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    Two Crossings, Part 13

    On the morning of their fifth full day at sea, the friends all met in the dining room for breakfast. Sarah then continued the story.

    When Jordan and Sarah thought they were doing well enough financially, they thought the time had come to start raising a family of their own. Their first child was a daughter, born October 28, 1919. While Jewish people often name their children for deceased members of their own family, Sarah asked Jordan if they could name their daughter Rebecca, to honor her best friend Rebecca Feibish, who had perished in the Triangle fire. Jordan knew how much Becca had meant to Sarah, and agreed to the name.

    While newborn Jewish girls don’t have as dramatic an introduction to the world as do their brothers, what with the ritual bris and all the attendant hullabaloo, they do have a naming ceremony in the shul or at home. The Feingolds' ceremony took place in downstairs reception area of the Eldridge Street Synagogue in November, 1919, where little Rebecca’s Hebrew name was announced to be Rivkah Chaiya (RIV kah CHAI yah). Sarah explained to the attendees that her daughter was named for a girl with whom Sarah used to work, and with whom she had long ago learned to make gefilte fish. Jordan had to hold onto Sarah’s arm to support her while she was giving the explanation, and Sarah found it extremely hard to get her story out to the congregation.

    They were still excited to see Jacob’s clothing store business growing quickly as 1919 was drawing to a close, and they were saving all their profits in shoeboxes which they kept in their apartment. Jacob still hadn’t developed a trust for the banking system, which he didn’t understand all that well. Sarah stayed home to care for little Becca, but with the combined income from the clothing store and the shoeshine business, they were doing better now than they ever had.

    They were even able to engage in some activities related to something other than earning money now. Both Jordan and Sarah were concerned about the fact that they had to cut short their schooling to help support their families. This left them somewhat lacking in lots of knowledge about things other than selling or making clothes, cooking, or dancing, which had been the limits of their world to this point. They didn’t think that was enough.

    Jordan and Sarah both had a great desire for learning. This was because both were interested in the world around them, and wanted to know much more about it than they already knew, which was next to nothing. They began making frequent trips to the New York Public Library at Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street. It was a beautiful building that had just been completed in 1911, and it was magnificent to look at – both inside and out. Of course they weren’t there just to look at the impressive building, as that was only a secondary benefit of visiting the library.

    Jordan found that he liked history, particularly about the technological advances made in the last century and this one. These advances included things like the telegraph, railroads, steamships, electrical power, radio, and motion pictures. All of these things enabled the people to make huge strides forward in improving their lives over what they were like before these new marvels came along.

    Sarah quickly developed an interest in literature, and she started finding out by reading stories written over a vast span of centuries, that as time progressed and as new things were invented, the basic character of the people themselves stayed pretty much the same over the years. She read books both in English and in Yiddish. Her favorites, in chronological order, were Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey, several works from the Roman Empire including those by Julius Caesar, Cato, and Plutarch. These were followed by biographies of Italian artists like Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci. She also liked several British and Russian writers from the previous century – including Charles Dickens, Leo Tolstoy, and Fyodor Dostoyevsky among others. Sholom Aleichem was a recent Yiddish writer who had come from Russia and lived for a while in New York City. He had gained great fame by writing short stories that captured the essence of shtetl life. Many of his stories revolved around the adventures of a lovable dairyman named Tevye (pronounced TEV yeh).

    Sarah found the Russian novelists like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, as well as playwrights like Anton Chekov, to be particularly fascinating, in view of the fact that she came from Russia, but she had no understanding of anything outside whatever shtetl she happened to be living in at any given time. Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, and Chekov opened her eyes to a Russia that she had never known before. And Sholom Aleichem reminded her of what life was like in a shtetl, which wasn’t really all that unbearable until people started harassing you. Of course shtetl life was rather primitive when compared to what they had in America.

    While Jordan and Sarah both remained devout and observant Jews, neither of them had a burning desire to pursue Jewish studies – they left that to Jordan’s younger siblings Abie and Goldeleh (who had to do this on her own because she was a girl), as well as to Sarah’s younger brothers Benjamin and Emanuel. After his bar mitzvah, Sarah’s brother Reuven lost interest in religious studies also. Jordan and Sarah continued their regular attendance at their shul, of course, but that was about the extent of their activities on the religious front. The Talmud’s deep mysteries would remain a mystery to them for the rest of their lives, and that was fine with them.

