Herman Rosenblat - Wikipedia

My good and honest friend, Blaine Bierley, and I have been duped, as so many others have, by Henry Rosenblat who told such a beautiful story of the Apple and the Fence as truth.  Later, as declared in "Herman Rosenblat"- Wikipedia, Herman sadly admitted that he had embellished the story and told it as truth before it was published.  Nonetheless, It is worthwhile visiting for yourself.

Personally, I forgive Herman.  Embellishment is ok,  It it would have been so much better if he had told it as historical-fiction.  In the told circumstances, his story grabbed your heart and made you want to believe it.  I am an author, in the genre' of Studs Terkel.  I, unfortunately have mostly paid for my books although I nearly broke even with my publications of Portsmouth Ohio interviewees by my friends in Portsmouth.  My ten books are interview stories by people I choose to interview because I am impressed by the way good people live their lives in one way or another as I have observed throughout my life.

My one fiction book, "Grandparents and Softball" was published as fiction, and I certainly embellished it, because of my wife, Jeanie's and of my own pride of the early successes of our lovely young graddaughter, Tobey Kegley. Tobe became a much better than average softball pitcher in her grade school years up through the eighth grade in Jones Elementary School in Upper Arlington.  Like her father and our son, Jay Kegley did in his young life, she suddenly dropped her interest in active sports.We had so many enjoyable trips following her softball, and particularly in summer travel teams.  We need not embellish that she was good, and let me say very good!  Her younger sister, Ida Scout, played with Upper Arlington's varsity last season and is on the team for the coming season as a sophomore.

I played softball up until I was 75, and I believe it to be a terrific game.

God, please bless Herman Rosenblat.  I am sure that his early years were no fun in the prison camps.
President Eisenhauer admonished Americans to never let the Holocaust be forgotten as many evil people are 'won't to do' as history progresses.  My generation saw the newsreels terrible ditchloads of Jewish corpses in ditches and live Jewish loaded onto cattle cars.  There is evil and good in this world and it is very much in evidence with all enhabitants still.

Sam Kegley

The girl and the apple ... Lest we forget ... To become Film: "The Fence" ... Thx Blaine B!

Sam Kegley

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Please read this interesting story that is about to be into a movie.The girl with the         apples.  A true story of survival from the Holocaustand the mysterious ways of God that  drew people together here inAmerica after their lives had touched in the dark days of  Hitler  August 1942.   Piotrkow , Poland The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square.  Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto.  My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.  'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, 'don't tell them your age.  Say you're sixteen.  'I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off.  That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker.  An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones.  He looked me up and down, and then asked my age.  'Sixteen,' I said.  He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood.  My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and elderly people.  I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?' He didn't answer. I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her. 'No, 'she said sternly. 'Get away.  Don't be a nuisance.  Go with your brothers.'  She had never spoken so harshly before.  But I understood:  She was protecting me.  She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to.  It was the last I ever saw of her.  My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany ..  We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night later and were led into a crowded barrack.  The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers.  'Don't call me Herman anymore.'  I said to my brothers.  'Call me 94983.'  I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator.  I, too, felt dead.  Hardened, I had become a number.  Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald 's sub-camps near Berlin .  One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice.  'Son,' she said softly but clearly, I am going to send you an angel.'  Then I woke up.  Just a dream.  A beautiful dream.  But in this place there could be no angels.  There was only work. And hunger.  And fear.  A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone.  On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl with light, almost luminous curls.  She was half-hidden behind a birch tree.  I glanced around to make sure no one saw me.  I called to her softly in German.  'Do you have something to eat?'  She didn't understand.  I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish.  She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid.  In her eyes, I saw life.  She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence.  I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'  I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple.  We didn't dare speak or linger.  To be caught would mean death for us both.  I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish.  What was her name?  Why was she risking her life for me?  Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.  Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia .  'Don't return,' I told the girl that day.  'We're leaving.'  I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the little girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.  We were in Theresienstadt for three months.  The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed.  On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at10:00 AM.  In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself.  So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived.  Now, it was over.  I thought of my parents.  At least, I thought, we will be reunited.  But at 8 a.m. there was a commotion.  I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp.  I caught up with my brothers.  Russian troops had liberated the camp!  The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too.  Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived;  I'm not sure how.  But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival.  In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none.  My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.  Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics.  Then I came to America , where my brother Sam had already moved.  I served in the U. S. Army during the Korean War, and returned to New   York City after two years.  By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop.  I was starting to settle in.  One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me. 'I've got a date.  She's got a Polish friend.  Let's double date.' A blind date?  Nah, that wasn't for me.  But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma.  I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad.  Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital.  She was kind and smart.  Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.  The four of us drove out to Coney Island .  Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with.  Turned out she was wary of blind dates too!  We were both just doing our friends a favor.  We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore.  I couldn't remember having a better time.  We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat.  As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us.  She broached the subject, 'Where were you,' she asked softly, 'during the war?'  'The camps,' I said.  The terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss.  I had tried to forget.  But you can never forget.  She nodded.  'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany , not far from Berlin ,' she told me.  'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.'  I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were both survivors, in a new world.  'There was a camp next to the farm.'  Roma continued.  'I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day.'  What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. 'What did he look like?  I asked.  'He was tall, skinny, and hungry.  I must have seen him every day for six months.'  My heart was racing.  I couldn't believe it.  This couldn't be. 'Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?'  Roma looked at me in amazement.  'Yes!'  'That was me!'  I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions.  I couldn't believe it!  My angel.  'I'm not letting you go.'  I said to Roma.  And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her.  I didn't want to wait.  'You're crazy!' she said.  But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week.  There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope.  Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go.  That day, she said yes.  And I kept my word.  After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren, I have never let her go.  Herman Rosenblat of Miami Beach , Florida  This story is being made into a movie called The Fence. This e-mail is intended to reach 40 million people world-wide. Join us and be a link in the memorial chain and help us distribute it around the world.  Please send this e-mail to 10 people you know and ask them to continue the memorial chain.  Please don't just delete it.  It will only take you a minute to pass this along. Thanks!  "It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be."  George Eliot

