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Edited by Dale Rosengarten, great-niece of the author
Memories of my beloved little home town are many-faceted mirrors: From afar a vision will appear, an incident may reverberate in my ears, an event once heard described all suddenly become illuminated. A mysterious power carries me far away
Honored editor!
Our very own well-known Menachem-Mendl[1] would probably have expressed it differently and written it better. But since I am not Menachem-Mendl and you are not Sholem Aleichem, this fervent infatuation of mine for Kryvitsh will be worded in the manner of Shya Katzovitch a simple man. How this much-loved little home town is remembered, how it looked and how it felt to live there Kryvitsh How tiny you were in the great wide world. And how great loomed the world outside. And yet, at the same time, the world is small as well.
Thus I recall, and imagine Kryvitsh, Novo-Sibirsk, Tashkent, Tsimkent and Sanok Vilna, Warsaw all of this from an ordinary man from Kryvitsh, all this to be packed into a little book. Perhaps it is presumptuous of me to assume the task of portraying my home town, as it looked in the last decades of the nineteenth century from tales I heard as a boy, as I saw it with my own eyes while I went to school, and later as a young adult up to the time of the first World War.
In the last half of the nineteenth century, Kryvitsh had a street which was a vyorst in length (about 2/3 of a mile) and ran from the Russian public school past the Polish Catholic church to the south, up to the Greek Orthodox church of the Byelorussians at the north end. Then there were a few houses beyond the Polish church on the right side. And, even in those days, there was a bridge from that road over the river Servetsch, leading to Dolhinev-Kraysk a town in the vicinity of Minsk, which, after the first World War, remained a Russian Territory. A bit farther on, after a few scattered houses, you reached a square, which intersected the long street. On the right there was Bath Street, on the left, the Miadler Street. The aforementioned long street reached our little town all the way from Molodetshne, Vilayke, Kurenitz, and Gayke or Givki a Jewish colony of agricultural workers. Then it went on past Kryvitsh Boyd, Dakshitz, Glubak, Polotsk.
Railroads around Kryvitsh did not exist at that time. Until 1905, the nearest train line was the Molodetshne-Smargon run, a spur of the Vilna-Minsk line. In the year 1903, the rail line from Lide to Polotsk was begun. This line was to encompass the towns of Vilayke, Kurenitz, Boyd, Dakshitz, and Glubok all the way to Polotsk.
Up until the days of railroad construction, Kryvitsh was, like all the other little towns, in the grip of desolate poverty. The years, then, of railroad employment provided a measure of livelihood and led to expansion of business. In this way, my little home town benefitted and grew as well.
At the end of the nineteenth century, our little town was only sparsely populated. Chaim-Mordkhe Toyger's great grandfather on his mother's side, Hoyshe (Yehoshua) Shulman, back at the end of the eighteenth century, had built an inn with stables, halfway along the road, where wayfarers could find a place to rest for themselves and their horses. There had already been built at a corner opposite, a tavern and a stable, belonging to the Kryvitsh manor itself. This tavern was managed as a lease-hold from the lord of the manor by a Jewish innkeeper. When I was a young boy (at the beginning of our century), one of Hoyshe's sons, Mendl Shulman, was the lease-holder of the manor tavern. Soon the third corner of the street was occupied by Joel-Shloyme Gindlin, a son of Gindlin, the dairy lease-holder of Berozovke. At the fourth corner, Leybe Bunimovitch built a house and settled there at about the same time. These four houses represented the pattern of the town and typified its appearance at the end of the last century.
How a little town grows
The land area occupied by the town itself as well as significant plots surrounding it were all owned by the nobleman, the lord of the Kryvitsh manor. From time [to] time, such land areas would be surveyed by employees of the lord at requests of prospective clients who were considering settling in the region and possibly building houses with space allowed (according to financial means) for gardens or farms. Some of these home-owners had built their homes on inherited lands which reached all the way to our river, all the way to the Servetsh river. Of course, annual tolls had to be paid, in proportion to the area that was used.
My grandfather, Arye-Leyb, may he rest in peace, as I heard tell had actually been a factotum of the lord's, because he was a good builder of houses and other types of structures. It was from him that my father, Yitzkhok-Yakob, may he rest in peace, learned his skills. Because of his building talents and blessedly gifted hands, my grandfather received an entire acre of land from the lord. This land was adjacent to the large fruit orchard which belonged to the Polish Catholic church. His payments were only two rubles a year.
Down, closer to the river stood a small, primitive bath house, where men and boys used to come to wash and bathe. Actually, this bath house was used chiefly by women for ritual immersion, since it received very little use during the summer. One bathed in the river. In the winter, because of a shortage of wood, the bath house was not heated by Yacob, the proprietor. But, for the women customers, it was necessary to warm up the mikve. As a result, the poor men had to wait to use the bath house until the spring, before Passover.
The lord of the Kryvitsh manor, in those days, and the owner of the town, was a great card player, as well as a great womanizer. He would pursue skirts at any expense, and money would be no object. It is clear to see that a man with those two virtues could never have enough money. Even treasures and entire fortunes would not suffice. In short, what's the use of talking? This profligate life-style of his brought him into complete bankruptcy. He no longer possessed the financial means with which to conduct the manor with its expenses as well as the whiskey distillery, which used potatoes as its basis. He was forced to give up his entire fortune and land holdings, the manor as well. The entire property was taken over by a Jew, Liberman was his name. Whether that was his family name or his given name is not clear to me. And neither do I know from whence he came to us. It seems to me that a more authoritative account could be provided by Yehoshua Arye-Leybs Haym Toygets son-in-law, who was a great grandson of Libermans.[2]
The new estate manager, Liberman, soon presented himself as a brilliant administrator who ruled the entire estate together with the distillery, knew every detail of the tax system, with a sharp eye and an iron hand. He saw to it that all his directives and orders were carried out promptly. In the course of a brief period of time, our Jew, Liberman, became the factual master of the town, of the manor, and of its fields and surrounding woods. He had arrived in town with a large family with far-flung branches, together with a tutor for the children and even with a ritual slaughterer (a shokhet).
His blessed organizational ability, his efficiency, and expertise in commercial matters, his dexterity in financial dealings, as well as his clear-headed business sense, all helped swiftly to pull the estate business from out of the mire. His business dealings went brilliantly. All of the above mentioned talents of his were productive for our little town as well. He contributed greatly to its growth and prosperity as my subsequent lines will make vividly clear.
He expanded employment opportunities for Jews; recruited many of them to work on the estate, in the fields, and in the woods. He was concerned for the livelihood of the everyday Jew Here I must mention an entirely extraneous factor one concerning a military decree, which had the effect of attracting many Jews to our town and actually doubling our population. It was in matters like these that Liberman was instrumental both directly and indirectly.
Worthy editor! When you read Tevye by Sholem Aleichem, and you reach the portion[3] Go! and And so they traveled, then it is certainly no literary invention and no poetic trick designed to make you laugh. It is of a true, full-blooded life reality that the great Sholem Aleichem was able to tell us with his good wise smile and the tear in his eye. The reality was that all the bitterness of life did not ever cease to be bitter, all the woes and calamities really were calamities, but we read and we laugh without collapsing and bursting. Sholem Aleichem speaks to us out of Tevye's mouth about events which shattered and destroyed Jewish lives, uprooted and driven from their dwellings and their livelihoods and
and they traveled.
It is about these evil decrees, the resulting conditions and events that I, Shaye Katzovitch, will tell in the coming lines.
Many years before I was born, a military decree was issued by the Russian Czar, driving out all the Jews from the rural villages in which they lived and earned their livelihood. They were forced to move to cities and towns. From my reading of history, I gathered that this decree went into effect at the beginning of the nineteenth century. It was to have been implemented completely between 1804 and 1808. However, even the authorities became uneasy at times, seeing how difficult this task would be. Exceptions were permitted here and there. Some Jews were allowed to settle on farms in the new Russian areas, that is, those which were annexed after the Russo-Turkish war, like Kherson, around the Black Sea, and farther.
This decree was never actually abolished, but from time to time, it was observed only in the manner of a law without power. Periodic reviews carried on perfunctorily resulted in continuation.