    The first generation Feingolds (Jacob and Hannah) and the first generation Jacobsons alternated each year hosting the Seder (pronounced SAY der), which is the ritual meal on the first evening of Passover each year. Jordan and Sarah both really liked the Seder, as it is a beautiful service which tells the story of how the Children of Israel were once slaves in Egypt, and how they came to be free. The service before the meal tells how the Exodus from Egypt came about, and it reminds everyone to be thankful for the fact that the Jews were able to return from bondage to their original homeland. Then comes the meal with the k’nedlech and the gefilte fish and all the other delicious things to eat.

    By 1919, both families had apartments nice enough to host up to 20 guests for dinner, although all 20 weren’t seated at the same table. At least they were all there under one roof. When the second generation such as Jordan, Sarah, Abie, Goldeleh, and the others started having children of their own, the annual Seder started growing with leaps and bounds. They eventually found that they had to divide up into smaller groups. They learned that there is a limit to how much fun you can have when all the growing family is assembled at the same place at the same time. Doubling the size of the crowd doesn’t exactly double the amount of pleasure had by all, as Sarah explained. In fact, the amount of fun even starts to decline rapidly as the size and noise of the crowd increases exponentially. The Wimpoles and Fosters agreed, saying that they had already experienced the same thing in their own families.

    By this time, Jordan and Sarah were able to start enjoying several of the nearby Yiddish theaters. Yiddish theater certainly didn’t originate on the Lower East Side, but neither Jordan nor Sarah knew of it from anywhere else. They had simply never been in a position to enjoy it before. There were at least twenty-four Yiddish theaters in New York City in 1920, and some of them were on the Lower East Side.

    There were a few different types of presentations at these theaters. Some were comical, others were serious. Most of the time, Jordan and Sarah preferred the funny shows as these gave them a release from the tensions of everyday living. There were also times when serious issues were addressed, though, such as political or labor situations. And there were lots of Shakespearean plays done in the Yiddish theaters. The Wimpoles and Fosters got a big kick out of Jordan’s description of Hamlet’s soliloquy spoken in Yiddish.

    In 1921 as business continued to grow, Jordan and Sarah brought into the world their first son, whom they named David. This enabled Jordan himself to undergo what all new fathers of boys experience through the thrills of a bris. Jordan explained that since he had already described William Winholtz’s bris in enough detail to make everyone wince, he wouldn’t subject them to another painful description here. Ralph Wimpole and John Foster expressed their appreciation for Jordan’s not repeating the details of little David’s bris.

    Jordan’s mother Hannah and Sarah’s mother Mary were each only a block away, and both were anxious to babysit their new grandchildren whenever an opportunity arose. In 1922, they got to see their chances for babysitting grow dramatically when Jordan and Sarah became fans of the New York Yankees. This baseball team played at Yankee Stadium in the Bronx, which could be reached easily by subway. Jordan and Sarah came to like pitchers Waite Hoyt and Carl Mays, as well as the first baseman Wally Pipp. But their absolute favorite was the Yankees’ rightfielder Babe Ruth. They each had a feeling that the Babe would eventually be one of the game’s all-time greats.

    In 1924 a second son was born, whom they named Isaac. Now that both Jordan and Sarah were the veterans of their own son David’s bris, as well as several others for the sons of friends in the neighborhood, they were able to take Isaac’s bris like the old hands that they were at this point.

    Things were going so well in the business by 1925 that Jacob decided to open an upscale clothing store in the more prosperous area of Herald Square. Sarah urged him to think about including women’s fashions too, as she had a feel for what would sell. She started designing fashions at this time, and turned several of her own designs into actual gowns just to see if they might be able to sell them.

    Her gowns sold so quickly that Jacob asked Sarah to consider hiring a few seamstresses to make more gowns like that. Sarah seemed to have a natural knack for designing women’s fashions, and they hired four seamstresses to turn Sarah’s designs into gowns. Based on her previous experience as a sweatshop seamstress, Sarah insisted that the girls be paid well and be given pleasant and comfortable working conditions. Jacob agreed because he didn’t want to exploit others. And besides, he was making reasonable amounts of profit even when he provided good working conditions. What more could he want? He said that becoming obscenely wealthy wouldn’t appeal to him anyway. Comfortable was good enough for Jacob – rolling in riches certainly wasn’t necessary – particularly when it required the exploitation of other people.

