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In the beginning, Schwartz
Candies served everything
from ice cream to sandwiches
to filet mignon. Al started
learning the art and
skill of candymaking,
along with operating
the business. But running
the restaurant brought
Schwartz Candies near
bankruptcy. Schwartz Candies has always been a family affair. Al and Etta and their two elder daughters, Helene and Muriel, worked in the business from its inception. Etta passed away prematurely. When Al remarried, his second wife, Bertie, was a fixture at the store. Muriel eventually opened up her own stores, first in Manhattan, then in Flemington, New Jersey. By the middle 1970s, as Al and his longtime staff were aging, some changes needed to be made in the business. One major change was the purchase of an enrober, a chocolate-covering machine. For more than thirty years all of the candy at Schwartz Candies had been dipped by hand in the traditional fashion by skilled women with very nimble fingers. A hand-dipper poured a puddle of warm, tempered chocolate on a marble slab. With a clean hand she tossed a “naked”marshmallow into the puddle.
Then, in one swift motion, she covered the candy with her “chocolate”hand, put a symbol on its top with her thumb, and placed it neatly on dipping paper. The dipping papers were all embossed with the Schwartz Candies logo, so the bottom of each candy had the company name imprinted. Around the time of the advent of the enrober at Schwartz Candies, Al Schwartz asked his son-in-law, Ira Boskoff, then in his early 40s, to come and help one of his cooks “lift the kettles.”This assistance inevitably led to Ira learning how to make candy. He worked for a couple of seasons in Manhattan for Al.
When Al’s youngest child, Rhoda, was a teenager, she had also worked for her father. But she never expected to end up in the business. She was a professional singer and a schoolteacher after graduating from Hunter College. Her husband, Ira, had no background in the candy business at the time he married Rhoda. He worked in the financial world for a string of companies from Pfizer to Coca Cola. But Ira took to candy making quickly and well. So, Ira and Rhoda proposed opening up their own satellite store on Long Island, where they lived. In June of 1979 they opened a shop on Willis Avenue in Albertson. With Al Schwartz’s death in 1981, the Manhattan store closed. Now, Ira and Rhoda have run the business together on Long Island for more than 25 years. The fire was devastating, though, by good fortune, no one was hurt. It put Schwartz Candies out of business for almost a year. But the store reopened in its Denton Avenue location after a remarkable cleaning and renovation. Soon after, Ira and Rhoda’s son, Stan, joined them at the store. Stan learned the skill of candy making from his father, and has been in the business for five years. In 2004, Schwartz Candies closed its doors once again, while it searched for new premises. Now the store is firmly and comfortably ensconced in a sparkling new location in Carle Place, Long Island.
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Schwartz
Candies was founded in
1939 by Al Schwartz. He
purchased an already established
business, which was not
only a candy shop, but
a restaurant as well. The
store, originally located
at 127 West 72nd Street
in Manhattan (between Amsterdam
and Columbus Avenues),
found a permanent home
at 131 West 72nd Street
in the mid-1940’s.
When Al and
his wife, Etta, had the
opportunity to buy the
2-storey building at
131 West 72nd Street,
they reopened only as
a candy store. Schwartz
Candies has focused on
homemade confections
ever since. Along the
way, with
great diligence, Al derived
the recipe for the chocolate
covered marshmallows
that are still the hallmark
of Schwartz Candies more
than 60 years on.





Over
that period, Schwartz
Candies has been in three
locations. The longest
period of time was on
Denton Avenue in New
Hyde Park, where the
business drew its loyal
clientele for 15 years.
In late October of 1998,
during the busy anticipation
of the holiday season,
Rhoda and Ira received
a phone call at home
well after midnight.
The store was on fire.
In a panic, Rhoda, Ira
and Stan rushed over
to the store, never to
see a flame, but to witness
the destruction wrought
by fire and extinguishing
alike. Apparently the
workers from the local
power authority, in late-night
duty on a transformer,
reconnected it improperly,
leading to thousands
of volts shooting down
the line, sparking a
blaze at the center of
the enrobing machine.