Cheers and Godspeed to the World’s Oldest Barber, Anthony Mancinelli

Read the story of our first visit with Anthony, in 2012.

Just weeks after finally calling it a career after 96 years of cutting hair, Anythony Mancinelli passed away in his Newburgh, New York, home on September 19, 2019. We will miss him.

It’s been said that if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.

If that’s so, Anthony Mancinelli, recognized as the world’s oldest barber by the Guinness Book of World Records, has been not-working for the past 95 years.

That’s right, Mancinelli, who turned 107 on March 2, 2018, has been barbering since 1923, when he was just 12 years old. Calvin Coolidge was president, and barbers still offered such services as bloodletting (with leeches), wart removal and cupping. There’s no longer a demand for those services, but Mancinelli still has the tools he used back in the day and he is happy to show them to the curious.

“I used to have a bottle of leeches on my counter, and I would put them on people’s skin to drain blood,” Mancinelli told The New York Times in 2010. “In those days, while giving a haircut, I would put a leech over a black eye to bring down the swelling, or on the arm of someone who had high blood pressure because the thinking was their pressure might drop.”

Mancinelli was born in 1911 near Naples, Italy, and eight years later sailed to the United States with his family, arriving in New York on September 11, 1919. Because an aunt lived there, the Mancinellis settled in Newburgh, New York, just eight miles from New Windsor, where Anthony currently resides.

“This country gave me an opportunity to do everything in life,” said Mancinelli. “It’s up to the [individual] to take up something, to do something to make things better for themselves as well as the country. This country gave me all the opportunities in the world to do it.”
So how did he get into barbering at such a young age?

With his father, a felt worker, supporting a wife, seven sons and a daughter on just $25 a week, young Mancinelli announced that he was going to go out and get a job.

“My father said, ‘What kind of a job are you going to get?’,” said Mancinelli. “‘Well, I’m going to deliver morning papers, then I’ll deliver afternoon papers, then after that, I’ll see if I can get a job to learn the barber business.’

“I went to the one of the barbershops here, and I asked ‘[the owner] if he would teach me the barber business. He said yes, so I stood with him and I learned the barber business… His name was Joseph Turi.

“I don’t know why I chose the barber business, but I thought it was a good profession, so I said, ‘I’ll try it out and see how I like it.'”

In those days, Mancinelli arose at 4 a.m. to deliver the morning paper and then came home for breakfast before heading off to school. After school, he delivered the afternoon paper, after which he would spend a few hours at the barber shop. Finally, at 8 p.m., he would head home, where his mother had an evening meal waiting for him, after which, he said, “I would go right to bed!”

That’s a pretty grueling schedule for anyone, but considering Mancinelli was 12 years old at the time, it’s especially impressive.

Having served an apprenticeship and learned his trade, Mancinelli opened his own shop in 1930; he was just 19 years old.
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Short Back and Sides: A Visit with the World’s Oldest Barber

Read about our most recent visit with Anthony, who’s now 107!

Our father, a healthy and vital man of 83 years, was born in 1929.

Five years before that, Anthony Mancinelli started cutting hair for a living—and he’s still going strong.

When we learned that there was a 101-year-old barber still cutting hair just an hour or so north of New York City, we resolved to avail ourselves of his services sooner than later (after all, the guy’s 101—we’d have to be a sap to wait terribly long).

Thankfully, Ms. Cladrite was slated to run her first marathon a couple of weeks back in Portland, Maine, and since we were driving up in a rental car, we left a little early in order to make a slight detour toward Antonio & Pasquale Barber Shop in Vails Gate, NY, where Anthony plies his trade.

We lucked out and found Anthony at the ready upon our arrival. We sat down and he didn’t even bother to ask what we were looking to have done. He began by critiquing our current coif, pointing out with emphasis that the barber we usually patronize doesn’t do right by us, in that he doesn’t taper our hair enough on the sides (sorry, Cesar—he said it; we didn’t!) and then jumped right in, scissors a-snipping.

You wouldn’t believe for a moment if you didn’t know it to be true that Anthony’s age has reached triple digits. He seems no older than 80 and perhaps even younger; only his hearing seemed dimmed by the years—we found we had to repeat ourselves fairly frequently. But we didn’t mind, and Anthony was an engaging enough conversationalist that we were perfectly content listening more than talking—that’s why we were there.

Anthony reminisced about his childhood in Italy. His family lived 60 miles outside Naples, where his grandfather had a farm. Longevity, it seems, runs in the family, as his grandfather lived to be 103 and only died then because he fell off a ladder (he was harvesting something we couldn’t make out—olives? apples? not sure—from the upper branches of a tree and lost his balance).

Anthony said he and his young pals were paid to stamp about on recently harvested wheat to help remove the chaff and also to stomp on grapes with their bare feet at a local winery. He spoke fondly of being allowed to eat his fill of grapes while doing so. Anthony also held forth on the current state of bread—the problem with it, he said, is that wheat germ is now removed during the milling process to be sold separately. When it’s left in, as it was in the old days, bread stays much more moist and lasts much longer. We can’t vouch for his theory, but he spoke it with conviction, so we were willing to take him at his word.

Anthony came to the United States at the age of nine, and it was only three years later that he began barbering. He said he’s lived so long because he was always prepared to work hard. “When I was young,” he said, speaking of his early years in the U.S., “I got up at five in the morning to deliver papers. Then I went to school, and after school, I delivered more papers. Then I went to the shop to get more barber training, and when I was through with that, it was time for bed. I’ve always worked hard.” And we were convinced.

We asked Anthony how often, back when he was a young barber in the 1920s and ’30s, the average fellow came in for a haircut. “Most of them, every two weeks or so,” he said (that pleased us, because that’s our general approach, too). “Some of the older guys, every three or four weeks. But usually two weeks.”

Anthony also reminisced about the ancillary services a barber offered in the 1920s. Anthony burned off warts and performed blood-letting (with leeches, no less), cupping, and singeing. This last is a service we’ve heard referred to in old movies, but had never totally understood. Anthony took a stab at explaining it, though we’re still not sure we get it. Basically, he said that the theory back then was the hair is a living part of the body, even to the extent of bleeding when it was cut (Anthony insisted that he could demonstrate this “bleeding” if he were to rub my hair on a napkin or paper towel while trimming it, but he didn’t remember to follow through.) Anyway, the idea of singeing is to seal off the trimmed ends of your hair to limit the damage. It’s done with an open flame, but exactly what the process is, we’re not entirely sure. It’s not a service Anthony is asked to perform any more (though he insisted he still could do it—he did it with some frequency into the 1980s, he said).

Anthony’s not a terribly well-kept secret. There have been print and film profiles of him in such prominent media outlets as the New York Times, the Voice of America, the BBC, Guideposts magazine, and, believe it or not, Al Jazeera. During our visit, Anthony seemed especially proud of a profile that appeared in a Russian magazine. He showed us the photographs that accompanied that story two or three times.

Our 45 minutes or so in Anthony’s company flew by. If he were within closer striking distance of us, we’d patronize him regularly; the haircut was that good. We were grateful to have had the opportunity to enjoy the tonsorial ministrations of the world’s oldest barber—that he proved to be a gentleman and an engaging conversationalist to boot was just icing on the cake.

Read about our most recent visit with Anthony, who’s now 107!