    In 1925 Jordan and Sarah were upset when one of their favorite New York Yankees, first baseman Wally Pipp, was injured and had to be replaced by some new upstart by the name of Lou Gehrig. They booed and hissed this greenhorn rookie, and that was when Sarah first started making large signs to hold up at games at Yankee Stadium so there would be no doubt about what she thought about things. They hoped that good old Wally would be back in action soon, but every game they went to that year had this jerk Gehrig at first base – even when Wally was feeling better. Of course, they couldn’t help but notice that this bum Gehrig was starting to be a pretty good player himself. Maybe they had been too hasty in their judgment.

    In November of 1927, Jacob was only 55 years old. But after enduring all the hardships of his life in the shtetls of Russia, and his years with handling his heavy pushcarts on the Lower East Side, carrying his loads of goods up the steps to his apartment at night, and back down again to the pushcart in the morning, and with all the mental stress from making sure he provided for his family, he succumbed to a sudden heart attack. Jacob had overcome the difficulties of bringing his family to the New World in hopes of a better life, but in the long run these challenges proved to be fatal to him.

    The new life he had prayed for and worked so hard for, would have to be left to those who followed in his footsteps. Jacob himself would never reap the benefits of making it to America, even though he was the one who took the mammoth and frightening steps to get the family across Europe, then across the Atlantic Ocean, and then settled on the Lower East Side.

    For Jordan, it took a long time for the initial shock of Jacob’s death to even begin to wear off. When it finally did, Jordan remembered that Moses led the Jews for forty years in the wilderness after their Exodus from Egypt, so that those who had known slavery in Egypt would not move on to the Promised Land. Jordan wondered if maybe the same principle applied to his father and his life in this modern-day Land of Promise.

    The day of Jacob’s death, Jordan said the first of what would be many recitations of the mourner’s Kaddish (pronounced KAH dish) for his beloved father.

    Yis'gadal v'yis'kadash sh'mei raba . . .
    . . . .
    Yis'barach v'yish'tabach v'yis'pa'ar v'yis'romam v'yst'nasei . . .
    . . . .
    . . . .
    V'im'ru amen.
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    Two Crossings, Part 14

    On the afternoon of the fifth full day at sea, Sarah was delighted to hear there would be a shipwide bridge tournament – including all the classes of passengers. Jordan was happy to hear about the tournament, but he wasn’t quite as ecstatic as Sarah. For Jordan, bridge had become a pleasant entertainment – for Sarah it was a serious obsession.

    When they had learned how to play bridge in 1930, Sarah was fascinated with this game, and she quickly found out that she could play exceptionally well. It was hard for Jordan to come close to what she could do, but he still enjoyed the game. He played well enough for most situations, but at the really high levels of competition, he was in over his head.

    Sarah had to learn to accept that simple fact, and she appreciated all that Jordan did outside the world of bridge, which made it all right if she would never win any major championships with him. Bridge certainly wasn’t the most important thing in the world – or even close to it. But she was the first to admit that she still liked bridge more than she should have.

    When the tournament started on the Queen Mary, Jordan noted the usual stares going Sarah’s way when she didn’t arrange her cards after they were dealt. She just left the cards as they were, rather than putting all the spades together here, and all the hearts together there. This was always disconcerting to their opponents, but Jordan had become used to it, so he didn’t even have to work hard anymore to suppress his grin when they gawked like that.

    The day was rather uneventful as far as excitement goes, and the Feingolds came in eighth out of 56 couples. The only memorable thing occurred on one hand when an opponent, halfway through playing a hand, came out with “I’ve played that pretty foolishly, haven’t I?” Sarah responded “When you have the aces, kings, queens, and jacks of three suits, how could you possibly play foolishly?”

    The Wimpoles and the Fosters had also been in the tournament, but with the way the couples rotated around the tables, neither of them ever played the Feingolds. After the tournament was finished, the friends found their customary deck chairs for the resumption of the ongoing saga.

    Sarah explained that their favorite of the modern marvels was the motion picture. Rudolph Valentino started making movies in 1919, which was a few years before Jordan and Sarah could afford to indulge in such activities as going to the movies. They finally started going to movie theaters in 1924, which was pretty much the height of Valentino’s career. Sarah told the Wimpoles and the Fosters that she always used to joke that Jordan was the Jewish Valentino, but Jordan would insist that he couldn’t possibly be, because he parted his hair in the center, while Valentino parted his on the left side.

    Those were the days when the written words of the actors were posted on the screen for the people who could read fast – the people who couldn’t read that fast, or couldn’t read at all, would have to rely on someone who could, or else they would remain lost as far as what was going on in the movie. They had live piano players or organists right down in front of the theater, to add a little sound to an otherwise totally silent experience. That way, you wouldn’t have to listen to the guy three rows behind you telling his girlfriend who didn’t know how to read, exactly what each of the characters was saying whenever the words were flashed up there on the screen. Jordan told the Wimpoles and the Fosters that he was really glad that they eventually came up with talking movies, so you didn’t have to listen to people all over the theater reading the lines to their companions who couldn’t read for themselves.