And now I come to the weekly Torah portion Go! and Travel, this time into Kryvitsh. This took place, I was told in the eighties or the nineties, the last quarter of the nineteenth century. At that time, the great influx occurred, from the rural areas into Kryvitsh. Each Jew together with his belongings. I will attempt, in my own way, to recount who, what, and from whence, this travel took place into our little town. (I am not even certain that this was in my own earliest years.)
Leybe Katzovitch and Todres Sud together with their families came out of the village Zadubiyeniye, five vyorsts from our town. Reuben and his son Eliahu and family out of the village Filipke, and this started bringing in an entire dynasty of Filipkers. Together with their goods, the family Mayer out of the village of Lahoyke. Leybe had come with his son Berl out of the village, Yazne. Tzvi-Hersh Katzovitch came out of the village Frudnike. And there you have Yehuda Nafta and Moshe-Abraham Koydonov. Dan Taytz, a shoe-maker from the village Motzky, Moshe Nofe, the blacksmith, also from Motzky. Dov-Ber from the village Zdrelevitsh had also heard the call to all Israel Berl the Zdrelevitsher. Many others float up in one's memory: Abraham Mordecai, the shoemaker, out of the village Churtoy Abraham Yitzkhok with an old father from Churtoy, and also Itzkhok Meltzer as well, from Horodzishtze and Shmuel out of Nievieri. Then there was a Katzovitch family a mother with three sons and daughters from the village Sivtze.
All of these above-mentioned arrived in our town with their large families which in turn, spun out still more new families and suddenly we began to feel crowded especially in the tiny little synagogue of ours which had been built even earlier than the sixties of the nineteenth century as I had heard tell. Let's not forget that among these newcomers were genuine Judaic Torah scholars, not simple riff-raff. And how could such a populus [populace] live out their lives as Jews without a suitable synagogue and a study house? And here we are faced with such crowding. Then, children of Israel, what does one do? As one can understand, a group of the most responsible citizens convened and considered alternatives. And they noted: After all, there existed in this community, a Jewish prince, the lord Liberman. That certainly was nothing to sneeze at. And thus, they went directly to this source, to request his help in this serious matter. Otherwise, whence cometh our help? If not, these Jews would not be able, God forbid, to carry out their commandments And actually, that is what took place. Liberman responded, received them graciously, and acceded to requests. It was a matter of said, and done! In the early winter days, trees were cut down in the forest, and brought into town. In the course of the summer months, the building of the lovely study house in a new location on Miadler Street was completed. It was bright and joyous. Now there was enough space for all those newly-arrived in the little town, as well as for travelers from courts, settlements, and villages nearby. Because there remained a few lucky ones, who, thanks to a series of fortunate circumstances, managed to avoid that bitter decree of Go! and Travel! The noblemen landowners in their areas, some felt that they could not manage without these Jews, and thus, they remained, for the time being. These fortunate ones did not need loans, did not have to resort to buying and selling. As a result, the noblemen appointed some of these Jews as economists (accountants), record keepers, factors, managers, etc.
Among these, for example, were Gershon Martzinova and his son Aaron-Kopl in Pokutsch; Zalman Gutman (Berkes) and his father, Shmuel-Leybe in Motik; Meyer Beres in Borovik, and still others. For the holidays and Rosh Hashonah and Yom Kippur (the days of awe), all of the latter would come into our town and contribute to the festivities the greater the crowd, the greater the joy.
Anyone who never saw these festivities and the joy at the completion of the new study house could never have seen a happier time in Kryvitsh. This is what has been related. Unfortunately, we cannot establish exactly when this took place. I may not yet have been brought into this sinful world at that time. Told as a sort of legend, by my parents, they related, that that Rosh Hashonah and the following holidays, our own lord Liberman and his family, including his sons and daughters, daughters-in-law, sons-in-law, and grandchildren, came down from their estate into our town. And every Sabbath and holiday of the year. In subsequent years, he continued to come down, but not as frequently, and with less festivity. As for the old synagogue, which had been too small to serve the enlarged town population, it was turned into a sanctified rest home to give shelter to any indigent traveler. The place was fenced in to keep out stray cows and goats. One particular Jew, Rafael-Yitzkhok, took on the supervision of the place, and saw to it that the needs inside as well as outside were cared for.
The newly arrived inhabitants of the town soon became established, putting down roots. Marriages were arranged, engagement contracts were signed, and weddings performed. Here is a true story I heard tell: Berl Zdrelevitsher had a fine son his name was Mendl well built and mature. The ritual slaughterer[4] of Kryvitsh, Zalmen-Sholem (I don't remember his family name) had an eye on young Mendl, and began inquiring about him, and making efforts to attract him to his home. Of course, this was all intended in the long run to purchase him for a son-in-law. Zalmen-Sholem, the shokhet, was also a fine cantorial singer. At the beginning, he would tutor Mendl by himself. He taught him midrash as well as cantorial technique. Later he sent him to study at seminaries in Vilna, Warsaw, and Koenigsberg with the greatest cantors of the day. Coming back to Kryvitsh, after he was crowned by his professors as qualified cantor, he married the shokhet's daughter (who was not quite fit) and became the town cantor of Polotzk. A few years later, the Jewish community of Dvinsk hired him as their town cantor.
Many years later, I, the writer of these long-forgotten chapters, had occasion to meet Reb Mendl, the town cantor of Dvinsk. At that time, Reb Mendl was already quite an old man, while I was a young man. This was just after the first World War. I met him right in Dvinsk. I had remembered him from his two visits to our little town to act as prayer-leader in our study house, when I was quite a young child. At that time, he stayed as a guest at the home of relatives. At that time, he had already been married for the second time, as I heard tell.
And so the town grew steadily, struggling with poverty and need; within the narrow confines of this place there was truly no room for the development of a broader economic base. Despite this, together with daily shortages and difficulties, there grew an urban settlement. Life welled up, sparks of hope lit up. A faith and confidence glowed. It was the one in heaven who would continue to help, and thus the constant spinning of Jewish tradition. Already at that time, people were aware of each individual's responsibility for his fellow-man. It had to be one for all and all for one otherwise it would have been impossible. No one was permitted to fall if help could possibly be forthcoming. This is how marriages were planned, new families were created. Organizations were set up to advance financial aid to needy brides, to help the poor, to adjudicate disputes. An institution was established with the purpose of aiding needy individuals for Sabbaths and holidays.
Newly-arrived people helped with everything. Understandably, there were among them, individuals who were needy as well. Our wealthy philanthropist, Liberman, helped us. But things do not always happen as people would like. It is a matter of fate. Sometimes, God helps one to arrive at a high degree of economic success and suddenly everything slips away, and all goes with the butter side down, down hill Liberman fell seriously ill, and traveled to distant regions to seek a cure. Without his supervision, his vigilant eye, his daily administrative orders, the business began to fall apart, to founder and to sink. After a while he turned dangerously ill and died. Sunk in debts and obligations, the far-branching family split up and fell apart. His son with married children remained in the town Dunilovitch with Liberman's wife. There in Dunilovitch, Liberman had owned another estate Michalin. Why, actually did they decide to remain in Dunilovitch? I don't know. One of the Liberman daughters, Mariasha, and her husband Bunimovitch a great scholar with a large family, remained in Prudnik near Kryvitsh next to a water-mill which Liberman himself had built. Many years later, this mill, after passing through several heirs, became my property.
Everyone in town knew this rule: When God gives, he sometimes [gives] much, and sometimes not forever. One must always be alert to the possibility of ruin.
Oh, livelihood!
How does one earn a living? Where does one obtain enough to celebrate the Sabbath and have a bit left over for the rest of the week? How to earn a livelihood, that chasing after a bit of bread for wife and children? These questions were the constant companions of the Jews in the town ever since my earliest childhood memories up until the bitter end It's easy to say that livelihood is earned mutually, one from the other. But in reality, things do not work that way. Simply, because the next man is also in need Can a pile of crumbs make a loaf? Can the hollow fill up by itself? So, where does one go to get the wherewithal for a living?