America needs a military coup!  We have no leader right now.

2-28-15

!939-1943 Color photos from Library of Copngress ... Thx Blaine B!

Wonderful, Blaine!  Jeanie and I were 10 years old and can identify with many of the children of that pre- and WW II Era.

 

These pictures are absolutely wonderful. They were taken from color slides found at the Library of Congress, and are dated between 1939-1943.

 

The pictures are so clear and the color is so vibrant, it looks as though they were taken just yesterday. Click below for viewing ...

 

http://extras.denverpost.com/archive/captured.asp

 

 

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Hitler's doctor ... Thx Ramey H!

HITLER'S DOCTOR

 

I don't know who dreams this stuff up, but it is pretty entertaining.



<http://safeshare.tv/w/jyeqLxShwx> Hitler in the bunker video.

skegley.blpogspot.com

I can see true beauty in the Onassis girl, Ramey ... Thx Sonny H! Alas, I don't golf

Beauty through a Golfer's eye

This guy is Alvaro Alfonso de Miranda Neto, a professional golfer He was married to --- this woman. Her name is Cibele Dorsa.  She is a Brazilian swimsuit, Victoria's Secret, and Playboy model. He divorced her because he fell in love with this woman: These two are very happily married right now. Some people argue that love is blind.  This story clearly proves it. It proves that men are capable of real love truly seeing a person's inner beauty, and not basing their decisions solely on looks alone. Oh, and by the way... The new girl is Athina Onassis.  She's worth 12 billion dollars. Love stories like this kinda bring a tear to your eye, don't they ?

Stick Man or woman ... Thx Marge R!

Stick Man or Woman...

 

When you have time on your hands...try this for fun...

 

Click here: Draw a Stickman

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Don't miss this one ... Thx Ramey H

Don't miss this one!!!!!!!

 

 

>  Click here: Civil war veteran soldier footage, captured between 1913 and 1938 - SchoolTube
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> http://www.schooltube.com/video/a088eb35599e46dd5552/Civil-war-veteran-soldier-footage-captured-between-1913-and-1938
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> For you Civil War buffs, more videos follow when this one is completed...

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Interesting story of a grandson of slaves ... Thx Ramey H!

A Grandson of slaves, a boy was born into a poor neighborhood of New Orleans known as the "Back of Town."

His father abandoned the family when the child was an infant, His mother became a prostitute and the boy and his sister had to live with their grandmother. Early in life he proved to be gifted for music and with three other kids he sang in the streets of New Orleans. His first gains were the coins that were thrown to them.

A Jewish family, Karnofsky, who had immigrated from Lithuania to the USA had pity for the 7-year-old boy and brought him into their home.

Initially given 'work' in the house, to feed this hungry child. There he remained and slept in this Jewish families home where, for the first time in his life he was treated with kindness and tenderness.

When he went to bed, Mrs. Karnovsky sang him a Russian Lullaby that he would sing with her.

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Later, he learned to sing and play several Russian and Jewish songs. Over time, this boy became the adopted son of this family.

The Karnofskys gave him money to buy his first musical instrument; as was the custom in the Jewish families. They sincerely admired his musical talent.

Later, when he became a professional musician and composer, he used these Jewish melodies in compositions, such as St. James Infirmary and Go Down Moses.

The little black boy grew up and wrote a book about this Jewish family who had adopted him in 1907.

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In memory of this family and until the end of his life, he wore a star of David and said that in this family he had learned "how to live real life​".​

 You might recognize his name.

This little boy was called Louis "Satchmo" Armstrong.

