RE: [Cz-L] Discrimination Thread

Now there's a brilliant thought! Maybe as Mimi started the Cemetery Restoration Society I could start the" Chernivtsi Antidefamatory Society" and use the statue of Franz Joseph on the Ferdinand Platz as our logo!!! You never know,we might even get financial support from City Hall!!!! Cornel

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From: HARDY BREIER [mailto:HARDY3_at_BEZEQINT.NET]
Sent: 10 February 2013 10:41
To: Arthur von Czernowitz; czernowitz-l_at_list.cornell.edu; AJS1PRES_at_aol.com; cornel fleming
Cc: HJarvis16_at_aol.com; fred love; MyRetreat2_at_aol.com
Subject: Re: [Cz-L] Discrimination Thread

Arthur,
 You should have said to driver you belong to the
  new Cherniviti anti defamatory league .
Hardy

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From: "Arthur von Czernowitz" <vonczernowitz_at_yahoo.com>
To: <czernowitz-l_at_list.cornell.edu>; <AJS1PRES_at_aol.com>; "cornel fleming"
<cornel.fleming_at_virgin.net>; "HARDY BREIER" <HARDY3_at_bezeqint.net>
Cc: <HJarvis16_at_aol.com>; "fred love" <fredhotman_at_yahoo.com>;
<MyRetreat2_at_aol.com>
Sent: Sunday, February 10, 2013 11:20 A
Subject: Re: [Cz-L] Discrimination Thread

Repeating my visit to my grandmothers house.

Visit to my Grandmother’s House.
August 2010, my last visit to Czernowitz, the town where I was born, I
wanted to visit my grandmother’s house.
I called a taxi to take me to the house. The taxi arrived and the driver
said “kuda” (“where”) and I said “Vozmite menya k domu moye babushki v
Kos¬modemianskoy ulitse”, (“take me to my grandmother’s house in
Kosmodemianskoy street”). Before the war the street was called Schießstätten
Gasse. He starts driving and we pass the Russische Gasse but he drove the
wrong way. I tell the driver “Vy vidite etot dom, eto gde ya rodilsya.” (You
see this house, this is where I was born”). I tell the driver, turn around
and drive strait to my grandmother’s house without detours as I know this
city and that I am not a dumb tourist. We arrive at the house, I knock, the
door is opened by a young lady, she asks me what I want; I tell her that I
would like to see the interior of the house as this house is was my
grandmother’s house. She tells me that it is impossible; she tells me that
the house belongs to her own grand¬mother. I tell her
 OK, I have no desire of taking this house away from you and all that I
want, is to see the inside of the house. My taxi driver tells her to let me
in and that he does not see a problem. She lets me in, I walk to the
kitchen, gone is the “pripicheck” the place where my father and I used to
sleep on top during the cold Czernowitzer winters and where my grandmother
cooked and baked those fabulous meals.
Gone are the beautiful curtains and the old furniture. I thank the lady and
she takes me to the door, and as I say goodbye, it clicks; I ask the lady if
I could also see the cellar. She wants to know why and I say just for old
times. The cellar was the place where my grandmother kept her wood for
heating and cooking; also her “Vorräte” (“provisions”), like potatoes,
onions, jars of pickles, the sauerkraut and her jars of schmaltz. We walk
down the few steps, I walk over to the wooden column which is in the middle
of the cellar and there it is my name ARTUR, which I carved before leaving
Czernowitz in 1945. I showed this to the lady, and told her, you see this is
my name.
The lady opened her mouth, but no sound came out. I believe that she stopped
breathing. She stood there with her mouth open for a long time and as we
walked up the stairs she kept on whispering, “eto nevozmozhno, staraya
babushka eto nevozmozhno” (“this is impossible, old grand¬mother, this is
impossible”). I kept on telling her, not to worry; I have no desire taking
your house away. The only person who really enjoyed this was my taxi driver,
he just could not stop laughing and when he took me back to the hotel he did
not take any money from me. He kept on saying “molodets, molodets” (“you are
great, you are great”), and also “umnik”, which I believe is “smart” or “a
person with brains”.
He kept on shaking his head, waving his hands and laughing.
*
P.S.: It was Artur without the H, the way it was written in Czernowitz at
that time.
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