Before World War I, market days occurred very infrequently: almost not at all, or perhaps at most two or three times a year, as I recall. The weekly markets began only after the first World War, and were an important basis of the economic life of the town and a major source of earnings for the majority of the Jews. During my earliest years of my own childhood, and later, when I had to go away to do my military service for the Czar, it was only the skilled craftsmen who possessed the means to earn the few gilden needed, right in their own homes. However, the great majority of Kryvitsh Jews were not craftsmen. And so, a course of peddling, brokering, and dragging around in the neighboring villages developed. Sometimes, a Jew would go to a village where he was known, possibly having once lived there, and the peasants would know him and offer him a place to spend the night, give him a baked potato, or maybe a glass of milk and a piece of bread. The goal here, in these village houses, was to collect hoar-bristles, perhaps a calf-hide, or a little calf. Sometimes, there was a pole-cat which a farmer had caught in a trap. This is how many Jews spent the week, in search of earnings for his livelihood, wandering amid villages. It was not until Thursday evening or Friday morning at the latest, that they returned home with their collection of merchandise. On Sunday mornings, and sometimes even late Saturday night, came one Alseiler (Yehiel, as I remember his name) who bought and sold everything. He would collect the goods and hand over the few gilden they were owed, making it possible for them to return to the villages the following week, and still to have a bit left for the needs of the family. Peddlers of this sort were called by the names of the villages in which they did business, like Leybe Brushier, or Todres Zadubener, etc.
In addition to peddling, crafts, and small business, all wretched livelihoods, almost everyone had a garden of some sort near his house some were larger, some smaller, a goat or two sometimes. Only rarely was there a cow. Right after Passover, peasants used to arrive with their carts and horses, and with their plows and harrows, and they readied our gardens. This was their way of earning something. They could be hired to do their work for a measure (quart) of salt, or a flask of naphtha. This is how great the poverty was. As the Christians fare, so fare the Jews.
So that, by several weeks before Shabuoth [Shavuot], everything was ready to plant potatoes, carrots, turnips, beets, cucumbers, cabbage, onions, peas, beans and everyone looked up at the sky and hoped for rain so that the crops would be ready that much sooner. In the month of Ab (July-August) we began to eat the produce of our hard work, that of all the family members sharing the tasks. We reaped our crops and we had food to eat, and even to sell. We exported a bit, especially sour pickles and sourkraut [sauerkraut] a small supplement to our earnings.
It was during the summer that we had opportunities to earn a bit. At the beginning of Tamuz (June-July), the mushroom season started in the surrounding forests. And if there was a good bit of rain, we couldn't afford to miss the opportunity to take advantage of the prolific mushroom crop. Women, girls, and children set out to the woods to harvest the mushrooms. Everyone knows that mushrooms depend on luck some people are able to find them sooner, others later, some gather more, others less. Altogether, quite a significant quantity of mushrooms was gathered. In the evenings, when the cattle come back from the pasture, our mothers at home began to sort out the different kinds of mushrooms we brought home yellow lisitzchkes, padasinofkes, and borovikes (these were the best: dark brown on top, and delicate velvet-white beneath.) It was the latter variety that we used to dry out, and hang in garlands for the winter. We obtained quite a good price for the ones we sold at export, to towns like Vilayke, Smargon, or Vilna. There were, of course, some poisonous varieties which had to be discarded. We children did not yet know how to distinguish between the poisonous and non-poisonous sorts. Our mothers used to roast the yellow lisitzches and cook them with a few young potatoes, add a bit of milk, or perhaps even some cream, and it was the most delicious meal in the world.
At about the same time, or perhaps somewhat later, we used to get up early (without even saying our morning prayers) and dash out to the woods to pick berries. The Kastivitzer forest was an inexhaustible source of blackberries and later, wild strawberries. But this used to cost us. It was necessary to obtain a note, that is, permission, to enter and to leave the forest. The season fee for this was two gildens, for either an individual or a family. We used to come home in the evenings, exhausted and bent over from the weight of the heavy baskets. On our way out of the forest, the overseer would be there, checking to see whether we had our notes. If anyone ever tried to sneak in with[out] a note, he would be caught by the guard, and would be given enough about which to sing and to say. There was no shortage of woes.
Soon came the autumn months. Families would begin to prepare for the winter. We would go through the process needed to manufacture sourkraut [sauerkraut] for our own use as well as for export. Barrels of cabbage would receive additions of cranberries, a delicious variety of pear, called sapezhonke, and also whortleberries. Other barrels would contain cucumbers being cured in bay-leaves, dill and brine. We used to sit during the long evenings and shell beans, peas, and lima beans. Across the entire house, from one wall to the other, hung garlands of onions. In the oven, carrots and plums would be drying out slowly to provide for the Sabbath tsimes, over the course of the winter. The interiors of our houses would turn dark, even in the middle of the day, from the dense fog created by the steam. Opening a door, one would be greeted by the dark of Egypt![5] The odors and scents of the herbs filled the air and it was warmly pleasant and fragrant.
Despite all these business deals and export possibilities, together with supplements to our incomes, with all these gifts, there were very few blessings. It was the lack of easy rail transport that curtailed our opportunities. It was the greatest concern of every family how to cope with the winter and not only regarding food. We were more or less supplied with food. It was a problem, how to obtain the few gildens needed to buy some necessities like a cartful of wood. This was needed for cooking and for heating up the stove, called a hruba,on top of which children often slept. That was difficult to obtain, very difficult. But everyone somehow finds a way. Never give up hope. At every opportunity, a couple of good pious women, with red kerchiefs on their heads, got together, pooled their resources, and bought a load of wood which they distributed to needy families, to ailing widows once, and yet again, all winter long.
Just as it was a difficult problem to obtain heating in the winter, thus it was with getting a bit of meat for the Sabbath, or perhaps, sometimes during the week. Only a few Jews kept cattle. Young calves would be born during the months of Tebeth, Oder, or Shvat (December, January, February to March). Why actually in these months? The answer must come from mother Nature herself.
After permitting the calf to be with its mother for eight or ten days, it would be brought to slaughter. The thigh muscle (sinew of the femoral vein) together with the entire hind-quarter was bought up by Gentiles sometimes by the priest, or by the organist of the Orthodox Church, or by the secretary of the town council, or by some other official for a ridiculously low price. The kosher parts, although, would be kept by the shokhet for his own use. Sometimes a Jew would actually buy a calf in the market, and there would be a bit of meat to eat. Those Jews who were not very prosperous would buy the giblets the innards, such as the lung, liver, and spleen, together with the tripe, the feet, the head, and all for only one gilden. Those who could afford it bought up a whole side of the veal and would be well provided with meat for the Sabbath and for the entire week. Merchants and skilled craftsmen even could afford the price of a cartload of wood. And, thus passed the winter.
For us children free time was often dull and gloomy. There were not enough diversions. Of course, one had to attend to the daily prayers, even to study a page or two of the Mishna (laws), to read a bit of Ein Ya'aquov (a collection of Talmudic legends), in addition to the obligatory kheder, but there wasn't much to do for diversion around the house. Only at Khanukah, was there a bit of authorized card-playing and dreydl. Even this could become boring.
But as children we never suffered from boredom. Mischievously, we always found ways to have fun we would play with buttons, beans, and nuts. Girls drew pictures and played with pebbles. Out of doors, boys played with sticks which they threw at improvised targets. Gangs of boys would play at war with one another, but never with malice. Sometimes, a boy would have a snowball or a rock hit him in the head. To this day, I myself bear a healed scar on my forehead testimony of a wound inflicted by a piece of wood containing a nail, which a pal of mine threw at me in the course of one such war. My father was furious, and my mother nursed my forehead with cold water from the well for a long time. Hishia Arye Leyb's uncle Abraham Aaron took over the task of nursing my wound. He would dip a cloth into a little bottle, and apply it to my forehead. To me it felt no different from the cold water used by mother, but three or four weeks of his treatments actually healed my wound.
Types and Images
Years passed quickly. No longer was I a child, nor was I an adolescent. I was an adult, and suffered no sense of inferiority. In fact, I had become independent, a thriving forest merchant. As I stood in the woods one day, I suddenly had a feeling that I was experiencing a vision. Looking around, I heard sounds, echoes, and colors I had never before noticed. I could not understand how I even deserved to experience such a vision, feeling sinful and vacuous. It was a sort of natural phenomenon filled with such delightful colors, stormy sights, and sounds that might have found description somewhere in an ode in the literature of the world. In short, there I stood, admiring God's little world. The sun was illuminating the entire forest, rains had freshened the trees. Yet all the trees were varied and differentiated. Some were tall, erect trees, not bent over like giant men might be, and their highest green branches were covered with leaves thickly like heavy forelocks. Yet here and there among them, stood puny little trees, with crooked and twisted branches, like question marks. As for the questions, why is it so? How is this possible? I remain with no answer.
