Moving on to another place...I have mentioned 'The Farm'. This wonderful house in Pennsylvania that my parents built. Here is a picture of part of the front of the house, before the landscaping was done, 1937 I think.... And then here is a photograph of my mother with someone but I'm not sure who...She is standing outside the front entrance to the house as seen in the photo above...it is Summer....she is on the left. They called the place "Huckleberry Hill Farm" because the entire hill was covered with Huckleberry's. One of the things we did every summer was pick enormous amounts of Huckleberry's and box them and then sell them to one of the big hotels that was in the area...Buck Hill Falls for one and Skytop for another...it is interesting to note that at that time both these very exclusive Hotels were 'Restricted'. Yes. No Jews were allowed...kind of like the movie "Gentleman's Agreement". And the irony in this was that here we were, a Jewish family, selling these many hundreds of boxes of berries all picked and boxed by our mostly Jewish hands. (And incidentally, the money that we made from the berries was always donated to a different charity each summer...) Here is Robin feeding someone, (again I don't know who), some berries and I am over to the right in the photograph...I believe that the first time I became aware of overt anti-semitism was driving to the farm...there were all these small summer hotels along the roadside in South Sterling not far from the farm...one in particular had a really big sign under their Hotel sign that was right there by the roadside for all to see---in fact, you couldn't miss it---and it said, 'No Dogs Or Jews'. I love that The Jews got second billing to the dogs...! It's not disimilar to the places that used to have signs out front that said 'No Dogs Or Actors'. Amazing that people always got second billing to the dogs! Man's best friend indeed.
More on the farm tomorrow...
wow, that was some "farm"!! gorgeous!! That door alone is fantastic! but then I love wood and stones ..
it's almost B'day time!! woohoo~~
How bad is that I'm not looking to your birthday getting here?
I know that this walk down memory lane is only building up to the birthday - and I am so enjoying the stroll with you!
Keep the memories flowing!
i agree - that door was beautiful! and those old photos were lovely! ;)
Your memories are very moving Naomi. The childhood is a complex time of our life. When I see my childhood's photos they made me get teary eyed, maybe because they bring back my life, my happiness, my sadness, my fear, my hope, the unknown future ....
So beautiful the "Farm", your Pennsylvania's house. As always, I love all these photos, principally because they are from you, my dear Naomi!
I wish my house looked like "the farm"! Beautiful
On those band uniforms, may I just say that I love the capes.
Makes you look super.
Thank you, Naomi, for answering my question. Great story about attending school during the winter months in Florida. And I loved your sailor pants too. What a sweet looking little girl you were.
The "farm" is spectacular! Looks like a castle.
Shaking my head on the anti-semtism that you remember. Amazing about those signs! Such small-minded people....unfortunately, much of that is still around in the world. Thank you for another great installment!
Thanks so much for sharing those photos! And thanks, too, for stopping by my blog the other day.
Oh my goodness
I had no idea that Jew hating when on here?!?!
I am amazed when I hear my great grandparents stories about it....that time I mean.
But they had stories of Russia
I love those pictures. ahhh makes me want to eat fresh berries :)
That door and the home was fabulous. Is it still there today? I'm not sure I would ever want to leave that hilltop.
I think my grandmother had huckleberries, no I believe it was gooseberries, growing along the fence row in the farm yard. Those were the tartest berries, a real zing to your mouth.
Okay, the band uniforms that we had to wear in school were bad, but not as bad as what you had to wear. :-)
What a beautiful "farm!" I love the doorway...such architecture!
Those signs are horrible that you had to read. It is disgusting that man could hate like that.
Your band uniform was.....cute, yeah, that's the word! ;)
Hi! I think you've stopped by my blog before.
Loved the photos. And the descriptions.
That house looks like a mansion! Those sailor pants are adorable! omgosh you were such a cute little girl. And the band uniform, YOU GO GIRL!!
Of course, I'll be at your virtual party. I'm already excited.
Cheers to a lovely day!
That was an awesome farm. That house didn't belong to the farm. It was far too lovely to be there.
Your pictures are lovely. You really showed your art in entertainment even when you were young.
As always, I love these little glimpses into your past, Naomi. Great photos, too. I can't imagine how I would have felt reading those signs, and I am sorry that you had to see and know about them.
Oh my Naomi!! That grand home for that many years ago!! I would have thought your family were very rich indeed! Love how that entrance is made!
Great school photos. I like it that you got to play the triangle! How neat!! Those outfits!! That sure must bring back so many memories for you.
You are doing a great job with this Naomi. The excitement mounts as your birthday party draws closer each day!! .....Now what shall I wear..........
oh gosh those are some great pictures..
I love these types of images.....
So much fun....
Okay...can I say it....other than the "interesting" band uniforms, you wore the cutest clothes as a kid! I love that outfit in the first picture.
What an incredible farm! An absolutely beautiful building.
It is interesting to hear about your schools (I, too, had wondered if you attended school in Florida).
A side note--thank you for your comment on my blog about that picture. I drew that about 3 months ago and it is the only things that I have ever drawn that I liked when I was done...and to have someone who is a real artist compliment that was very special.
what i just discovered by reading your interesting posts - is that age doesn't matter in blogland ... you just have 23 years more life experience then i have, and your stories and pictures are really wonderful ... great read ...
those are great pictures.
michele sent me tonight.
What I noticed about this post was how different and how similar childhoods can be. You grew up with wealth, and that house is beautiful, while I grew up the child of carnies and lived in an apartment behind our local jail. But I also got out to the country to friends' and families' homes. I never noticed we lacked anything, because as far as I could see, everyone lived like we did. As for the prejudice, you experienced it for being a Jew and I for being poor white trash. I never thought of myself that way, but it is interesting how cruel people can be and who they choose to hate. Another interesting note, I grew up with a German aunt who married into our family. She had a number tatoo on her arm, so did her sister. I was very young, but was reading the diary of Anne Frank in school. The teacher had shown us many pictures from concentration camps, so I recognized the tatoo. I remember questioning my mom about it. I thought Aunt Louise was German, not Jewish. I wanted to ask her all about her tatoo and have her come to school for show and tell. Such is the innocence and non-comprehension of childhood. I remember before a family reunion my mom lecturing me not to mention the tatoo. Of course, I stared at it and wheedled my way close whenever I could to study it. I wouldn't know the true story until I was 18 and my aunt opened up to me. Her family were Socialists and her family was placed in a concentration camp, because of something she did. Her eldest brother was given the choice of camp or Russian front. He chose the Russian front, believing he would have a better opportunity to escape. Anyway, I digress. Thanks for sharing your memories.
I think that school restrooms probably have bad memories for many people. Since the teachers didn't always frequent the kid's restrooms, the bullies could get away with stuff and that was a good place to try - not many witnesses of the adult kind at least. I'm glad you don't remember it. Just the feeling is enough I think. I'm glad the other school had such better memories. :)
The farm had stunning views and the house was gorgeous.
"Interesting" band uniform lol.
I have pictures of my mother in her marching band uniform it was almost that interesting too.
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