with sadness and regret that we have learned Paul Whitney passed away on November 10th. He was 82
had "landmark" standing in this community. He was the proprietor
of the Kismet Market for many decades and his son, Andy, succeeded him to
manage the store in more recent years. We extend heartfelt condolences to
He was a very special person. He took over the store in 1968 from
Artie Russo and X Mayer. His first year he was there by himself without
any of us. He commuted back and forth from our home in Bellmore. In
1969 my mom, myself and my sisters Lori and Linda started to stay out there.
We’ve been out there ever since.
They have been married since Sept. of 1959, 56 years to his
beautiful Rozzi. I’ve never really taken over, It’s always going to be Paul’s
Market but I started running it by myself 8 years ago in 2007.
Livin’ the life…Florida?
A rare picture – in Kismet one almost never saw Paul sitting
His Love Rozzie
High School graduation
Awww, so cute
With Samantha, my daughter
From Gary Arnold: Sorry to
read this, your dad was nice to everyone. A real gentleman.
From Dawn Vilardi
am soooooo sorry to hear about your dad's passing. We loved seeing his smile
every time we would walk into the market. May your wonderful memories and faith
get you through this tough transition. Its not goodbye, it's see you soon. God
1988 with Brooklyn Phil
was an early riser and was always the first one in the store when Paul opened.
They used to place lotto bets together twice a week and split the winnings.
I remember when Richie Kavan was the deli boy and his sister Daryl
sat at the checkout handling the money.
At one time I had a large sum of money and I didn’t want to keep
it in the house so Paul was my banker and held it for me. Before that when I
was short of cash I would borrow a $20 from him and when I returned it he has
already forgotten about it.
From Rita Goldman
Once I had a share who was not working out. July 4th
weekend I told her she had to go – she wouldn’t leave so I went to Paul and
borrowed the $450 to buy her out – he took it out of his pocket and gave it to
me – no questions.
From Joyce Cole:
Larry (Cole, owner of the Kismet INN Next door) & Paul: were
good friends and used to laugh a lot together
One day a drunk fell asleep in the phone booth that used to be outside
the INN. Larry sent his young daughter Jeanine to get its number.
Larry & Paul called it over and over again, laughing
In a very hot summer, last day of Labor day weekend, Paul & Larry
had been trying to get some time to go to the ocean.
Finally at the end of the day they said “--- it” , joined hands
and jumped into the boat basin.
From Roz S.
I remember getting off the ferry as Paul was closing the
store one evening. We ran over as we saw him locking the door. He gave us the
key - told us to take what we needed and let him know what we took. We tallied
our purchases - locked the door and brought the key to him. That was
trust!!! WE would never have cheated him.
And the trust worked both ways:
inappropriate chronologically Paul was like a father figure to us.
In the golden age of Groupies it was considered déclassé to
be seen “schlepping” food from the mainland and, indeed, eagle eyed Paul knew
who did, even to a six pack of beer. Some “sneaked” food in taking a different
route to avoid passing the market.
The weekend tab began Friday dinner through Sunday lunch. As house
organizer I would call the store, Sunday morning, bleary eyed, for a total,
never even asked for the receipts, and divide by 8 or 10 shares in the house
and the bills would come to $25-30 per share, including food and liquor for
the entire weekend. On special occasions we would order a turkey or steak
in advance and it was always there, the best quality.
The market was also a social hub and shoppers would often chat with
So it became a good gossip center.
Paul listened amiably but to my knowledge never divulged the dirtiest or juiciest
of house secrets,
It's with great sorrow in my heart that I have to say good bye
to my father, "The Chief" has passed away. He was surrounded with
love and tears. While I miss his physical being I cherish his soul being inside
of me. I will follow up with details as they become available. I am grateful
for all of your thoughts of love and caring for my family ❤
"You don't have a soul.
You are a soul.
You have a body."