Again and again an unanswered question surfaces in memory. As in several decades ago, I asked, and still ask: How is it possible? How come? How then? During the time when old Kryvitsh was so impoverished, when Jews in the town were abysmally poor, suddenly there developed two wealthy Jews, grown rich and powerful overnight. One of them was named Yosef-Yitzkhok but in Kryvitsh slang, it was YosheItshe, even shortened to Yoshitshe. The other was Yosef-Yohna, the magnate (Poliskin). True, their lives were no better than those of all the paupers, and possibly even worse than that of any other Kryvitshers. But they were wealthy and powerful. It may seem only like a story, but that is how it was. They had been partners dealing in all sorts of animal hides. They would buy up any they could obtain, even sometimes second hand buy up everything and have it reworked in Nievery. After processing, the skins would be collected and sold.
Yoshitshe was blessed with good fortune and kept growing richer steadily. Yosef-Yohna (Poliskin), poor thing, had no luck, and he grew steadily poorer. Eventually, they parted and dissolved their partnership. Even then, the impoverished Yosef-Yohna was not too badly off. It was hardly necessary to make a collection for him
Reb Moshe (Anshilevitsch), the village chief, and Pesakh-Yitzkhok (Zuckerman), vice village chief and government rabbi, were the official powers with regard to Jews in the town. They actually had very little responsibility and not too much to do. One of them, the vice-chief, had to do all the recording. The second had to rubber-stamp. If a Jewish family had a baby boy, they had to take the trouble and graciously request of Pesakh-Yitzkhok that he issue a birth certificate. But this could not be accomplished without the services of Moshe, the chief. He had to, personally, apply the signature and seal. With regard to government matters, including terminology, our Moshe, the village chief, was an expert. He used to make a solemn ceremony; sitting at his desk, he would slowly take out his rubber stamp, cough several times, and used the steam from his mouth to soften up the stamp. Only then would he carefully apply the stamp to the paper, making sure that the impression would be a clear one, small but good.
In addition to the job of village chief, he held another position, which supplemented his income. Our town did not have its own induction center, nor did it have a steady police officer or a police department. In fact there was not even a post office. All mail came into nearby Dolhinev. From that bailiwick, a wagon would be sent to us. Moshe, the village chief, would be on hand to wait for the arrival of the mail wagon and pick up all the Jewish letters. One of Moshe's sons would be there and call off the names of those to whom any mail was addressed. This used to be an occasion for a kind of an informal social gathering. Actually very few people carried on extensive correspondence. At that time, anyone considered himself fortunate indeed to receive a letter from a child or a husband in America. For a domestic letter, the chief would receive one kopeke in payment, and for a letter from America, two kopekes. In addition to all this income, the town chief also had a garden and a few goats he was well provided with a livelihood.
Now I recall the figure of our second town luminary Pesakh-Itshe, the government rabbi, the secretary of the community record book (Pinkes) for the Jewish community. It was his responsibility to keep an accurate record, and also to be on the alert as to what young man had reached the age of 21, so that he could be sent to do his army service for the Czar. In our town, Pesakh-Itshe was a revered personage. He would lead prayer services, and was an honorable and respected family man. The fee for entering a new-born boy in the pinkes was 50 kopeks, a half-ruble. In spite of this, it was hard to earn a livelihood, and so he had to do a bit of teaching to supplement his income.
In addition, he had to worry about errors being discovered in record-keeping, which it was necessary to correct promptly. Such an ambiguity even occurred with me. Suddenly, it was discovered that I had not been entered in the pinkes. To make amends, he immediately informed the Vilayke district I was of age to be enlisted, that I must appear before a review committee. How old was I actually or for the record? I couldn't have been more than 18, but since I was a healthy and well-built youth, the committee judged me to be 20. So it was that in 1910 or so (I am not sure of the exact year) that I was sent away to serve the Czar.
And this is how Pesakh-Itshe earned a few extra kopeks to supplement his income. Even he needed the supplementary help that came from his garden.
And now, another figure appears on the screen of my memory: Khone-Shimen Poliskin, the father of the wealthy Yosef-Yonah, he with his long slate-grey beard, and typical appearance. Although his son was a rich man, he lived with his wife Sheyne in a house which was about to fall down, could hardly stand. Of course, like most Jews in our town, he had a garden, actually neighboring that of Pesakh-Yitzkhok. In addition, he was a professional dipper of tallow candles. In those years, his was the only source for candles both for the Sabbath eve blessing in homes and for candles for the altar in the synagogue or study house they cost a groshn apiece. They burned with such smoking that they almost asphyxiated the worshipers. And even to this day, in my advanced old age, I can see myself running holding tight in my fist (it was only a few houses away) the large three-groshn coin together with a kopeke five groshn together, in order to buy the candles my mother needed.
In this way, I receive other guests out of my childhood, my youth, and from later years as well. I seem to see before my eyes, Reb Zvi-Hirsh Katzovitsh from Frudnike, may he rest in peace, who has been interestingly described in another part of this book, by my young friend Josef Shmir as our editor wrote to me in a letter. Thus I will talk of him only briefly and mention that he lived to be 113 years old.
But I must tell about his very little sister, Sarale, who lived to 102, as Zelig Katzovitch told me. He was a nephew of Sarale's. She had a very unusual hobby. She used to lend out shrouds. How can one lend shrouds? Here is how: She used to sew shrouds for herself, but if God's will makes another woman die before she can use her shroud, Sarale would lend the corpse hers. And this kept happening repeatedly. So that again and again, she would have to sew up new shrouds, and each time, as soon as one was ready, she would try it on to see how it fit, and how she would look as a corpse. The only mirror in her house hung high up on a wall. Well, in order to see how she would look dead, Sarale wasn't lazy and climbed up on a bench, turning to all sides to see whether the fit was a good one.
Of course Sarale and her shrouds are gone. Now lowers before me and wants to catch me Shimen Khapun.[6] I never did know his actual family name. Everyone in town called him that. He lived in a tiny broken-down hut near the river Servetsh. His appearance to this day haunts my memory. He had long unkempt hair, dressed in multi-colored, soiled, ragged clothes, something like today's hippies. Children used to be afraid of him. The story that circulated about him was that he caught children and sent them away to military service for 25 years as cantonists. This is what they used to be called, and would be sent to distant outposts.
My Mother's Sabbaths in old Kryvitsh
Every Sabbath eve, my mother, may she rest in peace, would bless the candles in five brass candlesticks. Before this, of course, would be the regimen of cleaning and polishing, in order to get the brass to gleam. She would rub two bricks together to obtain a kind of brick powder, which was a wonderful polishing agent. This was what she used on the candlesticks, and it was far more effective than the chemical polishes in use today. I have already mentioned earlier my Friday afternoon errands to Khone-Shimen (Poliskin), the candle-maker. When I got back home with the candles, my mother was ready: Dressed in her long Sabbath gown with a new cloth on her head, her face clean and shining with a joyous light in her eyes all finished with her hard day's work. The floors had been swept and covered with clean yellow sand, everything in the house was immaculate. Her hands shielding her eyes, she recited the blessing over the candles. For all of us children, it became Sabbath at that moment.
All of the Jewish housewives in town lit their candles at precisely the same time, even though there was no clock in the town. How did every mother know the precise time? Simple! One just took a look outside on the street to Leybl Brusher's house. If his wife Ruth had already lit her Sabbath candles, it was time for everyone to light candles. This was a sign for all this was the town clock.
According to the same town clock, all of our fathers would get ready to greet the Sabbath, in the study house. They would wash up, dress in their Sabbath coats, polish their boots or shoes. Some of them even used polish on them. Not all, of course, were made of the same dough. There were several really fine Jews like Reb Shmuel Zilbergleyt, Yakob-Leyb Shulman, Leybe Brusher, Leybe Bunemovitch and my father, Yitzkhak-Yakob, and a few more. They would arrive at Sabbath services, neatly dressed, their beards combed, and they greeted the Sabbath properly. Reb Shmuel Zilbergleyt (or Reb Elye the Filipker) sang the prayer L'kho dodi beautifully. After completing the evening prayers, they all greeted one another with a hearty Gut shabes! And then they returned to their respective homes.