Louis Armstrong   proudly spoke fluent Yiddish!

http://www.bing.com/search?q=Louis+Armstrong+Growing+up+Jewish&form=PRUSEN&mkt=en-us&refig=a9c10cab7a05490db0ff8fb2f5690386

Bit of Portsmouth Ohio History ... Thx Blaine B!

 “Portsmouth Streets”

         Did you ever wonder how some of the streets in Portsmouth got their names? Here’s what some of my research turned up on how they came to be called what they are called.

         Bond Street, located close to Shawnee State University, was named in honor of William Key Bond, a Baltimore, Maryland man who was related to Francis Scott Key, who wrote our National Anthem in 1814. Bond came to Portsmouth in its earliest days and became a prominent real estate investor.

         Campbell Avenue, in the East End, was named for Francis Campbell, an attorney from Chillicothe, who spent much time in Portsmouth representing local clients. He amassed a number of properties in the East End.

         Robinson Avenue was named in honor of J. N. Robinson, another man who owned much real estate—this time in the North End of Portsmouth.

         The Thompson Addition, between Union and Offnere Streets, was named for Moses Thompson, who came from Wheeling (then in Virginia) in the early days of Portsmouth. His residence took up nearly the entire square between Jackson Avenue and Third Street. Thompson’s old-fashioned colonial home faced Union Street.

         Offnere Street was named for Jacob Offnere, who was a prominent Portsmouth physician and a man of wealth and influence in the city.

         Chillicothe Street was so called because it was used as the road to Chillicothe, Ohio. Gallia Street, which is actually a shortened name of Gallipolis Street, was given its name because it was the road that led to Gallipolis.

         Lincoln, Jackson, Madison, Jefferson, and Washington, of course, were all named for U.S. Presidents. However, Monroe Street, in the East End, was named for Samuel Monroe, a local contractor.

         Massie Street was named for Henry Massie, the “Founding Father” of Portsmouth, who drew up the city’s original plat in 1803.

         I hope you enjoyed this little Portsmouth history lesson.

Blaine Bierley

PHS-1955

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to me

The Great Flydini on the Johnny Carson Show ... Thx Ramey H!

This was done only once 

on the Johnny Carson Show in 1992.

Fortunately, he taped it, 

 because it was never performed again.

The Great Flydini

The silent one ... Thx Clay V!

Subj: THE SILENT ONE... 

 

The cow, the ant, and the old ____ Thx, Major Kibitzer, Dr. H! He always gets me this way! SamKat

The cow, the ant and the old fart    A cow, an ant and an old fart are debating on who is the greatest of the three of them. The cow said, "I give 20 quarts of milk every day and that's why I am the greatest!" The ant said, "I work day and night, summer and winter, I can carry 52 times my own weight and that's why I am the greatest!"     Why are you scrolling down? It's your turn to say something.

Phenomenal places and beings in God's world here on earth ... Thx Clay V!

                                                                                                        The White Zebra, has blue eyes and golden stripes.

'The
cat without fear''

Hotel
Four Seasons Bora Bora.

Conservatory
of Musicin China

So
embrace the zebras

Kiss
in Paris

Each
year in February, the sun's angle is such
that Horsetail Falls waterfall lights like
fire. Yosemite, USA

Houseboat, Iceland.

Panda
scared after the earthquake in Japan embraced the leg
of a policeman.

Kalapana, Hawaii where
the sea meets the lava

Beijing Airport by
night

.

Highway
in Japan with snow around more than 10 meters high.
Unbelievable.

 

Spectacular
rice fields in China

Austria's Green Lake is
a beautiful park in winter. The snow melts in summer and creates a
very clear lake.

Undersea
tunnel linking Sweden and Denmark

The
world's highest swimming pool is located in the
skyscraper Marina Bay Sands, Singapore.

Amazing
lightning storm over the Grand Canyon

“;The
road to Heaven” a place in Ireland where every two years
the stars align with the road.  (Ah, it’s a wonder that anyone
leaves Irland when there is a road to Heaven
in Ireland.)

World's
Largest Swimming Pool in San Alfonso, Chile. More than
1,000 yards long.

Crystal Palace, Madrid.

''
Heaven's Gate'', Zhangjiajie Tianmen
Mountain, China.

The
Northern Lights', Alaska.

Llamas
after fleecing

The
white owl, unbelievable.

.

The
famous’;’ Rosa Moss Bridges “,
Ireland. (Have you been here?)

Eiffel Tower.
Romantic and beautiful Paris, France.

Sea
otters hold hands while they sleep.

Frozen
bubbles in the Canadian Rockies, Canada.

Spiral
cloud in the sky. An Iridescent Cloud in Himalaya.
Phenomenon observed on October 18, 2009. 

A
pink lake due to the harmless bacteria of Retba Lake,
north of the Cap
Vert peninsula of Senegal.

Infinite
Cave, Vietnam