A peak of the book on Jews

Chapter seven: On the boat, Freedom Flight. The Jew

I wrote this book a year ago.  It is on Amazon.com under books by Barry Wax.  It is about the Russian Revolution.  It cost about six dollars and it is book one.  You can order it from Amazon if you wish.

English: The Statue of Liberty, seen from Elli...

English: The Statue of Liberty, seen from Ellis Island. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The captain of the boat Joseph Trumpeldor had everyone aboard. It was time to leave but one passenger was not present. His cousin the Baron was no where in sight. Seymour had apprized him of the delicate position they were in and he was anxious to leave port. He wanted to stay out of the fray for he feared the Holy Synod and their henchmen. Finally after waiting an extra four hours he gave the okay to go to sea. Even Seymour agreed something was amiss and the longer they delayed the more dangerous the situation.

Frieda was amazed but some of her people from the village, Vyborg. None of the whores were on the ship but there were some of her neighbors forced out in a pogram six days prior. There was a prior client with his wife and two children on board. Boris Donovitch and his wife Dela were in steerage. Dela was terribly quiet. During the pogram her son Adam had been trampled to death by the cossacks on horseback. She went into a comatose state when she saw his crushed body before they buried him. She did not speak any words just cried continually even when her eyes could not produce any more tears. Two days out of port, she turned to her husband and said she was going to speak to Frieda. Boris was amazed, he took this as a good sign, a sign of recovery and looked forward to her returning back. Fifteen minutes later his happiness changed to grief as Dela threw herself off the boat into the Atlantic Ocean. She was under the surface in seconds. By the time they stopped the boat and let down a life boat all knew she was gone. Boris huddled with his two children and they cried for now they had suffered two loses and felt lost.

The Baron was indeed in a bad situation. Upon leaving St. Petersburg and heading for the boat his carriage passed a road where he saw in the distance a small troop of calvary in pursuit of him. He made the driver turn a bend and when out of sight departed the carriage and went on foot to avoid capture. He was a man possessed with the knowledge that his death would be wanted by the Synod and he decided to do everything in his power to avoid this.

He would not see his son, in name only, get his Bat Mitzvah on the ship. Barouch was attended to by a Rabii he did not know, the words were said, kisses and hugs, just before the boat docked near Ellis Island.

Ellis Island was not the first sight of the new world. Just as the celebration was over all the passengers on the ship moved over to the starboard side to view the Statue of Liberty. It was an impressive sight even to those who had lived in castle in Russia. A castle serves a function. A place to live. But this was for a greeting card welcoming people who were coming to a new place. There was excitement on the boat as she traveled past the Statue and headed to Ellis Island. Will America welcome these Jews or find cause to send them back?

Barouch looked at the statue with awe. He had never even heard of such a beautiful piece of work. Sure they had monuments in Russia but this was a welcome piece and that made it unique. He did not know the background of the monument, that it had been designed by a Frenchman named Bartholdi and was a gift from France. No monument in Russia was a gift from a foreign country. He saw it was a female form but did not know it was the female goddess named Libertas, a goddess of freedom, he could see a torch and what looked like a tablet, but he did not know that it had inscribed on it the date July 4, 1776. He certainly did not know enough American history to equate this date to the birth of the nation he now was entering.

The Freedom Flight moored near Ellis Island. A tug boat came to the port side and members of entry personnel came aboard. The passengers were  arranged into two categories. The first and second class passengers would be processed right on The Freedom Flight. Only the steerage passengers would have to go to Ellis Island by ferry.

Seymour Yakovlevich was of the first class. In his party was his wife, Lior, and his three daughters. Aviv, Dalia and Eliana all born with two years between them. The oldest now sixteen, the youngest ten. There was a boy but he had died in childbirth. He had died even before they had time to name him. But in the Jewish tradition he was named for Seymour’s dead grandfather, Abraham. Jews do not name their children after a living person. Therefore juniors and seniors are not in their vocabulary. They had brought two servants with them who were also allowed to join them on the privileged list.

Also in this group of privileged people was Frieda and her ward, Barouch. Barouch was concerned about his father, but the Baron was a resourceful man as his brother kept reminding him and would show up later.

Forty or so privileged travelers got off the boat and started to make their way into their new home land. The rest went to the giant hall on Ellis Island to be processed. Even in America money talked.  The elite system was in force.


When it makes no cents it makes no dollars

Does Johnathan Flakes throw snow balls at Lord Snowden?

Does acid rain etch into the trees?

Does the ball boy have a thing for balls?  What about the ball girl? 

Are you kidding said the goat to its offspring?

Are the springs in a mattress rust from the water?

Piano cat passed away yesterday?  Is he playing his organ in heaven?

If a person is in stable condition what stall is he or she in?

There is no I in team but plenty of you’s make up a team.

If a salmon is gay does he bother to go upstream to reproduce?

Can a defensive end be offensive?

Can an unstable person be considered out of the stable?

If you see a mare at night is it a nightmare?

Who was before Richard Prior?  If he had a duel who would be his second?