When my father arrived in our Sabbath shining little home, he greeted us with his warm, broad Gut shabes, and so delightfully sang out sholem aleichem, welcoming the Sabbath queen malakhey hashoreth into our home. But what he really meant was this as a greeting to us children and to our mother. How dear it was to look at my father singing the hymn lauding the woman of the house: eyshes khayel. It seemed to me that mother and father were kissing one another through their eyes And we children were overjoyed.
After father had recited the blessing over the wine (kidush), and then the blessing over the fragrant, freshly-baked khale which was cut in pieces and distributed to all of us we dined on whatever God had provided that week. And afterwards, we all sang the blessings in gratitude for the food (zmiros). How lovely and how good were those Krivitsher Sabbaths once long ago in my mother and father's house long, long ago in my luminous, far-away childhood years.
Today, in the gleaming memories of my setting sun, I stand rapt, with eyes gazing at you, my little home town, Kryvitsh. You have disappeared without a trace. No more are there any of your Jews, kneaded out of that good dough. No longer are there any of your simple souls, your Yashitshes, your Yosef-Yoses, no longer your town chiefs, your Khone-Shimens, nor your Sarele, the shroud lady all of them gone! May none of these types and figures, shadows and silhouettes, contours and colors, places and scenes ever be forgotten! None of these will ever come back to us it is we who will go to them. I am readying myself for that journey to them! Will some one of them greet me there on that other side?
A tragedy befell my home
Doors and gates are ajar
For the evil ones, the murderers,
Those who murder little children.
Those who hang old men on gallows,
Those who spare no one.
Deep pits of red clay
Once I had a home.
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This is from the discredited ramen eating kool-aid drinking Phoenix realtor blogger who shall remain nameless (no name, no link = no traffic to his god-awful blog), but longtime HP'ers all know and loathe. Have a good laugh! Actually, have a fall-down-the-stairs kind of laugh! Thanks pm for the lead!
September 2005, Phoenix Arizona
How rich would you like to be?
In the 12 months leading up to August 1, 2005, single-family residences in the Metropolitan Phoenix/Scottsdale market appreciated by an average of 47%. That's the average, and it includes challenged neighborhoods and cities so remote as to qualify as rural.
If you look at just the sweet spot, the middle of the bell curve, Phoenix/Scottsdale-area homes appreciated by 60%, 80%, over 100% in some areas.
Price pressure has not slowed down, and there are good reasons to believe that appreciation over the next 12 months will be 20% or more, possibly a lot more.
We have a built-in baseline demand from the Great Lakes and other snowy regions. And we seem to be experiencing a steady increase in our long-term in-migration from California.
Our best estimate right now is that annual appreciation over the next seven or eight years should average out to around 11%.
.. If you can make that down payment, or if you can absorb a negative cash-flow from other sources of income or with a negatively-amortized loan, your ability to build long-term wealth in the Phoenix residential real estate market is tough to beat!
October 12, 2007
Ladies and Gentlemen I give you the wisdom of a clueless cheerleading Phoenix realtor from 2005. Oh, man, how stupid does this look today?
Posted by blogger at 10/12/2007
Labels: realtors are clueless, realtors are dinosaurs, realtors are discredited liars, realtors are not smart people, realtors don't have college degrees
56 comments:
He meant average DEPRECIATION over the next eight years should be 11% per year, right?
- October 12, 2007 8:16 AM
He still has clients how?
- October 12, 2007 8:17 AM
Staggering stupidity
- October 12, 2007 8:31 AM
- Frank R said...
We have a built-in baseline demand from the Great Lakes and other snowy regions. And we seem to be experiencing a steady increase in our long-term in-migration from California.
Right there he explained why the bubble would burst - those people were only attracted to Phoenix for cheap banal living. Once the cheap was gone, no more transplants especially from California.
- October 12, 2007 9:05 AM
what a tool..
anyone with a 1/2 monkey brain saw this train wreck coming.
hahahaha... this ignorant pig reminds me of "15% in the bag appreciation" gary watts -- another ignorant realtor who claims to be an "economist". Yeah, right... he probably got his degree online. I keep his old report around just for laughs. Once in awhile I pull it out and read it to remind me that pride & arrogance comes before the fall.
- October 12, 2007 9:38 AM
Of course that's Greg Swann!
I feel sorry for anyone who followed his expert advice
- October 12, 2007 9:48 AM
We all know how the PHX market's doing these days don't we? Yeah. Tremendous price declines hidden from the MLS data in the form of "incentives". Following that advice at that time int he over-priced mkt would send you straight to the poorhouse. Any of your old clients thanking you for that prescient "buy cash-losing investment properties hoping for the appreciation to bail-you-out in the end when you sell?"
Is that why you are blogging about all this tech stuff? Trying to avoid recognizing the fallout from your realtor-games and the following RE speculation?
You can dismiss your critics as flying monkeys- whatever. But you really screwed over anyone who took that advice to invest in rental properties that were cash flow negative. And the signs of an impending collapse were right there for you to see- even noted in your piece.
Look up "minsky moment" with the term "Ponzi Borrowers" :"borrowers who can't pay the interest, let alone the original debt, and rely entirely on rising asset prices to allow them continually to refinance their debt.
So many Realtors just need to be smacked with a shovel.
- October 12, 2007 10:08 AM
I wonder if his best estimate was based on historical statistical research and trends, or just a number he pulled out of his ass
- October 12, 2007 10:13 AM
and don't get me started on the realtors in my hometown (Detroit) who straight-away went back to dancing at the topless bars on 8-mile.
"Realtwhores" (R) is for a reason.
- October 12, 2007 10:18 AM
THE ultimare dirtbag from Hell.
- October 12, 2007 10:57 AM
Greg Swann, the dumbest guy in the room
- October 12, 2007 12:18 PM
I hope he bought 10 homes that are now in foreclosure
- October 12, 2007 12:21 PM
- Bill said...
He must be suffering from that dreaded disease:
Rectal Cranial Inversion
- October 12, 2007 12:35 PM
Rule number one of the con man:
Appeal to the marks greed.
- October 12, 2007 12:38 PM
come on keefie, 7000 dow, why aren't you man enough to admit mistakes?
- October 12, 2007 12:42 PM
- Paul E. Math said...
He once wrote that all us bloggers, and I'm paraphrasing because I refuse to go to his blog for the exact quote, "would never ever admit that they have been very publicly very foolish".
Oh, how the tables have turned Swanny, you pompous, know-nothing-know-it-all.
- October 12, 2007 12:52 PM
"...if you can absorb a negative cash-flow from other sources of income..."
This is the kind of thinking that can make people poor very quickly.
- October 12, 2007 1:07 PM
"built in baseline demand from the Great Lakes"? What a joke. The retirees up here can't sell their homes and are stuck. Many of them are having to cut prices drastically just to get rid of their homes so they can leave. They'll hardly be able to pay top dollar in the Sun Belt after having to take less than they budgeted for their homes sold up here. What a laugh. I know of folks who haven't been able to sell their home in two years.
- October 12, 2007 1:29 PM
Wow. This Swine recommended neg-am loans to buy Pheonix real estate in 2005. I wonder if he would stick by that recommendation today.
Hope those suckers are enjoying the year-round golf.
- October 12, 2007 1:35 PM
- blogger said...
Oh, trust me, I got the stock market crash way wrong (so far) priced in dollar terms
Priced in gold terms, that's another matter. Meanwhile my predictions of a crash in REIC stocks, a rise in oil and gold and foreign funds - spot on.
Now the housing market, I think HousingPANIC knows a thing or two there...
- October 12, 2007 2:08 PM
Our equity markets will only drop when either:
1. eps drop. Will probably take a couple of quarters more
2. cash sloshing around instantly disappears
Right now, our leaders are propping up the system because they still can. When the load becomes too heavy, the house of cards will collapse. Cash sloshing around will instantly disappear as banks recall their loans, no one wants to touch asset-backed stuff with a 100 foot pole and deleveraging ravages our confidence based system.
