max, ca 1895

my great-grandfather max was obviously a cutting-edge sort of guy. here he is on his safety bicycle and sporty cycling outfit in maybe around 1895, which would make him 20 in this undated photograph. bicycling was, at this time, quite the thing to do among the upper and middle classes all over america and europe and i feel like this photograph of max on his bicycle was probably taken to commemorate how very fashionable he was, just as someone might pose for a photograph with their fancy car today.

i personally think that max is one of my most adorable ancestors and the stories i have heard about his kind heart seem to amply back this up. one of the youngest of 16 children, born to a wealthy family in l'viv, ukraine (then, lemberg, austria), max emigrated to the u.s. in 1899. the family lore says that this was so that he could escape compulsory service in the austro-hungarian army. i am not sure if this can actually be true, because the internet informs me that the universally compulsory military service within the austro-hungarian empire began at age 20 and lasted 3 years, after which came an additional 9 years in the reserves. since max was 25 when he came to the united states, he was probably not evading this initial conscription but it is possible - i guess - that he could have been avoiding being called up as a reservist. whatever the case (and i really wish i knew what it was), max settled in york, pennsylvania where he became a tobacco wholesaler.

as i have written before, max married my great-grandmother anna in 1905 at which time he was living in what the clerk filling out the marriage license noted as "redelheim, pa." for a while i puzzled over this - wondering why i couldn't find what i supposed must be a small german enclave called redelheim anywhere in york county or, for that matter, in all of pennsylvania. then i realized (or perhaps someone pointed it out to me) that redelheim and the german pastoralism that name somehow evoked in me was a sort of mondegreen perpetuated by a clerk who (and i don't blame him) didn't realize max and his austrian accent were actually saying "red lion," a town in york county that most assuredly does exist.

max and anna lived in york with their three children - arthur and ethel, who lived to grow up, and william, who did not - as well as an occasional influx of nephews from l'viv who had also come to the united states (whether to escape army service or to find opportunities not available to them in europe, i am not sure). the son of nephew joshua z. stadlan told me that his father lived in york with max and anna (and ethel) for a short time after his arrival in the u.s. in 1921. max wanted joshua to stay and live in york, to join him in the tobacco business as a son, a gesture of generosity and open-heartedness that i see with a certain level of sadness and longing to it. this kind little (and he was very small) man, physically distanced from the large family that he grew up with and left with only a tiny family circle - with a often-ill hypochondriac wife and two children greatly separated in age with the ghost of a dead brother between them - must have yearned after the chance to invite in his brother's and sister's sons, to expand his local family fold and restore something of the close big family of his past. though joshua went his own way as a labor organizer and jewish educator, he always (i was told by his son, emanuel) thought fondly of his uncle max and his cousins, keeping in touch over the years and various distances that separated them, as did emanuel himself. joshua and his wife bessie even had a tree planted in israel on the occasion of my first cousin eric's birth in 1977, which i know because my grandmother kept the certificate in a box with other mementos.

max's same gesture of openness greeted the nephews who came to america after joshua. even though no one has told me this verbatim, i am sure that it did. both of those other nephews - dorian and henry, brothers who came to the u.s. at different times - were very close with max and his children, and though dorian didn't live in york with them, he did work in the tobacco business and spend a large-ish amount of time around his little cousin ethel, who had a huge crush on him (a story for another day).

max instilled the importance of family into his daughter, a girl who grew up without grandparents and cousins her own age, whose address books from the 1930s thru the 1960s now live in my closet and are filled with the locations and birthdays of cousins and relations i never realized she had known. and i am glad that this value of max's has also spread its way to me. i am sure that he would be happy to know about the way i and his distant acht cousins have rediscovered and redrawn the family bonds that connect us. i am also pretty sure he would be slightly disappointed that my sister does not know how to ride a bicycle.

max (meyer) kalisch, 1873-1947

the rosenstein family, ca 1923

happy thanksgiving.

daniel and fanny rosenstein with some of their children and grandchildren

deszö, ca 1917

deszö was my great-grandmother's youngest brother - the youngest son of amalia and nathan - and according the general rules of such things, was much beloved by everyone. as a married man, he lived in mahrisch ostrau, czechoslovakia and worked for one of his brother-in-laws, sigmund natzler (married to big sister hermine). hermine and sigmund's daugher, franziska, with whom i corresponded for almost all of my high school career, was the main and, really, only source of all of my information about deszö. she told me about how he was well-liked and how he "did fine" until he married a beautiful redhead named ella, with whom he had one child: arnost egon, born in 1923. spoiled and ambitious, ella did whatever she wanted and she wanted a great deal, which deszö gave her to the best of his ability. she wanted her own store, so she got one. her baby had to have everything in silk and the best in everything, so that's what he got. then, one day, she decided she wanted to be an opera singer, so she divorced deszö and left him and egon behind. when the nazis came in, franzi said, ella married one of them; when the soviets came in later, she took up with one of them, and in this way, franzi wrote, "she survived them all."

she may have survived, but her son and her ex-husband did not. on april 28, 1942, deszö and egon were deported from prague to the terezin ghetto. two days later, they were taken to zamosc, poland, where they might have worked building luftwaffe airfields, because they were strong, healthy men. or maybe they were simply shot, or sent on to belzec and gassed. whatever happened, they did not return from it.

i find it sad that the only stories i have to tell about deszö are not really about him, but about someone else who was once close to him. all i really know is that he was a good guy and that people liked him and that though he fought for his country during world war i, he was betrayed by it just like thousands of other jewish men like him. i wish i had more to say about him as a person, this golden boy, but i don't know anything else to say. he's just a ghost who belongs to me.

david (deszö) bass, (1888-after April 1942)

harry, bill, selma and charlotte, 1935

i am in tucson, arizona this week for a workshop on cataloging and archiving photographs, which somewhat ironically leaves me with very little time to muse on my own photographic family history. so instead, i leave you with a picture of my grandfather, his sister and their parents -- in tucson, arizona in 1935.

a. harry (1893-1955), william m., selma, and charlotte fenning (1893-1989)

charlie, ca 1920s

my great-grandfather charlie met my great-grandmother rona because of business. he and his brothers, in business as the cleveland wrecking company (based in minneapolis, not cleveland, at the time) bought paint or otherwise had dealings with the armstrong paint company, a business in which sam brown, rona's father, was an important person, though i am not exactly sure what it was he did there. sam and charlie's older brother, lou (who was, according to sources, not a very nice person), were friendly and rona found a short-term job giving elocution lessions to lou's children upon her gradation from the school of expression in chicago. i am not sure how long she was in minneapolis - at least a couple of weeks, i guess - and in the course of her visit met charlie. when it the time came for her to return back home to chicago, charlie took her to the train station, boarded the train with her, stayed on after it left the station and proposed marriage. rona was, at the time, engaged to someone else whose name no one seems to remember, poor guy. no one remembers his name, of course, because rona broke her engagement with him and married charlie instead.

this is one of the only pictures i have of charlie as a young man where he isn't formally posed or looking slightly awkward, and i like it because it's casual and so human and familiar. unlike my dad and my cousin john and many other tall relations who look quite a bit like charlie, charlie didn't attend school past the age of 11 or 12 because his family needed the income generated from his doing jobs like selling newspapers. like his brothers, like my other paternal great-grandfather harry and his brothers, a lack of formal education didn't matter because his native intelligence and close-knit family business saw him grow up into a successful adult. this lack of schooling didn't hamper him in other places either: he had beautiful penmanship that showed itself perhaps to best effect in the wonderfully lovely love letters he wrote to rona in their not overly frequent time apart.

charles harold rose (1894-1964)