    But in 1926, a year before they came up with the talking movies, Valentino passed away at the age of 31, as the result of a post-surgical infection in the hospital after exploratory surgery found a large ulcer in his stomach. He had so many fans that there were major riots in the streets of New York, which is where he died, but Jordan and Sarah didn’t participate in those. They did, however, get to view his body lying in state at a funeral parlor the next day, before he was taken by train back to Hollywood for burial.

    Then when the talking movies started in 1927, Jordan and Sarah were surprised to learn that a nice Jewish boy, the son of a cantor, was the star of the first ‘talkie’ which was called The Jazz Singer. It was Al Jolson, a Lithuanian Jew, whose schtick was dressing up in blackface and singing. Most of the film was silent, but there were a few songs such as Toot-Toot-Tootsie Goodbye and My Mammy. Jordan tried to sing along with Al right there in the theater, but Sarah elbowed him in the ribs to get him to knock it off before an usher escorted them out.

    Sarah told about the High Holy Days of Rosh Hashanah (ROSH ha SHAH nah) and Yom Kippur (YOM kip POOR) for the year 1928. Rosh Hashanah is the New Year; Yom Kippur is the Day of Atonement. She explained that these two holidays are considered by many to be the most important ones on the entire calendar. It was on these occasions that the shofar, or ram’s horn, was blown. Now there aren’t too many people around who know exactly WHY the shofar is blown, but it’s sort of like what Tevye the dairyman explained in some of Sholom Aleichem’s stories – a tradition. Sarah explained that when she was growing up, she figured it must have been some kind of signaling method that they used in the ancient days before telegraph, telephone, and radio, but she never was able to find anyone who could either confirm or deny her theory.

    That year Rosh Hashanah started with the evening service on Friday, September 15, 1928. Now this corresponded to the year 5689 according to the Hebrew calendar, which means that this calendar started a long time before much of recorded history. By Sarah’s estimate based on what she had read, the patriarch Abraham was born about the year 1710 by the Hebrew calendar, so she guessed that the Year Zero must have been someone’s idea of the time of Adam and Eve.

    Then the even more important Yom Kippur came ten days after Rosh Hashanah. This was the day that one asked for forgiveness for any sins he may have committed over the past year, and for the strength in the coming year to avoid repeating any of those sins – or to avoid committing any new ones. What Sarah disliked most about this particular holiday was the fact that you had to go 25 hours without eating, just to prove your repentance. Now that’s not just eating a little bit, nor is it excluding this or that from whatever you eat over the day – it’s eating and drinking absolutely nothing for an entire day, plus one hour for some reason that Sarah never understood. Neither Jordan nor Sarah was too fond of this particular tradition, but they did it anyway. What they did like about Yom Kippur was the Kol Nidre (pronounced KOLE nih DRAY), which the cantor sings so beautifully.

    The High Holidays of 1928 were particularly meaningful to Jordan and the rest of the Feingold family, because Jacob had been blowing the shofar in shul ever since 1905, two years after the family arrived on the Lower East Side. There were very few who had mastered the proper way to blow the shofar, and Jacob had been one of the few. The shofar sounded so different this year with someone other than Jacob blowing it – in more ways than one.

    It was coming out of the Yom Kippur services that Jordan and Sarah couldn’t help but overhear a disagreement between their neighbors on Norfolk Street, the Rosenblatts, one of whom was very status conscious – as if one could get much status there on the Lower East Side. The younger brother William said to his older brother Joseph, “Why can’t we change our name so we don’t sound so Jewish?” Now Joseph apparently wasn’t particularly thrilled with this idea, but he said “OK, I agree. You can change your name to Schlemiel (pronounced shleh MEAL).” After thinking about that for a minute, William gave up on his campaign for changing the family name.

    In addition to the baseball games, the public library, and the movies, Jordan and Sarah enjoyed taking their children to play in the park on Sunday afternoons. By 1927, Becca was nine, David was six, and little Isaac was three. It was now getting to the point that the children were getting to be more like real people than like babies, which is what they had been until then. Sarah pointed out that a milestone like that was very noticeable and memorable. She went on to say she certainly didn’t mean to imply that there was anything wrong with their babies being babies – it’s just that it seemed so different when their babies started becoming real people.