- October 12, 2007 2:16 PM
Swann must have some really pissed off former clients in Phoenix today. I wonder if they'll sue him for malpractice
- October 12, 2007 2:22 PM
- FlyingMonkeyWarrior said...
Dear Keith,
Thank you for doing this thread.
I wonder if Bloodhounds like the taste of crow.
- October 12, 2007 2:28 PM
- Paige Turner said...
RE: .. If you can make that down payment, or if you can absorb a negative cash-flow from other sources of income or with a negatively-amortized loan, your ability to build long-term wealth in the Phoenix residential real estate market is tough to beat!
Sounds good to me.
Down payments and negative cash flow can be easily handled with credit cards and HELOC loans on daisy chain home purchases.
Instant long term wealth and passive income!
Where do I sign?
- October 12, 2007 3:54 PM
The Snow Birds and Cali-folks he...( respecting the fact that you didn't want to use his name) was talking about were not new residents, although stating the contrary on thier "liar loans" they were classic FLIPPERS, ie. Casey Serin and company.
Today we all know they are walking away in droves claiming to be victims.
Maybe that bloodhound can sniff out the culprit!
I predict that the ugly duckling will find some excuse to leave Pheonix soon.
- October 12, 2007 4:14 PM
The Snow Birds and Cali-folks he...( respecting the fact that you didn't want to use his name) was talking about were not new residents, although stating the contrary on thier "liar loans" they were classic FLIPPERS, ie. Casey Serin and company.
Today we all know they are walking away in droves claiming to be victims.
Maybe that bloodhound can sniff out the culprit!
I predict that the Ugly Duckling will find some excuse to leave Pheonix soon.
- October 12, 2007 4:15 PM
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- October 12, 2007 5:14 PM
Oh, trust me, I got the stock market crash way wrong (so far) priced in dollar terms
Since the Dow is such a broadly-watched barometer of American "wealth", it will probably be propped up at all costs.
Actually, it IS BEING propped up at ALL costs. Such is the political power of the crybaby Wall Streeters.
The "all costs" part is the destruction of the US dollar, and the US economy along with it. All to create the appearance of wealth, much like getting into negative amortization loans to "own" property and appear wealth.
What you want to do is trade in a market where you can freely go long and short, and cancel out losing trades with winning trades, plus a little extra, again and again.
This is now being practiced in several fully automatic ways. Wall Streeters and hedge fund managers don't want you to know about the existence of this technology, because it will steal business from them. But it exists and is highly profitable and getting to the point of being NEARLY idiot-proof.
However, idiots tend to not have enough money to trade with, nor do they think for themselves, so these tools and techniques remain under the radar, for now.
- October 12, 2007 5:47 PM
Swann must have some really pissed off former clients in Phoenix today. I wonder if they'll sue him for malpractice
If I was on a jury, I would laugh at someone who took a realtor's advice. That's like asking a used car salesman if it's a good time to buy a used car.
- October 12, 2007 6:17 PM
This isn't real is it? I mean nobody can be this dumb can they?
- October 12, 2007 6:36 PM
How about Gary Watts, who said "15% (appreciation) is in the bag for 2006"? I present his prediction for 2007, from February:
'Gary Watts, the Realtor-economist who forecast the downturn of the 1990s, then foresaw the housing boom just ended, believes prices will rise slightly in 2007.
Although his 2006 forecast was overly optimistic, Watts remains confident that local house prices this year will increase 7 percent and that condo prices will go up about 4 percent.
"This will be, I think, a pivotal year," Watts said in a telephone interview. "If the housing correction is behind us, we'll be in pretty good shape. We've weathered the worst."
Watts, who is delivering his forecast in a series of speeches to Realtor groups this month, originally forecast that Orange County home prices would rise 15 percent to 18 percent in 2006, then revised that forecast down to an increase of 8 percent to 9 percent.'
- October 12, 2007 6:55 PM
And thus I wonder why I see no price appreciations for a generation and a half on the way........as logical
- October 12, 2007 6:59 PM
- Frank R said...
If I was on a jury, I would laugh at someone who took a realtor's advice. That's like asking a used car salesman if it's a good time to buy a used car.
I never understood how anyone believes the "advice" they get from someone on commission, especially an overinflated 6% commission.
- October 12, 2007 7:00 PM
Only in a great country like this, can a loony like Ron Paul run for pres.
- October 12, 2007 7:10 PM
- uknowwhoiyam said...
Revenge is sweet, isn't it, Keith?
Especially for an aloha like Swanny who spends so much time calling other people "idiots."
NOW who's the IDIOT, Swanny?!
How's that "I'll make $4,000 a day selling Phoenix real estate" plan working out?
It's true: He who laughs last, laughs BEST.
- October 12, 2007 7:11 PM
- ocrenter said...
for some reason that site doesn't have archive beyond 11/2005.
I wonder why?
- October 12, 2007 9:08 PM
More big plans from Swann that obviously didn't work out, thought he'd make $10 million and instead probably going bankrupt!
Here's a true fact of life for almost everyone with a real estate license: This job pays really badly.
Here's a true fact of life for a favored few people with real estate licenses: This job pays really well.
I don't know if we can safely count ourselves among the favored few just yet, but being Realtors is throwing off a lot of cash for us, and that cash is throwing off a lot of opportunities to make more cash.
Last year was phenomenal, of course, and this year hasn't been awful for us, considering how awful it was for other Realtors in Phoenix. We got a lot choosier about listings, which helped keep our money in our pockets, and we've both done more than we ever have before with new builds.
But: Do Realtors "deserve" all the money they make? I've had transactions — two closing later this month — where my total involvement was around five hours. I've had others that have run to hundreds of hours over the course of years. But looking at my added-value by hours or tasks or ergs of energy expended is a mistake. The value I bring to the transaction comes from knowing what to do, how, when — and why. Our clients do a lot better because of our involvement, and they are gracious enough to say so.
For now, our earning goal is $1,000 a day, each, call it $700,000 a year, gross. Obviously our expenses are huge, as are our taxes (grr!). Worse yet, we're not hitting that goal yet. And to put things in perspective, Russell Shaw's annual broadcast advertising spend approaches our total earning goal.
In the near term, I think we can double our numbers to something like $1.5 million a year, before taxes and expenses. From there, with a couple of assistants each, we might be able to push things to that amount, gross, each. In other words, without growing our head-count very much, we might be able to knock down $3 million a year in gross commission income. The net from that might not be all that great, considering, but it will still be a lot of money.
So: What are we after? Money. We love our clients, and we love helping them achieve their real estate goals. But if this job didn't pay this well, we would be doing something else that either paid better, provided actual benefits or left some time free for other pursuits. We're doing this — and we're dancing as fast as we can — so that one day we can stop doing it.
How much is enough? Right now, I'm thinking around $10 million in net worth. That sounds like a lot of money, but it doesn't feel like it to me from here.
How much is enough? I think something like a hundred million packages of Top Ramen oughta do the trick…
- October 12, 2007 9:19 PM
Look at the two gems Swann has listed
That should earn him $10 million ya think!
- October 12, 2007 9:30 PM
Realtor says:
We have a built-in baseline demand from the Great Lakes and other snowy regions. And we seem to be experiencing a steady increase in our long-term in-migration from California.
Frank says:
Right there he explained why the bubble would burst - those people were only attracted to Phoenix for cheap banal living. Once the cheap was gone, no more transplants especially from California.
I think both of these statements miss the most obvious reality of all: all of the retarded "reasons" these morons came up with for Phoenix's housing mania were ALWAYS there. There is nothing about the historic trend of immigration to Phoenix that changed in the last several years (certainly nothing to come anywhere near explaining 100% price increases). Whenever these idiots laid this crap on me I simply asked them "so why didn't these amazing price increases occur every year for the past 50 years?", at which point they would just twitch and change the subject (actually answering questions is beyond them as well).
The first thing one should learn when trying to understand the world is that most people are delusional and selfish. They believe something because they want to and because it benefits them, not because it is true.
Real admirable.
- October 12, 2007 9:40 PM
but but but real estate never goes down, it's always a good time to buy buy buy.
