Paul Simons

Sorry ‘bout that Phil - this one starts with a few words about Burger - maybe there’s more as you get further into it -  https://youtu.be/1Y0J7Ck_oPo. 

And thanks for the information about why it’s called “Over the Rhine”. I guess the part of Elmwood Place by the Mill Creek could be “Over the Thames” or any other river. We were indeed lucky to have the Eden Park Overlook above the Ohio River and the City Tavern in Mt Adams looking out over downtown.

Dave’s photography and your wife’s jewelry Richard are fine to look at in my opinion. May we all come through Covid-19 and the November 2020 - February 2021 time period, which promises to be problematic, not only not worse, but better than when we started.

Philip Spiess

I thought Elmwood Place was "Over-the-Hill."

Jerry Ochs

Judy,

My first taste of Yiddish rap.  What's the red stuff in the jar?

http://www.kveller.com

Steve Sanger

You always know it's Burger baseball time when you hear: El Capitan by John Philip Sousa

Philip Spiess

Steve Sanger:  And you win the prize!  A handsomely enholed set of 3 White Castle hamburgers (notice the Burger in there!) the next time I see you!

Richard Winter (Winter)

A few recent posts about Over-the-Rhine and Izzy Cadetz, have brought a few memories to mind, mostly about my father.   

My father was born in Poland and came to the US in 1921, speaking not a word of English.  In his senior year of high school in Dayton, where my grandfather was a baker, my father told the principal he was going to go to the University of Cincinnati.  He had learned that UC had a co-op program, which meant that he could earn enough to pay for college by alternating work and study.   The principal said, "Harry, Jewish boys don't go to college.   Wouldn't it better to pursue a trade?"  My father ignored this.  He went to UC and graduated in Mechanical Engineering.  

After some years in Cleveland, he took a job in Cincinnati and my sister Sherry and I started at Walnut Hills in 1960. I was in the ninth grade.

Not long after we settled in, my Dad told us about the German restaurants "Over the Rhine" that he had enjoyed so much as a student at UC.  He made a point to take us there every few months -- I loved the German food, which was all new to me.  So, when you all started talking about "Over the Rhine", that's when I started thinking about my Dad in connection with this forum.

But you also mentioned Izzy Cadetz.  My Dad was the manager of a precision machine shop not far from Izzy Cadetz's, where he would often take me to lunch.  Izzy was usually there to ring us up.   He would always  say something like, "Harry, is this your boy?  He doesn't look much like you.  Are you having a good week?"   My Dad knew the routine and would deadpan something like, "Ok, Izzy, but not that good".   And, Izzy would say, "Ok, Harry, you can just pay the regular price.   This week I'm going to have to charge my higher prices to somebody else." [Izzy did charge higher prices to customers he thought could afford it, according to my Dad.]

So, with references to Izzy and Over-the-Rhine, you have gotten me fondly thinking about my father in Cincinnati.   My parents moved back to Cleveland in 1964, so I only had four years with them there. 

But, my Dad introduced me to something else memorable in Cincinnati in those years: basketball as played by Oscar Robertson.   I'll never forget the first game he took me to in Cincinnati, watching Oscar Robertson fly through the air as he took the ball to the basket.   I had never seen anyone move like that -- didn't even know it was possible.  Does anyone else here have similar memories of Robertson?  Or interesting stories about parents in Cincinnati?  Do tell.

Philip Spiess

If your Dad was in the College of Engineering at UC in the 1920s or 1930s, he must have studied under the great Dean Herman Schneider, the man who initiated the co-op system of schooling in the United States.

As to Izzy Cadets', founded in 1901 by Izzy and Rose Cadets (famous for yelling at each other in their truly kosher delicatessen), evidently they did charge varied prices for their food, depending on what you were wearing or if you looked like you had extra money to spend.  If you were a friend of Rose's, she might put extra pickles or the deli's famous potato pancakes in your order of takeout food.  Izzy's was famous for its meats -- corned beef, pastrami, smoked turkey, chopped liver -- and a goetta (scrapple) Reuben sandwich!

When I shopped downtown (at Acres of Books, the stamp and coin stores, Wocher's Medical Supply, Shillito's, etc.), I myself occasionally ate at the Temple Delicatessen, across the street from Shillito's, usually in company with Don Dahmann or Jeff Rosen.  Its pastrami sandwiches were good, as were its Kreplatz and Leberkloss soups and the cheese blintzes.

Despite the fact that I was not into watching sports, I went several times to UC to see Oscar Robertson play basketball; he was spectaciular.  For a while there, the block of University Avenue between UC and Burnet Woods was named "Oscar Robertson Way," but I think that is no longer the case; in fact, it now appears to be "Martin Luther King Drive."  (How fleeting fame is!)

Jon Singer

Si- Based on your description of the crime, your paddling would have been by the math teacher, Mr. Bailey.  Bailey forced Jerry Malman and I in front of the class and paddled each of us for our misbehavior the day before.  Bailey had been absent and rather than having Mr. Fish as a sub, we had the nice lady who God blessed with large breasts.  She had a name, but I can't recall her name.  We called her Skeejumps.  Malman and I cut up, Bailey had been informed. We paid his price- shakling and whips in the town square.