    Jordan took over the story from Sarah at this point to tell how one Sunday in 1929, while they were out for their afternoon in the park with the children, Isaac suddenly started complaining of bad pains somewhere near his stomach. Having been through three children, all of whom experienced many ailments along the way, Jordan and Sarah didn’t think anything unusual was afoot here. But when it continued throughout most of the next day, they took him to Beth Israel Hospital. It turned out that he had appendicitis – Sarah was merciless with herself for not bringing him to the hospital sooner.

    Little Isaac died in the hospital at the age of five years from the associated complications.

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    Two Crossings, Part 15

    After the somber note on little Isaac’s death at five years of age, Jordan suggested they get ready for the formal dinner that would be held tonight – their last night at sea. The Queen Mary was still knifing through the water at a speed that had her on schedule to arrive in Southampton the next morning.

    When the friends all met in the dining room, the three men were wearing their tuxedos, while the women were wearing their finest gowns. The three women totally ignored the men despite the magnificent lines of their tuxedos and the stunning way they had all hand-tied their bow ties around their well-starched detachable collars. Nor did the women care much about the men’s beautiful cufflinks or the gold-filled studs down the fronts of their white dress shirts, or their gorgeous cummerbunds that were all properly oriented so as to be able to catch any crumbs that fell during the meal.

    It seemed for some reason that the women just wanted to check out each other’s gowns and say “ooooh and aaaaah and ooooh and aaaaah” about all the different features of each one. The men noticed that their wives were starting to sound like the social columnist in the New York Times. If that social columnist had been there on the Queen Mary that evening, he would have written something like this – “Mrs. Wimpole made one of the evening’s boldest fashion statements, wearing a high-neck, sapphire-blue gown of Malayan satin that hugged all her curves, along with long puffy sleeves in an exquisite design by Giovanni Mozzarella. And Mrs. Foster also looked stunning – and slim – in a lime green hand-woven off-the-shoulder gown with a tiered skirt fashioned by Francois Frigidaire. She wore her hair like Gloria Swanson. And Mrs. Feingold was wearing a fetching white strapless gown of silk chiffon with magnificent and yet understated eight-color embroidery by the incomparable Bertha Berman.

    The men were hoping that this gab session would end before any of them developed their first case of nausea on the entire voyage, as nobody had even come close to feeling seasick before this banter began about the evening gowns. After an incredible thirty minutes of mutual admiration society drivel, it finally halted when the ladies simply ran out of gown features to oooh and aaah about. Then everybody sat down for dinner.

    Jordan wanted to tell the waiter that they would like a few extra minutes before he brought the meals, just to let the women rest their jaws before they would have to start eating. But with discretion being the better part of valor, he chose to simply keep quiet on that issue, so they could rest their jaws in relative silence. Otherwise, their jaws wouldn’t really get any rest.

    While they were waiting for the food to arrive, John Foster started talking about how excited he and his wife Beverly were about radio. He explained that they had a very nice large radio in a beautiful wood cabinet in their living room. He mentioned the fact that they had never had entertainment in their own home before the radio came along several years ago, unless they wanted to try entertaining themselves. However, he pointed out that Beverly couldn’t sing a note, and he couldn’t play any musical instruments. And vice versa, as well. But both of them were really good at listening, and were stricken with this marvelous invention of the radio now. They could sit there in their living room and watch the radio cabinet for hours on end, although he did note that it seemed silly that they would watch the cabinet, which didn’t do anything more than sit there. He just said it seemed like the thing to do, even if there wasn’t anything to actually watch. The Wimpoles and the Feingolds agreed that they all watched their radio cabinets as well.

    John said he and Beverly had been listening for eight years now, and were very happy with how much better the programs and the radios themselves were now in 1936, as compared to what they were like when they first started. But when they first started, it didn’t really matter how bad the quality was. The novelty of the experience more than compensated for the lack of quality.

    The Fosters’ favorite program was Fibber McGee and Molly, which had only been on the air for a year now. One of their favorite features of this show, and this happened in most episodes, was when Fibber McGee forgot that his closet was packed to the gills with things he had forcefully jammed into it. So when he opened the closet door, the contents all came tumbling down noisily on his head. And the next week, the same thing happened. And the week after that – and the week after that.

