Hi, Judith! I just saw this article while Googling "schmundie." I went to high school in Winthrop, Massachusetts, just north of Boston on the coast in the early 60's. The next town to the north was Revere Beach - a couple of mile stretch along a beautiful beach of locally owned "fast food restaurants," amusements (including roller coasters), and bars, One of the pizza places had the best pizza I've EVER eaten (still to this day) owned and run by a Holocaust survivor, complete with tatooed numbers on his forearm. He was small, wirey, touch, and outspoken. He was probably under 20 when the camps were liberated. He often hung out of his storefront windows (which overlooked a wide sidewalk that folks walked back and forth on - kind of like a boardwalk, but on the land side of the street), and catcall and whistle at the pretty ladies who walked by. One of his favorite catcalls was, "Hey, Schmundie," or just "Schmunela!" After school, some of my buddies and I would often drive the mile or two to this pizza place which we mostly referred to as "Schmundie's."  

Regards!

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