I can’t help but think of my mom, here in the city that never sleeps. How thrilling that she attended The Julliard School. I cannot wait to dive into some of her stories, including her job on the national tour of The Sound Of Music.
Here’s one she told me the other night:
When I was singing in clubs (in the village) there was a cute little man who owned one of the clubs, and every time a man came in looking sort of..huh…what’s the word…he looked like a gonif,
(non Jews, read on, Jews skip)
|Noun||1.||goniff – (Yiddish) a thief or dishonest person or scoundrel (often used as a general term of abuse)
Yiddish – a dialect of High German including some Hebrew and other words; spoken in Europe as a vernacular by many Jews; written in the Hebrew script
*thank you The Free Dictionary
and he’d say to me, “he stole twenty five fur coats last week, and they’re in the back, would you like a fur coat?” “And there was another club I was in, my uncle Willie came in to see me, a small funny looking club, no stage. Uncle Will kept making faces at me, I couldn’t wait until he left.
After he left the owner was going to give me some sad amount, like $25.
And I said, Uncle Will doesn’t like my singing, and the owner came running at me with a knife and said “I like you!”
“I ran home very quickly that night.”