    Jordan talked a little bit about the dancing teacher that had given Sarah and him their lessons more than twenty years ago. His name was Nathan Birnbaum, but he went by Nattie at the dancing school. When he changed his name to George Burns and started his radio act with his new wife Gracie Allen, his career really began to take off. They actually started their radio broadcasts on the British Broadcasting Company in 1926, and had a guest appearance on someone else’s show in the United States in 1930. Then by 1932 they had their own Burns and Allen Show going full throttle. Once in 1933 George and Gracie were on the Lower East Side visiting some friends, and Jordan and Sarah ran into them in the middle of Hester Street. It was a great reunion between the dancing teacher and two of his most devoted students. They enjoyed meeting Gracie and found out that in person she wasn’t anything like the character she played on the radio.

    Sarah told how Jordan and she had become virtual fixtures at Yankee Stadium since 1924. Now they didn’t have season tickets or anything that elaborate, but they started going to at least thirty games a year. These were the years when the Yankee lineup came to be called “Murderers’ Row.” Babe Ruth led the sluggers, followed closely by the first baseman who had replaced Wally Pipp in 1925, Lou Gehrig, and whose value had risen dramatically in the Feingolds’ eyes. In 1927, the team hit its high-water mark, when they won the American League pennant and the World Series, and Babe Ruth hit an astounding 60 home runs. Gehrig had 47 homers, plus 175 runs batted in.

    Jordan then resumed discussing their lives back on the Lower East Side. He said that he and Sarah had considered moving to a ‘better neighborhood’ like most of the people did when they started earning enough money to afford it. But he said that they found themselves to be pretty much attached to the Lower East Side and its way of life. So rather than moving out, they just got their apartment on Norfolk Street redecorated and bought some new furniture. The place just felt like home to them, and they were still near Jordan’s mother, Hannah, and Sarah’s parents, the Jacobsons.

    Business was going so well in the Herald Square store that Jordan and Sarah opened a second store in Times Square in 1929. Sarah continued designing the ladies’ gowns and her seamstress crew had doubled to eight girls at this point. Jordan managed the Herald Square store and his brother Abie took care of the one in Times Square. Each year continued to be better than the last, but they still kept their money in shoeboxes in their apartments. That habit, started by their father Jacob, had been maintained by his sons ever since he passed away.

    While they wouldn’t call it the Great Depression until a few years after it started with the stock market crash on October 29, 1929, the Feingolds’ business began slowing down along with most of the other businesses in the country in 1930. They did their best to keep all their seamstresses working, but by 1932, they had to let two of them go due to lack of work. They managed to give each of these girls a very generous bonus in gratitude for their loyalty over the past years, and promised to bring them back as soon as business began improving.

    Having saved most of their cash in shoeboxes all along, and never having gotten accustomed to spending lots of money, the Feingolds survived pretty well, at least compared to lots of other people in the country. Hundreds of banks across the nation failed, costing many people their life’s savings. Unemployment levels reached 25% in most cities, and even higher in a few others. And salaries declined considerably for those lucky enough to keep their jobs.

    In early 1934, the Feingolds couldn’t believe that the time had already arrived for their son David’s bar mitzvah. It seemed to them that it was just yesterday that he was lying in his crib wearing diapers, and here he was getting ready to read from the Torah in shul. In view of the Depression, they didn’t want to be too extravagant, even though they could have afforded to put on a nice reception after the ceremony. They wanted to keep it simple, something like Sarah’s brother Reuven’s bar mitzvah where Jordan and Sarah had met 23 years before.

    David’s parashah, or reading from the Torah, was called Kedoshim (keh DOE sheem), from the Book of Leviticus, which is considered an expansion of the Ten Commandments. Sarah was again upstairs with all the other women at the Eldridge Street Synagogue, even though it was her son rather than her brother this time who was in the limelight. She couldn’t help but think back to her brother’s bar mitzvah which was so similar, and conclude that the continuity offered by her religion was so comforting to her. In a world where so many things were constantly changing, she could always count on her times in the synagogue as being the firm and steady continuation of familiarity.

    The reception would be quite similar to Reuven’s reception so many years before, where the nice young man with the shiny shoes noticed the nice young lady arranging her strudel on the serving platter. Again there would just be finger food, although there would be a more elaborate dinner at the Jacobsons afterwards for only the immediate family. Of course the immediate family at this point was considerably larger than it had been even five years ago.

    When Becca reached the age of 15 in 1934, Sarah thought it would be a great time to teach her daughter all the secrets of Jewish cooking that were so important for her to know. It was the passing of the torch that had been done so many times before her, and would be done again so many times afterward. Sarah did very well in most of her lessons to Becca, teaching her daughter how to make things like k’nedlech, challah, gehakta leber, strudel, potato latkes, and matzoh brei. Becca understood everything her mother was saying, and proved to be quite a little cook.