- October 12, 2007 9:52 PM
"Look at the two gems Swann has listed"
Thats it?? Just two listings to support the agency that has what looks like a few staff to feed?
Good grief!
- October 12, 2007 10:11 PM
- uknowwhoiyam said...
Is it just me or does his wife look a lot like one of his bloodhounds?
- October 12, 2007 10:33 PM
He thinks of himself as a poet.
His poetry is frozen in the well known style: "Pompous 9th Grader".
- October 12, 2007 11:31 PM
gawd, he might be ugly, but he tol' me i could re'tire on all the money i will make when i sells my tailor i bought from him and his dog last year.
- October 12, 2007 11:38 PM
- Joe said...
Anyone who reads his writing can tell he's as dumb as a rock. Anyone who incessently has to over-thesaurus their words to make their writing sound intelligent is just a pompous mental midget. It reminds me of these new economy dipshits that use jargonized buzzwords like "leverage" and "incentivize".
Oh well, I guess when you can't do anything else in life you become a realtor.
- October 13, 2007 12:15 AM
Realtors, hookers, drug pushers all of one thing in common: either a complete lack of education or uncontrollable greed. It's hard to discern which.
On the one hand one would think lack of education. How could one believe home prices could ever, EVER, rise faster than personal income growth? On the other hand we have the clueless GED with her face plastered on the local metro bus.
An even mix? Some of both? At any rate they're all buggy whip salesmen. I need a realtor like I need a banker to make a withdrawal.
- October 13, 2007 12:15 AM
Swann chose this war and war he got
Victory is ours!
- October 13, 2007 12:28 AM
- October 13, 2007 12:29 AM
What a clown,oh but really, I didnt know trees grow all the way to the sky.
I hope he took his own advice and bought 20 overpriced negative cash flowing crapboxes.
Hopefully with reverse amortization exploding arm loans to boot.
I live in California, and the ONLY reason people I know moved to phoenix was for cheap housing, but now houses here are falling, some places are half off, so there's no incentive to move to a hellhole anylonger.
- October 13, 2007 2:43 AM
- October 13, 2007 3:49 AM
HousingPanic, a particularly vitriolic BubbleBlog — which is saying something — asks:
Realistically, how overvalued are Phoenix home prices?
Obviously, I consider this a profoundly silly question, but to lurk among the BubbleBloggers and their seething commentariat is to acquire an education in a slice of America invisible from this side of the sewer gratings.
Notwithstanding the idiotic economic analysis, which is really no worse than the static-market fallacies paraded as profundities in the pages of the Arizona Republic, these sites — and not just HousingPanic — are infested with a cult-like fever to inflict suffering — at second hand, to be sure — on people who are in fact guilty of nothing except failing to have drunk the BubbleBlogger KoolAde.
That's all one. I don't care. The whole of the last century was dominated by the bad behavior of viciously angry wretches, but look where it got them. The BubbleBloggers will someday bawl balefully in private, but they will never, ever admit that they have been very publicly very foolish. You will know and I will know and in the secret chambers of their hearts they will know they were wrong all along. But as long as you don't hold your breath waiting for that contrite admission of error, you should be fine.
Here's where I do start to care. Whenever the subject of Phoenix comes up in a BubbleBlog, the assembled Brown Shirts pile on, for whatever reason. This is their perfect right — even though I think they're wrong. I love this place. I came here for three months in 1988, and I could not wait to get back. The first time I set foot here, on March 13, 1988, I knew I was home. We moved here for good on April 1, 1991, and I cannot imagine living happily anywhere else. Our relocation page is my extended love letter to the Phoenix area, warts and all. I've been writing lovingly about this place since the day I got here, and I'll keep it up at least until the day before I die here.
Which brings me back to HousingPanic's question. We keep our own home sales price statistics, so we have no doubt that values are down from their high in December. How much? Right now, about 4%. Could they go lower? Certainly. Will they drop by the huge amounts HousingPanic and his flying monkeys seem to yearn for? This seems very unlikely.
- October 13, 2007 9:43 AM
It's gotta kill Swanny that we were right and he was wrong and now the world knows
- October 13, 2007 9:44 AM
"...bawl balefully..."
Better make that pompous 7th grade writing style.
- October 13, 2007 6:08 PM
Greg Swann has no future in real estate thanks to his own words
- October 13, 2007 11:23 PM
If you take the Swines old post and switch his name for hp he is dead right.
Can you imagine how many lives this clow screwed up.
- October 14, 2007 6:39 AM
probably cost myself a fortune in free grapefruits in phoenix, but the seedy white ones can produce hundreds of seedlings every year that in hard times the refuse can be turned into mash for distilling? into gasolines....yet think how pleasant farm labor is almost anwhere in the U.S for 7 months of the year.. if you consider yourself a phoenix farmer...
- October 16, 2007 8:45 PM


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Thursday, March 3, 2011
We Heart Our Chalkboard Globe
It's fun for doodling and artistry of all sorts:
4 comments:
- Phyllis said...
That is so very COOL! Now I am going to have to keep my eye open for an old globe!!
- March 3, 2011 at 9:16 AM
- Stephanie said...
Nice. So, so cool.
I did miss the tute, it is a fabulous idea! And I'll be watching for one, too. :)
- March 3, 2011 at 9:42 AM
- Melissa Taylor said...
I've never seen this before, how cool! Do you find that it's hard to read the chalk though?
- March 7, 2011 at 12:15 PM
- julie said...
The thing about chalk is that you just can't write that small with it, but I think our chalkboard globe is of comparable quality to a store-bought chalkboard. We haven't yet done a lot of intricate labeling of geographical areas (I'd probably choose transparencies on our overhead projector for that), but a little pal of the girls' came over for a playdate last week, sat down with the chalkboard globe, the regular globe, and the box of chalk, and drew a pretty darn awesome continent of Africa, complete with color coding for the countries. He's six, too, and amazing.
- March 7, 2011 at 6:44 PM


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I'm buggered this time, half my team's been dropped. Got Carter as kicker (doubt I'm only one either) too.
& have discovered I made no-one captain either. D'oh.
I'm buggered this time, half my team's been dropped. Got Carter as kicker (doubt I'm only one either) too.
& have discovered I made no-one captain either. D'oh.
Cricket Web's current Premier League Tipping Champion
- As featured in The Independent.
"Theres only one head bigger than Geoffrey Boycotts and thats Birkenhead." -FS Trueman
Theres another six hours or so for anyone who wishes to changes their side - note that you can now select 4 players per country in your team so it would make sense to add an extra NZ, SA, etc player to your team.
So glad I kept Hogg in my side.
I missed the trading deadline, so I'm pretty much screwed. Just like that telecom thing, where they made the picks for me.
1. Somerset (SC) 460
2. Drop Goals (Andrew) 442
3. Ruck 'Em Out Shore (daniel) 384
4. Haggis rox me sox (Sean) 382
5. A Good, Hard Ruck (Dale) 381
6. Semi-Final Blues? (Oliver) 362
7. Team Matteh (mat) 339
8. Jamee's Tigers (Jamee) 296
Looking between Somers & age for the title.
I'm still stinking the place out; left Carter as me kicker which I was feeling smug about until the steaming great jobby-jabber cried off with a calf strain. *Sighs*
Least Habana (my captain) starts this time tho.
Changes can be made....
6 trades, 6 from each country.
Or something.
RIP Fardin Qayyumi (AKA "cricket player"; "Bob"), 1/11/1990 - 15/4/2006
Buggered now. Had 6 aussies and 4 all blacks.
I am also in a pretty average situation with the upsets - though I did place Montgomery as my kicker rather than Carter for the first time in the tournament which saw me gain a few extra points in the quarters.
Tight at the top going into the final weekend. Somers could yet make it a dream team/tipping comp double. Recovered a bit to third, but my lead from ohtani relatively slight.
1. Drop Goals (Andrew) 774
2. Somerset (SC) 771
3. A Good, Hard Ruck (Dale) 727
4. Ruck 'Em Out Shore (daniel) 702
5. Haggis rox me sox (Sean) 644
6. Semi-Final Blues? (Oliver) 562
7. Team Matteh (mat) 558
8. Jamee's Tigers (Jamee) 529
I don't fancy my chances in the tipping comp with The Bunny so far ahead but I'm a chance here. Had Contepomi on the bench though with Wilkinson at first five but Monthgomery the nominated kicker (Jonny for the drop goals to bump up my total hopefully).
