Jacob Berman was (probably) born Yankele Belzczik in “Kricthilik,” near Rovno, Russia (now Rivne, Ukraine) in 1892. He came to the U.S. with his father Pinchas Yosef in 1905(?), with his mother and his sisters, Jenny, Bella and Sarah following in 1912, by which time his father had changed his surname to Berman His father was a butter-and-egg man in Philadelphia, and Jack helped him in his store until he married Rose Brodsky in 1915, at which point the young couple moved into the Brodsky family home.
Jack set up his first grocery store at 19th and Dauphin. He and Rose moved above the store and Sylvia and Mort were born while they still lived there. Then they moved to an apartment above a dry-goods store on Girard Av. where Arnold was born. They stayed there until 1929, when they lost their store with the market crash.
From here they moved to a grocery store on Susquehanna Ave. which also failed in 1931. At this point they moved back in with Rose's mother and two sisters, Freda and Berthe (her father Yehiel had died in 1927), just a few doors down on Columbia St. in West Philly from the Zeitlins.
Jack opened another grocery store at 62nd and Malvern, which Mort named "Teach Your Dollars More Cents," painting the sign himself. This sign nearly put Jack into court for copyright infringement, as, unbeknownst to Jack and Mort, this was the trademark of a Baltimore chain of stores. The sign was quickly removed and no damage was done. The family was getting ready to move above the store when it, too, closed.
In 1935 they moved to 60th and Allman where Jack opened another grocery store. This proved to be more of a success. Rose helped out in the store, as did the boys whenever they could. Jack, however, ordered the goods, made the signs, set the prices and, in short, ran the operation. He also made his own cole slaw and potato salad, which he sold in the store.
By this time, Sylvia was married and Jack was a short, round, bald and jovial model grandfather. To his customers he was Mr. Berman, but to his family and friends, he was Jack. He almost never smoked or played cards (typical pastimes for Brodsky family get-togethers). He had a driver's license for a while, but then lost it when he lost the car and never renewed it when he got a new one. This, however, did not stop him from driving like a cowboy. Though stopped occasionally for his driving habits, he always managed to talk the police out of ticketing him before they had time to ask for his license!
what a wonderful bio.Thanks so much for putting this together. It's sad that we sometimes have to wait so long to get to know people.I know understand mymom's grief even more because Jack's death was so unexpected.
ReplyDeleteI was surprised my mom didnt' have more to say; I think it was a bit overwhelming for her
given her own situation.
Hope we hear form other cousins!
Love to all,
Marsha
Yes, and as Uncle Arnold told us recently, Jack drove so fast, even without his license, that he was once stopped by a cop who asked, "Can I see your pilot's license?" In those days, Arnold explained, when you bought a new car the driver's license came with it! (Maybe they should have thrown in some free speeding tickets, too!)
ReplyDeleteAlso, I have to add that I was always so glad that Grandpop was able to come to my Bar Mitzvah in January 1959. His gift to me was the talis I wore, and then, a few months later, he was gone. I felt lucky to have had him there, and gratified that after Eddie, he could see me, his second grandson, also get Bar Mitzvha'd.
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DeleteJayne here -- so Grandpop died in 57? I would have only been two - surprised I would remember anything. I seem to recall that it was a) near the holidays - i think we had xmas presents under the chair (no tree) and that's where I was and b) it was super early in the morning like 6am...
ReplyDeleteAlso "unknown" comments above from 2009 are from Marc, with better memories since he's 10 years older than me.
Yes, Jayne, but note Grandpop died in 1959, not '57.
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