    But one dish presented a problem for Sarah. She had to try seven different times before she could get all the way through the lesson with Becca on how to make gefilte fish.
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    Two Crossings, Part 16

    Everybody agreed to get to bed relatively early after the formal dinner, since the ship would be arriving at Southampton early the following morning. They all wanted to watch the ship’s entry into port, which meant that they had to get up a lot earlier than they normally did.

    There was an early breakfast scheduled for the morning of the arrival – breakfast would start at 4 AM since the ship would pass clear of the Isle of Wight at 4:30 AM and enter the channel for Southampton.

    The Wimpoles, Fosters, and Feingolds met at 4:15 in the dining room, before the sun came up. The Feingolds had lox and bagels, but they each had their own distinct preferences. Jordan liked belly lox, which is very salty, along with cream cheese and sliced yellow onion. He liked a lot of lox, enough to completely cover the cream cheese, and relatively thick slices of onion. Sarah liked Nova Scotia lox, which is not salty at all, with cream cheese and sliced tomatoes instead of onions. And she put such a little bit of lox that it didn’t even cover all the cream cheese – it was just scattered in small pieces around the surface of the cream cheese. Jordan explained to her all the time that she just didn’t know what she was missing by not trying it his way, but Sarah never seemed to listen.

    But one thing that both Jordan and Sarah definitely agreed on is that bagels should NOT be toasted. Oh, and another thing Jordan and Sarah definitely saw eye to eye on is that strawberries, blueberries, and chocolate chips, as good as they are, do NOT belong in bagels.

    Jordan had learned over the years, after eating innumerable lox and bagels, that he was much neater when he assembled the entire package into the form of a closed sandwich, as opposed to trying to eat two separate open-faced bagels each having its own lox, cream cheese, and onion. He didn’t make nearly as big a mess with the closed sandwich. However, he did note that when he had it in this closed form, he didn’t get as much lox, cream cheese, or onion. Sarah started to describe some of the messes he had made in the past when he tried the open-faced bagel approach, but then she thought better of it and stopped her description before she made any of the guests sick.

    By 5 AM, they noticed through one of the dining room portholes that the horizon ahead was easily visible now, so they all went topside to have an unobstructed view of the ship’s entry into Southampton. It was a very comfortable 65 degrees Fahrenheit, and a nice breeze was blowing as the ship proceeded up the channel at ten knots towards the harbor.

    Both sides of the channel were lush with green trees – oaks and elms, Jordan thought, but he couldn’t be positive because the ship wasn’t close enough to get that good a look. Ocean liners transiting this channel in either direction were such a common sight here that the people ashore went about their business without stopping to watch the ship. Of course, at 5:30 AM there weren’t all that many people up and about who could stop to watch the ship anyway.

    Just like for their departure from New York, but in reverse order, the tugboats came alongside and tied up to the Queen, to pull her into her berth alongside the pier. Due to the early morning arrival, there were no fireboats spraying fountains of water into the air, nor were there any celebratory tugboat whistles being sounded like there had been for their departure from New York.

    Despite all the activity, what with the tugboats pulling the ship into place and the mooring lines being thrown over to the pier and being attached to the massive bollards along the pier, Jordan again began recalling all the things he and Sarah had described to the Wimpoles and the Fosters over the past several days. Yes, they had certainly come a long way in the past 33 years, much farther than simply the distance measured in miles.

    The Wimpoles, Fosters, and Feingolds exchanged addresses and telephone numbers so they could keep in touch once they all returned to their respective homes. They also exchanged hugs and expressed how much they had enjoyed each other’s company during the crossing.

    Just before they left the ship, it was announced that the Queen Mary had won the Blue Riband with a speed of 30.63 knots for her eastbound voyage, to go along with her earlier 30.14 knots in the westbound direction. This was the fastest combined speed ever recorded for trans-Atlantic crossings.

    As they went down the gangway, Jordan looked at Sarah and said “That’s really great about winning the Blue Riband - NOW we’ll have something to tell our grandchildren.”

    She looked at him, smiled, and rolled her eyes.

