Here is your Friday story,
Unlike today's vista of decrepit buildings, dilapidated housing and
rusting junked cars, the South Bronx in 1950 was the home of a large
and thriving community, one that was predominantly Jewish. Today a
mere remnant of this once vibrant community survives, but in the
1950's the Bronx offered synagogues, mikvahs, kosher bakeries, and
kosher butchers - all the comforts one would expect from a traditional
Jewish community.
The baby boom of the post-war years happily resulted in many new
young parents. As a matter of course, the South Bronx had its own baby equipment store. Sickser's was located on the corner of Westchester and Fox, and specialized in "everything for the baby," as its slogan ran. The inventory began with cribs, baby carriages, playpens, high chairs, changing tables, and toys.
Mr. Sickser, assisted by his son-in-law Lou Kirshner, ran a profitable
business out of the needs of the rapidly expanding child population.
The language of the store was primarily Yiddish, but Sickser's was a
place where not only Jewish families but also many non Jewish ones
could acquire the necessary paraphernalia for their newly arrived
bundles of joy.
Business was particularly busy one spring day, so much so that
Mr. Sickser and his son-in-law could not handle the unexpected throng
of customers. Desperate for help, Mr. Sickser ran out of the store
and stopped the first youth he spotted on the street.
"Young man," he panted, "how would you like to make a little extra
money? I need some help in the store. You want to work a little?"
The tall, lanky African-American boy flashed a toothy smile back.
"Yes sir, I'd like some work."
"Well then, let's get started." The boy followed his new employer
into the store.
Mr. Sickser was immediately impressed with the boy's good manners
and demeanor. As the days went by and he came again and again to
lend his help, Mr. Sickser became increasingly impressed with the
youth's diligence, punctuality and readiness to learn. Eventually
Mr. Sickser made him a regular employee at the store. It was gratifying
to find an employee with an almost soldier like willingness to
perform even the most menial of tasks, and to perform them well.
From the age of 13 until his sophomore year in college, the young man put in from 12-15 hours a week, at 50 to 75 cents an hour. Mostly, he performed general labor: assembling merchandise, unloading trucks and preparing items for shipments. He seemed, in his quiet way, to appreciate not only the steady employment but the friendly atmosphere Mr. Sickser's store offered. Mr. Sickser learned in time about their helper's Jamaican origins, and he in turn picked up a good deal of Yiddish. In time young Colin was able to converse fairly well with his employers, and more importantly, with a number of the Jewish customers whose English was not fluent.
At the age of 17, the young man, while still working part-time at
Sickser's, began his first semester at City College of New York.
He fit in just fine with his, for the most part Jewish, classmates -
hardly surprising, considering that he already knew their ways and
some of their language. But the heavy studying in the engineering
and later geology courses he chose proved quite challenging. Colin
would later recall that Sickser's offered the one stable point in
his life those days.
After signing up for an ROTC program and serving two tours of duty
in Vietnam, the young man quickly rose to the top ranks of the U.S.
military. In 1989, under President George Bush, Colin Powell was
sworn in as the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
In 1993, two years after he guided the American victory over Iraq in
the Gulf War, Colin Powell visited the Holy Land. Upon meeting
Israel's Prime Minister Yitzhak Shamir in Jerusalem, he greeted the
Israeli with the words, "Men kent reden Yiddish" - "We can speak
Yiddish."
As Shamir, stunned, tried to pull himself together, Colin Powell -
now U.S. Secretary of State - continued chatting in his second
favorite language. He had never forgotten his early days in
the Bronx.
Zev Roth
Author of "The Monsey-Kiryat Express"
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