{"id":27859,"date":"2020-07-15T08:44:27","date_gmt":"2020-07-15T12:44:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/?p=27859"},"modified":"2020-12-09T16:29:36","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T21:29:36","slug":"im-not-kenneth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/2020\/07\/15\/im-not-kenneth\/","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;M NOT KENNETH"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><strong>I&#8217;m not <\/strong><\/span>Kenneth. I was supposed to be Kenneth, but my mother\u2019s father, Albert Zalk, died four days before I was born. So I got \u201cAlbert.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>My grandfather died unexpectedly of a heart attack on a Saturday night (July 9, 1950); was buried the next Monday; and I was born three days later. Over the years I asked my mother how she made it through that week in July 1950. She always brushed me off with \u201cI\u2019m wasn\u2019t even thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_27873\" style=\"width: 242px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-27873\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-27873\" src=\"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/albert-zalk-232x300.jpg\" alt=\"Albert Zalk. Cleveland, 1940s.\" width=\"232\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/albert-zalk-232x300.jpg 232w, https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/albert-zalk.jpg 501w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 232px) 100vw, 232px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-27873\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Albert Zalk. Cleveland, 1940s.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a parallel between my grandfather and me: Albert Zalk spent the last 18 years of his life collecting money for the Jewish Orthodox Old Home, and I\u2019ve spent the last 20 years playing music at Menorah Park, the successor to the Jewish Orthodox Old Home. My grandfather wasn\u2019t a big-time fundraiser for the home. He was not a <em>macher<\/em>. He was an <em>edel<\/em> (gentle) man and part-time Hebrew teacher. He lived in an apartment on East 140 Street and had little savings. His three daughters slept in one bedroom. Maybe he was a schnorer &#8212; a derogatory term for a <em>tzedakah<\/em> collector. I bought a membership to the <em>Plain Dealer<\/em> archives the other day and read Albert Zalk\u2019s obit: \u201c[Albert Zalk] known to thousands of persons in the Cleveland Jewish community for his activities in behalf of the Jewish Orthodox Old Home . . . was a familiar figure in all parts of the community.\u201d So Albert took care of business, and for a good cause, besides.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><strong>Albert Zalk<\/strong><\/span> arrived in New York from Eishyshok, Lithuania, on the <em>President Lincoln<\/em>, via Hamburg, in\u00a01909 at the age of 24. He made his way to the Mississippi Delta. His older sister was already there, married to a former-peddler merchant. Albert eventually owned two dry-goods stores, in Yazoo City and Louise, Mississippi. Albert had financial success. My mom said her childhood house in Yazoo City had a maid, cook and \u201cyard boy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-27870\" src=\"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/yazoo-record-label.jpg\" alt=\"yazoo record label\" width=\"200\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/yazoo-record-label.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/yazoo-record-label-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>My mother bought me a harmonica for my bar mitzvah. A chromatic harp &#8212; not a blues harp &#8212; but still, give her credit. I played harmonica a lot on the Diag at the U. of Michigan. Yazoo Records was a blues-reissue label that started in the 1960s. I liked the company logo.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_27876\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-27876\" class=\"wp-image-27876 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Julia-Stratton-2-1920-2004-with-her-children-Leslie-front-and-Bert.-1953.-300x293.jpg\" alt=\"Julia Zalk Stratton, 1953, with her kids, Leslie (front) and Bert (rear). South Euclid, Ohio.\" width=\"300\" height=\"293\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Julia-Stratton-2-1920-2004-with-her-children-Leslie-front-and-Bert.-1953.-300x293.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/Julia-Stratton-2-1920-2004-with-her-children-Leslie-front-and-Bert.-1953..jpg 444w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-27876\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Julia Zalk Stratton, 1953, with her kids, Leslie (front) and Bert (rear). South Euclid, Ohio<\/p><\/div>\n<p>The Depression walloped my grandfather\u2019s Mississippi stores, and he moved to Cleveland in 1930. Also, he wanted his three daughters to find Jewish boys to marry, and there weren&#8217;t many in Mississippi. Two years after arriving in Cleveland, Albert was traveling through Cleveland Jewish neighborhoods collecting money for the old folks home.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #993366;\"><strong>A relevant<\/strong><\/span> relative: Ann Sklar of Mississippi. She never married and lavished extra attention on her extended family. My mom said Annie didn\u2019t marry her longtime sweetheart because he wasn\u2019t Jewish, and she didn\u2019t want to hurt her parents. Annie graduated from Mississippi State College for Women (The \u201cW\u201d). That was a somewhat unusual thing &#8212; a female college grad back then. (My mom was accepted to Flora Stone Mather, the women&#8217;s college at Western Reserve, but didn&#8217;t go because she couldn&#8217;t afford it. She saved her acceptance letter and attended secretarial school.) Ann Sklar became a secretary and office manager at W. P. Brown farm (Drew, Mississippi) &#8212; the largest individually owned cotton plantation in the South. When I was born, Annie sent me an engraved kiddush cup, along with her handwritten card that began \u201cDear Little Albert . . .\u201d<\/p>\n<p>On Monday I&#8217;m playing at Menorah Park for the first time in four months, because of Covid. Outdoors. Little Albert on the bandstand. (For the record, I&#8217;m 5-8, and have been avoiding &#8220;Albert&#8221; for most of my life.)<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-27861\" src=\"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/kiddish-cup-albert-stratton-albert-zalk-e1594748713644-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"kiddish cup albert stratton albert zalk\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/kiddish-cup-albert-stratton-albert-zalk-e1594748713644-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/home\/yiddis6\/public_html\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/kiddish-cup-albert-stratton-albert-zalk-e1594748713644-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><small>The engraving on this kiddush cup reads &#8220;And it was evening, Albert M. Zalk, 1880-1950. And it was morning, Albert Stratton, July 13, 1950.&#8221;\u00a0[<em>1880<\/em> is wrong. Should read <em>1885<\/em>.]<\/small><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m not Kenneth. I was supposed to be Kenneth, but my mother\u2019s father, Albert Zalk, died four days before I was born. So I got \u201cAlbert.\u201d My grandfather died unexpectedly of a heart attack on a Saturday night (July 9, 1950); was buried the next Monday; and I was born three days later. 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