    END OF THE STORY

    However, there will be another episode that includes links to public domain internet pictures relating to the story. Links include those to the Queen Mary, shtetls in Europe, ships carrying immigrants to the New World, Ellis Island, life on the Lower East Side of New York, etc.
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    Two Crossings, Links to Pictures

    Here is the Queen Mary honored on a postage stamp 1936 – the year our story took place:

    http://www.qm2.org.uk/images/stamp_uk_13apr2004_42.jpg

    And in a painting with the ship moored in New York:

    http://www.anmm.gov.au/webdata/shop/...mage_678_1.jpg

    And on a post card :

    http://www.oswild.org/hobnob/family/...queen-mary.jpg

    Sailing into New York Harbor:

    http://www.simplonpc.co.uk/2Cunard-V...ry13-1stNY.jpg

    A dining room (notice the chart on the forward bulkhead showing the Queen’s route between New York and Southhampton):

    http://www.pelgranepress.com/SeePage...ueenmary04.jpg

    An observation lounge in the ship as currently configured for restaurant service in Long Beach:

    http://hull534.freeshell.org/obslo-thumb.jpg

    Here are some scenes in various shtetls in eastern Europe:

    http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/1039973_9686c676ce.jpg

    http://www.uoregon.edu/~rkimble/Mirw....in.shtetl.jpg

    http://www.roussimoff.com/Sold Paint...weddingbig.jpg

    http://www.agiftforlaughter.com/images/shtetl-tevye.jpg

    RMS Anchoria – the ship that brought the Feingolds to the United States is shown below. While the Feingolds are fictitious, the Ghetzlers mentioned in the story during all the hardships in steerage were my maternal grandparents. I only wish I had talked to them about their experiences – deferring discussions until after people die is a pretty lousy approach to finding out anything.

    Of course the Anchoria is the ship in the background and not the small boat in the foreground:

    http://www.library.mun.ca/qeii/cns/p...oto0305009.jpg

    Here are some steerage passengers topside watching for Statue of Liberty when an immigrant-carrying ship was approaching New York, as arrival in New York Harbor was the only time that all passengers were allowed topside at the same time.

    http://www.upress.umn.edu/sles/Chapt.../immigrant.jpg

    Here are some views of Ellis Island.

    Exterior
    http://sydaby.eget.net/swe/pics/ellis_island_l.jpg

    Painting of Great Hall
    http://www.delmar.santacruz.k12.ca.u...s/EllisIsland9

    Trachoma check
    http://www.nyc24.org/2003/islands/zo...ory_photo6.jpg

    And some street scenes on the Lower East Side:

    http://www.assumption.edu/ahc/1920s/...Street1903.jpg

    http://www.youthlarge.com/dan/east405.jpg

    http://www.thedustyshelf.com/images/r-photo-4.jpg

    http://ecrp.uiuc.edu/v2n1/bhavnagri/dpa21-01.jpg

    Here’s an overview of the Lower East Side, if you’d like a little more info than the story gave:

    http://memory.loc.gov/learn/features/immig/polish6.html

    Remember that when Jordan was starting out as a shoeshine boy, he watched the construction of the Pennsylvania Station.

    Here’s a shot of it in mid-construction:
    http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/...86f56b.jpg?v=0

    And the magnificent completed exterior:
    http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...n_Station3.jpg

    And the General Waiting Room:
    http://blogs.redding.com/mbeauchamp/...nnStation2.jpg

    The Eldridge Street Synagogue, which is where Jordan and Sarah met on the occasion of Sarah’s brother’s bar mitzvah in 1911, and where Jordan and Sarah were later married four years later.

    Exterior

    http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/...avh1n/610x.jpg

    Interior

    Note that women still sit upstairs and men sit downstairs - a tradition that still stands.

    http://images.google.com/imgres?imgu...cL8ybvmE0IM:&t

    Some views of the garment industry workers:

    http://www.archives.gov/education/le...nt-workers.gif

    http://www.laborphotos.cornell.edu/i...780pb13f7a.jpg

    This site offers tours and movies showing life on the Lower East Side. Under the RESEARCH AND EXPLORE section, you can take a virtual tour of a typical apartment without even leaving your computer:

    http://www.tenement.org/
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    ghetzler family

    Hello, DickZ. My grandfather was Maurice Ghetzler, married to Dorothy Schewitz. We are related, then? Please contact me! - Jayne Rosen in Florida

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    I am thinkingG you must be the Zimmerman we were just discussiing today at dinner. My uncle Leslie hetzler is in town with his wife Lila.

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    Quote Originally Posted by jayne View Post
    Hello, DickZ. My grandfather was ...
    Hi Jayne,

    I've responded twice via private message, so I hope you've gotten at least one of them. If you haven't, please check out the private message feature of this forum so we don't have to bother all the others with our family talk.

    Dick

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