{"id":31600,"date":"2024-04-24T08:00:18","date_gmt":"2024-04-24T12:00:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/?p=31600"},"modified":"2024-04-17T11:20:47","modified_gmt":"2024-04-17T15:20:47","slug":"sewing-machine-guy-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/2024\/04\/24\/sewing-machine-guy-2\/","title":{"rendered":"SEWING MACHINE GUY"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nMy parents<\/strong> <\/span>stopped hanging around with\u00a0 rich people because my parents couldn\u2019t afford to. One of my dad\u2019s childhood buddies built shopping centers. My father was not going to spend money at fancy restaurants with him for no good reason. My parents socialized mostly with self-employed business people \u2014 a hardware store owner, the sewing machine guy and a shoe store guy.<\/p>\n

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(R) Alex Kozak, 1962. Stratton backyard.<\/p><\/div>\n

The sewing machine person, Alex Kozak, sold record albums to me. Appliance store owners used to sell records. Mr. Kozak was a World War II Red Army veteran \u2014 a Hungarian Jew who escaped the Nazis and fought with the Russians. I borrowed his cavalry boots for my high school Canterbury Tales<\/em> presentation. Mr. Kozak was a big man \u2014 one-and-a-half Isaac Babels. Mr. Kozak sold me Bechet of New<\/em> Orleans<\/em> and Be-Bop Era<\/em>., both RCA Vintage Series LPs.<\/p>\n

My dad liked hanging around with the Holocaust survivors; many of the men knew baseball, and they were for the most part no-nonsense. What was there to talk about \u2014 the good old days?<\/p>\n

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Yiddishe Cup gigs for Holocaust survivors\u2019 luncheons were difficult. The crowds often wouldn\u2019t pay attention. They would kibitz during the music. Another thing, the organizers would sometimes say \u201cjust a short program for the survivors.\u201d\u00a0 How long was a \u201cshort program\u201d exactly?<\/p>\n

I had a classmate, Gary (not his real name), who re-told his parents\u2019 Nazi horror stories for the Cleveland Press<\/em>. This was in the 1960s \u2014 pre-\u201cHolocaust,\u201d the term. Gary\u2019s father worked at a kosher poultry market. Gary was religious. He often stayed home for obscure (to me) Jewish holidays, like Succot. Some of the Jewish kids teased him when he came back. The non-Jews were oblivious.<\/p>\n

I emulated<\/strong><\/span> Gary\u2019s “Let’s go, Jews!” writing style. I wrote a letter to the Cleveland Press<\/em> protesting the first U.S. Christmas stamp with a religious symbol (Madonna and child), 1966. I said the stamp violated the separation of church and state. I got letters. One reader said, \u201cGo to Vietnam where men are men and not homosexual like you.\u201d That motivated me \u2014 not to go to Nam but to write more letters. I wrote about Poland expelling its last Jews in 1968. What would the Poles do when they ran out of Jews? That letter, too, got some play. I vied with Gary for champion Jewish teenage letter writer. All I had to do was write \u201cJew\u201d and I would get half-baked, vitriolic feedback. I had been through so little and wanted to experience World War II (without the pain). Then go home and eat some Jell-O.<\/p>\n

Sewing machine guy:\u00a0 About 20 years ago, at a klezmer concert in Detroit, I ran into Mr. Kozak\u2019s older daughter for the first time in decades. She told me her nephew had the cavalry boots now \u2014 the ones Mr. Kozak had worn as he rode through Prague with the Soviets in 1945, and the ones I had worn in high school English class.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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