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Students Have Free Speech and Due Process Rights Too
This past Friday, a federal jury in Atlanta sent a powerful message to university administrators across the nation: you cannot violate students' free speech and due process rights with impunity. The jury found Valdosta State University president Ronald Zaccari personally liable for $50,000 in damages for expelling former VSU student Hayden Barnes, who peacefully protested a planned $30‐million campus parking garage. The trial and award followed a ruling last year by the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Eleventh Circuit that Zaccarri could not claim the immunity given to public officials acting in their official capacities because he should have known that Barnes was entitled to notice and a hearing before being expelled.
Barnes's saga began in 2007, when Zaccarri announced, and Barnes protested, the proposed garage construction. Barnes's activities included sending emails to student and faculty governing bodies, writing letters to the editor of the VSU student newspaper, and composing a satirical collage on Facebook. In retaliation for these acts, Zaccari ordered that Barnes be "administratively withdrawn" from VSU, without any hearing before his expulsion in May 2007.
Barnes sued Zaccarri in 2010, and the federal district court quickly ruled that that Zaccarri had violated Barnes' constitutional right to due process and that the administrator could not avail himself of qualified immunity because he had ignored "clearly established" law. When Zaccarri appealed to the Eleventh Circuit, Cato joined an amicus brief filed on behalf of 15 organizations, successfully asking the court to affirm on both First Amendment and due process grounds.
As stated in the brief, the "desire of some administrators to censor unwanted, unpopular, or merely inconvenient speech on campus is matched by a willingness to seize upon developments in the law that grant them greater leeway to do so." The immense importance of constitutional rights on public university campus is due in no small part to the reluctance of school administrators to abide by clearly established law protecting student rights.
Qualified immunity is intended to protect public officials who sincerely believe their actions are reasonable and constitutional, not those who willfully and maliciously ignore well known law in a determined effort to deprive another of constitutional rights. In this case, Zaccarri even rejected the advice of in‐house counsel concerning the process required before Barnes could be deprived of his enrollment at VSU and neglected to abide by the procedures set forth in the VSU Student Handbook.
This verdict is cause for celebration for those concerned with individual rights. It will encourage students to exercise and defend their freedom of speech and due process, serving as a warning to administrators that they may not willfully disregard those rights. Perhaps most importantly, it vindicates Hayden Barnes, who has endured a grueling three years of litigation in order to earn, in his own words, "a victory for students everywhere."
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NEW CANAAN -- Some say the playoffs are a whole new season.
It may have been a "whole new season," but it was a very familiar result for the one-loss, second-seeded New Canaan girls lacrosse squad, which cruised to a 12-5 FCIAC quarterfinal victory over No. 7 Staples on Thursday afternoon.
With the win, the Rams advanced to Monday's semifinals and will take on the winner of Friday's quarterfinal matchup between No. 3 Greenwich and No. 6 Ridgefield.
"We know we have to go hard every game from here on out because it could be our last," said New Canaan's Elizabeth Miller, who scored a game-high four goals. "Everyone has the capability of scoring because everyone's amazing. I was just hot today, but it can be anyone's day. I'm excited to play either team (in the semifinals). They're both really good."
Staples' (8-8-1, 4-7 FCIAC) Nicole Najarian opened the scoring with a hard charge to the New Canaan net, and her bounce shot gave her team its first and only lead at 1-0.
New Canaan (16-1, 11-1 FCIAC) responded with five unanswered goals. Olivia Hompe tied the game with a top shelf shot, Bea Eppler put the Rams in front for good, Miller scored consecutive goals 59 seconds apart to make it 4-1 and Hompe scored her second for the 5-1 lead.
"Staples is a strong team, they came out hard today, they improved a ton since the first time the first time we played them," New Canaan coach Kristin Woods said. "It was a physical game and we had to make sure we possessed the ball. It was a good start to the FCIAC tournament."
From there, the Wreckers and Rams traded goals for the rest of the first half. Staples got one back on a Jenna McNicholas marker, New Canaan's Isabel Taben scored, Najarian scored her second goal for Staples and Lily Citrin notched the final goal of the first half to give the Rams a 7-3 lead heading into the break.
"They're a tough team. They play a very patient offense and they wait for good shots. We need to work harder as a group to find the chemistry to win games," Staples coach Pete Najarian said. "We have a very young roster and we're only going to get better. We're excited about that, but this wasn't our best effort."
New Canaan controlled most of the action in the first half but likely put the game away with three quick goals to start the second half, as Miller, Hompe and Brianna McEwan found the back of the net for the 10-3 lead just 2:48 into the second half.
The final four goals came courtesy of Staples' Ryan Kirshner, Miller, Samantha Kratky and Citrin.
"I think we'll give the girls a couple days off, and then try to get a scrimmage or two between (now and the state tournament)," Najarian said. "What I want them to do is stay in shape and stay mentally prepared."
Starting in place of injured goaltender Liz O'Sullivan, New Canaan's Nathalie Deney came up with five saves on the afternoon.
"I told the kids when we walked in that it's the playoffs now and that every team is playing for their season, and they're going to leave everything on the field," Woods said. "We have to make sure we take every groundball, every draw control and that we utilize it to our advantage."
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New Canaan 12, Staples 5
Records: Staples 8-8-1, 4-7 FCIAC; New Canaan 16-1, 11-1 FCIAC. Scoring: S--Nicole Najarian 2g, Ryan Kirshner 1g, 1a, Jenna Mcnicholas 1g, Samantha Kratky 1g; NC--Elizabeth Miller 4g, Olivia Hompe 3g, 1a, Bea Eppler 1g, Isabel Taben 1g, Lily Citrin 2g, Brianna McEwan 1g, Kathleen DeMarino 1a. Goalies: S--Emma Boland (5 saves); NC--Nathalie DeNey (5). Shots: S--13; NC--19.


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Us Magazine is reporting that they saw Josh Harnett and Rihanna together. After romancing Scarlett Johansson and Helena Christensen, Hartnett, 29, was spotted kissing and cuddling with the "Umbrella" singer, 19, Thursday night at NYC club Pink Elephant, a witness tells Usmagazine.com.
A source says the couple met up after her Thursday night concert at the Nokia Theatre in Times Square. The duo, sitting at a table of Dom Perignon and Pink Elephant Vodka throughout the night, "didn't come together, but left together," the witness adds.
Why does he get all the good looking ladies...lucky guy!
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Electronics: Revolution or Evolution
Ronald Lasky, Professor, Thayer School of Engineering
Friday, February 25, 2011, 3:30pm
This seminar is part of the Jones Seminars on Science, Technology, and Society series
With the advent of the iPad, iPhone, Droid and other modern electronic marvels, it would appear that we are in the midst of an electronic revolution. Or are we? In this talk we trace the advance of electronics over the past several generations to assess the nature of the revolution. As part of this discussion, a detailed tear-down analysis of an iPhone, iPad, and Droid X will be presented. In addition to electronics, data communication past, present, and perhaps future will be reviewed. The need for fiber to the home will be analyzed. At the end of the talk, the significance of Watson's recent victory in Jeopardy and the prophesied Singularity circa 2045 enabling immortality will be discussed, with comments from the audience encouraged.
About the Speaker
Ron Lasky is currently an Instructional Professor at Dartmouth College and a Senior Technologist at Indium Corporation. Prior to these assignments, he had over thirty years' experience in electronic and optoelectronic packaging and assembly at IBM, Universal Instruments, and Cookson Electronics. He has authored or edited four books on electronics and optoelectronics and numerous technical papers and authored articles for Scientific American. Dr. Lasky holds numerous patent disclosures and is the developer of electronic assembly software relating to cost estimating, line balancing, and process optimization. He is the co-creator of engineering certification exams in electronic assembly and the Director of Dartmouth's Six Sigma Program. Ron was awarded the Surface Mount Technology Association's Founder's Award in 2003. Dr. Lasky also participates in process optimization for manufacturing, healthcare, hospitality, logistics, and other industries. He owns four earned degrees, including a Ph.D. from Cornell University in Materials Science. Ron is also a licensed professional engineer.


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