Does a man with armor lift his visor with a gloved hand?

Can a lawyer argue with his briefs?  What if he wears boxers?

I knew a person with the last name of Gust but every time she spoke she blew me away with her breath.

Can a half open door be considered ajar or with a gap?

If you could walk on water could you also walk on jello?

What does an astronaut do in space if he or she gets a toothache?  Who drills them?

Are drill instructors in the Marines have a degree in dentistry?

If one is standing by where does one stand?

A Love Story with a Stamp


A long time ago when I was single and living in an apartment in Brooklyn I had a roommate. His girlfriend told me of a young lady who lived on Miami Beach who needed to be cheered up because she had just broken up with someone. Would I write her a note to brighten her up?

So I did. A couple of days later I got a letter back. At the bottom was a memo which asked me to write again. So I did. Later that week I got another letter and the rest you can figure out. Since I was running out of ideas of what to write about, I brought the project to my first period seventh grade class who helped me write the letters of the next few weeks.

The kids in the class got a big kick out of the project and since I was teaching English it fit in with the curriculum. It also made the students feel some empathy which I guess was a good thing.

After numerous letters, back and forth, Alice decided that I was okay and invited me to meet her on my Christmas vacation. So I did. We hit it off and when I returned during my Easter vacation I proposed. We got married.

Three kids later and three  grandchildren turned out because of the United States mail system. But then again stamps were cheaper. Would I do it all over again? You betcha.

A side note. My wife was born in Brooklyn Jewish Hospital, Sept. 15, 1945. I was born in the same hospital on Dec. 17th. The same year. I think the same maternity room and maybe the same crib. Held by the same nurse and birthed by the same Doctor. Were we meant for each other? I think so.

My History: fact or fake

This is a post I did awhile back.  It is extremely important to me but I also find one of my fellow bloggers had a great story which she sent to me from comments.  Here are both.

Immigration Story

My own story of immigration has no documentation just oral history which I believe has been distorted.

I believe, and remember the facts maybe distorted, that my Great Grandfather’s name was Maxovitch Vesbrobnik. He was from Russia and came over to Ellis Island about 1909.

The problem at Ellis Island was the sheer amount of people it needed to process on a daily basis. Of thousands of people a day only two percent were not allowed into this country. The main reason was health issues.

The average wait at the island to be processed was only two to three hours. There was the forms that were filled out on the ship and the manifest document which aided the interviewing personnel. Language problems were always present. Translators were rare and sometimes a person had their words misinterpreted.

My Great Grandfather probably had a document but it was in Russian. It is a different language completely. It is not one of the Latin Languages which have some similarity. It is in Serilic. The interviewers were generally not Russian. The pressure of getting everyone done by the end of the day was enormous. Just think, where do you house all the people you can not process. That is why there were many cracks in the system as mistakes were usually buried in paperwork. The immigrants did not care as long as they got in. Many lied about their age. If they were alone and thought they had to be eighteen they lied and said eighteen. That is why many of them have the wrong age when they died. My wife’s Grandmother had a discrepancy of two years.

Maxovitch had a different problem. His name was to long and the interviewers shorten it. Maxovitch to my knowledge means the son of Max. The vitch was eliminated and he became Max. His last name was also changed. They asked what did he do in the old country. He must have made candles. So his last name became Wax. Thus in came Maxovitch Vesbrobnik and out went Max Wax. This happened to a lot of people. Last names were changed on the spot and if you wanted entry into the country with paved streets of gold you accepted the change. I believe Max had nothing to do with candles. He dealt with wax in making castings for jewelry and that was the family business. But that was a secret and many a secret was hidden by Ellis Island


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A small blast from the past.

They were smiling in the old folk’s home called Blue Bayou,

Watching television playing the oldies of the past.

They rocked in rocking chairs to an imaginary beat,

While they watched shows that gave them a nostalgic blast.


Their minds wrapped in the past with shows now retreaded so many times,

A time of the past when money had meaning, and people saved nickels and dimes.

When you shopped you picked up a t.v. dinner or two,

A time when the color of the oceans and sky were a beautiful blue,

Now polluted to a gray and scum green from drains to the sea and funnels that spew.


Leave It to Beaver was on and the group reminisced of their grandchildren so grown,

Coming up next was the Rifleman and then the Twilight Zone.

Black and white still in vogue with color coming in,

Watching Lassie and the Yukon dog named Rin Tin Tin.


The Long Ranger rode with Tonto and never killed a man,

On the other hand, the Rifleman was a killer of sorts and yet had many a fan.

Detectives were aplenty with Peter Gunn walking the streets,

Route sixty-six and Henry Mancini made many an intro with mean beats.


Perry Mason protected so many from the mean Paul Drake,

Lost in Space had astronauts lost with Harris the weird flake.

Superman was simple, fighting crime with no psycho streak,

Batman fought crime with Robin and the Penguin was a sneak.


Many moons ago and yet for the old people in the room a smile of the past,

That is until  supper time and the television was off, so things do not last.

