Park East Kosher Butcher

I an only child, was brought to life Oct. 28, 1925, by my mother, Ceil Kay. Nobody in my family had never even thought about a career in technology or, indeed, mathematics or science. This led me this way? I was exposed to the technology of the day with little understanding of how it has changed or if it was going. But with hindsight I can evaluate the evolution of technology and how it affected the society and myself, a little boy at that time.

When I was four years old, Mom and Dad and I had to settle down with mother's parents, Max and Annie, brothers and sisters than mother, my Uncle Eddie. My father, Harry, born in 1900, has been very protective of me and a person very well. He was a lawyer and studied the Legislature of New Jersey as a Talmudic scholar. He became a lawyer to a lawyer, widely recognized as New Jersey laws more than anyone. I was closer to my mother and uncle Eddie as my father often inaccessible.

Grandpa Max owns a wholesale candy company, a bus pick-up customer, he drove every day, and several rental properties, including the first floor of the house we moved into. Eddie, who was nineteen years older than me, with the support of my father in a few years became a lawyer. For three years, until I was seven, when Eddie was married and his new wife, Carolyn, in the house, I had the advantage of a lot of time with him and less thereafter. Eddie taught me checkers, chess, Battleship and other games that fascinated me, let me look at his magazine, Popular Science (intriguing, but for me, barely readable), and once took me to a room in the basement to see his new "school of chemistry." He made an experiment. It has a clear liquid in a dropper and drip into a test tube holding another clear liquid. Both looked like pure water. Each drop became red as he fell into the liquid test tube, which then turned pink. This was the most wonderful thing I had all the views, and ranked in my childish mind that the advanced chemistry.

When a little older, I liked down to the basement and do things in secret. In a small room for a moment my father had a trunk that repeatedly open and I quickly realized they were on a Scotsman whose life and sometimes I find it surprising and interesting. I was very careful to put everything back as I opened it was. My secret has never been discovered. I later learned that these papers were the remains of a man who died intestate. My father was handling his estate to the Probate Court. I've never said that I had opened the trunk.

I was fascinated by the technology that I saw. A tank in the basement was a coal-fired metal blade adjustable in the pan. The other end of the blade was attached to the delivery truck. The driver of the truck set up the platform. The coal rolled down the slide into a window at ground level at the disposal of the truck parked in the street. Grandpa Max gets up early every morning cold, empty the ash pan hot shovel coal in the coal oven, and lit the lighter. In winter, the house was freezing water until the coal fire in a heated tank, steam or hot water circulating in the radiators of heat in the rooms on the upper floors .

In summer, my grandmother Annie placed on the edge of the window (just above the window of coal) a sign with three numbers: "10, 25, 50." She turns the sign until the desired size block of ice (in pounds) has been on top. When the Iceman came later in the day, he seized with an ice pick with one arm ingenious, the block of the required size of his truck, and Annie has held the door open while ice iceman pushed in. The ice had been cut during the previous winter from a frozen pond with large ice saw two men and kept in an insulated cooler where blocks were not completed until later this year. Only when the refrigeration technology at home has become widely available in the late thirties that the Iceman's work was no longer required.