Aunt Rita was, I told him she was outside having a cigarette and he retorted with that Irish twinkle in his eye, "Just One"?
Yes, I do not need to tell you that your husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, uncle was a good man and he will be missed by many. I know my mom pushed Margaret and Rose Ann out of the way so she could be the first to hug her baby brother who so good to her on this earth. Love and hugs to all.
Patty (Mary Pat) and Ed
Uncle John (and Aunt Mary), you were an important, wonderful part of my life and especially, my childhood. At Hinschs or your home wonderful memories were made with our many cousins, especially including the Logue family kis. John was a great influence and role model for many and he'll been missed. God's hand had been on John's shoulder as he took "one day at time".
Jesus, the Holy Spirit and God will welcome you with a warm love and surround you with your 7 other siblings who went before you into that heavenly warmth. My Dad, Bob, will also meet you in heaven with love and brotherly love and bring the cards for a game of pinochle like you did so many years ago in Bay Ridge.
Godspeed John. We love you. Always.
George and the entire Ericsson family.