Last night

Went to the Bolts game last night with my son and grandson.  Three generations of the Wax clan.  I remember like it was yesterday.  I was riding on the subway to work with my Grandfather, my Uncle Irv and the youngest me.  I was thinking three generations of Wax.  Now, I am the old man.  It is the circle of life.

Now I am not a big fan of hockey.  Grown men with sticks hitting a puck on ice.

The seats were great but the pounding of the music and the constant back and forth was enough to get me dizzy.  Add to that but the Boston team creamed Tampa.  When the team you are routing for does poorly it makes for a dismal game.

One other thing that disappointed me was the amount of tipsy people at the game.

Beer flowed like the rivers of tears.  It was St. Patty’s day and a good excuse to drink.  We left early because it was a blow out and the drunks would be driving.

Better safe than sorry.

The best was being with my kid and grandkid.  I call Sam my kid, but he is a man.

Six feet two with a van dyke beard turning gray.  He is flying to Japan on Tuesday to be a tourist.  He is going to a sumo wrestling game.  A sport of two fat men trying to push each other out of the ring. Another sport which is dubious in nature.

For goodness sake they are wearing what appears to be diapers.  Then he is going to take a tour of Hiroshima.  That was the first city we A bombed.  It is strange that we visit the sites of death and make them tourist places.  When I was younger I went to the Anderson death camp in the states.  It was a prison camp in the Civil War.  What we go see as tourist can be really left field. 

Remember the movie Field of Dreams and Costner built a baseball field in the middle of his farm.  That now is a tourist destination.  My grandson on the other hand is in California scoping out colleges for the future.  He is a junior at his high school. My daughter on Monday is heading for the Philippines for a three-week vacation.  I remember when going across the town we lived on was a trip.  Now we go half way around the world.  In the future the trips will be to the moon or Mars.

The Tea Pot Dome scandal and Trump Towers in Russia.

Sleeze in Washington is nothing new.  The worse was Harding who was plain oblivious to the actions around him.  He was associated with the Tea Pot Dome Oil Scandal.  Worse was his secretary of interior, Albert Bacon Fall.  He is accused but never convicted of murder.  He is convicted in a crooked affair with the selling of oil rights at the Dome.  The first cabinet official to go to jail. For the crime he served nine months.  So when you look at Washington you have got to realize that scheming and corruption are not new.  No  wonder the American public is fed up with the practices that go on there.  Trump is going down the path well worn of many who took advantage of their positions.  Nixon was not the first.  The well being of the country takes a back seat to the financial gain of privilege and position of power.  We align ourselves with dictators and the country will be stained with lies and deceit.  


The Teapot Dome Scandal was a bribery incident that took place in the United States from 1921 to 1922, during the administration of President Warren G. Harding. Secretary of the Interior Albert Bacon Fall had leased Navy petroleum reserves at Teapot Dome in Wyoming and two other locations in California to private oil companies at low rates without competitive bidding. In 1922 and 1923, the leases became the subject of a sensational investigation by Senator Thomas J. Walsh. Fall was later convicted of accepting bribes from the oil companies and became the first Cabinet member to go to prison. No person was ever convicted of paying the bribes, however.

Before the Watergate scandal, Teapot Dome was regarded as the “greatest and most sensational scandal in the history of American politics”.[1] The scandal damaged the public reputation of the Harding administration, which was already severely diminished by its controversial handling of the Great Railroad Strike of 1922 and the President’s veto of the Bonus Bill in 1922.

Albert Bacon Fall, (born Nov. 26, 1861, Frankfort, Ky., U.S.—died Nov. 30, 1944, El Paso, Texas), U.S. secretary of the interior under President Warren G. Harding; he was the first American to be convicted of a felony committed while holding a Cabinet post.

Fall had little formal schooling but studied law and, after moving to New Mexico Territory, began to practice in 1889. After a lengthy political career in New Mexico, he was elected to the U.S. Senate in 1912, serving until his appointment as secretary of the interior in 1921. He resigned from the Cabinet two years later and returned to New Mexico.

In 1924 a Senate investigation revealed that Fall had accepted a large bribe to lease to private oil interests, without competitive bidding, naval oil reserve lands in the Teapot Dome reserve in Wyoming and other reserves in California. He was convicted of bribery in 1929 and served nine months of a one-year prison sentence.


On February 1, 1896, Fountain and his eight-year-old son Henry disappeared near the White Sands on the way from Fall’s Three Rivers Ranch north of Tularosa to their home in Mesilla.


Albert Jennings Fountain (October 23, 1838 – disappeared February 1, 1896) was an attorney who served in the Texas Senate and the New Mexico House of Representatives. Following a purge of corruption among cattle rustlers that Fountain investigated and prosecuted, he and his eight-year-old son Henry disappeared near White Sands, New Mexico. Their bloodstained wagon and other evidence of an ambush were recovered, but the bodies were never discovered. Suspicion centered on two rival landowners, Oliver M. Lee and Albert B. Fall, but their involvement was never proved, and no charges were ever filed.