The Big O was and remains the greatest player of all time.  Although UC was triumphant over OSU for the National Championship, Oscar was not part of the action.  With victory, a rather large portion of my friends joined several thousand individuals at Fountain Square to celebrate.  Drunken folks climbed the fountain.  When the police assumed their authority, people ehibited Portland behavior and stupidly threw bottles at them.  Although I was paddle worthy for other indescretions, I did nothing wrong that night.

Paul Simons

This is getting to be fun and it isn’t even the day after Election Day yet! First I’d like to express gratitude for having been at a school with Mike Lichstein. I didn’t know him well but remember that self-contained element of certainty he had - regarding schoolwork or his own life in general he had done his homework and wouldn’t be deterred from doing it the way he wanted to.

Then about “The Big O” - he was responsible for me getting the best winter jacket I ever owned. I had gone to Cincinnati Gardens to see him with The Royals and found out that Robert Hall, a clothing store I’m sure you all remember, (“When the value goes up up up/And the prices go down down down/ Robert Hall this season will show you the reason/ Low overhead, low overhead”) was having a promotion. Buy something, get a free ticket to the game. So I did. A blue nylon imitation down-filled jacket. Warm and lightweight. And I think The Big O had a great night and the Royals won.

Finally we have a photographic approximation of the prize Mr. Spiess has awarded to Mr. Sanger. The hamburgers might have been modified to correct the beef-to-bun ratio.

Ann Shepard (Rueve)

I'm surprised to learn about all that paddling you guys endured. I don't believe any of the girls were paddled, but we girls didn't pull pranks.  Maybe we never got caught.

Jon, we must have been in Lloyd Bailey's math class together. The "well-breasted" (is that a word?) teacher known as Ski Jumps, was Miss Kincaid. After all these years, I thought it had been Ruth Ann Redd who gave her that nickname.  

Steve Sanger

Phil,  I humbly accept this award and will look forward to receiving it in person.  I'd like to thank the Academy and all who made this possible, including my dad with whom I must have listened to hundreds of broadcasts by Waite Hoyt and Jack Moran(?) before I ever even made it to WHHS. Here's to Art Fowler, Jim Greengrass and all the other Reds who tortured their fans during the 50s.

Also, for any of you who would like to indulge in some Big O nostalgia, I recommend the book "Attucks!" by Philip Hoose.

Richard Winter (Winter)

Posting another one of Dave Bucholz's extraordinary photos -- this is another test of how the website is working.

Philip Spiess

Uh, Steve Sanger:  Speaking of Cincinnati Reds, does Dave's picture remind anybody of "Birdie" Tebbetts?

Chuck Cole

Big O nostalgia; Cincinnati Reds nostalgia.  And remebering Rick Steiner--Rick and I used to go to Cincinnati Royals games at the Cincinnati Garden and once or twice we were allowed to sit on the edge of the basketball wooden floor--a great spot to see the Royals play.  We also went to some hockey games--Cincinnati had a team in the International League I think--and I'm guessing some of you remember the team's name. I don't.

My Mom grew up in Cincinnati and had been a Reds fan when growing up.  We moved to Cincinnati in 1955 and it wasn't long before we started going to ballgames.  We'd go on Saturdays since it was Ladies Day, allowing low cost admission.  Many season-ticket holders were off playing golf on Saturday afternoons, and others couldn't resist the chance to watch the Reds play ball on TV--so there were many vacant seats in the box seats sections.  We wouod sit in the row right behind the Reds' dugout and were able to get autographs from our favorite players.  Later, I remember going to games with friends and without parents--it was actually safe enough in those days to let kids in their ealry teens to roam the stands at Crosley Field.  

Stephen Collett

Ja, Mr. Bailey paddled me. I think it was Mr. Fish who reported me to him, for taking a restroom trip that lasted most of the hour.

Judy Holtzer (Knopf)

Jerry: red stuff in what jar? Where do I find the jar??

Judy Holtzer (Knopf)

Look for Kamala Harris imitating her Jewish mother-in-law when first meeting her. It's cute and very nice, don't panic anyone....

https://www.kveller.com/kamala-harris-impression-of-her-jewish-mother-in-law-is-worthy-of-an-oscar/

Dale Gieringer

The minor league hockey team Chuck mentioned was the Cincinnati Mohawks.  How they got the name, I have no idea;  maybe they came from upstate New York.    They were actually quite good, regularly dominating the league.  Their leading competitor was from Johnstown. My dad used to take me to see them play at Cincinnati Gardens.  

Philip Spiess

I've always assumed the Mohawks' name came from the district of uptown Cincinnati by Brighton, at the foot of Ravine Street, though why that would particularly apply to ice hockey (or anything else), I haven't a clue.

Jeff Daum

Sitting here day dreaming of travel, enjoying meeting new people and taking in the milieu. . .

Taken in Cinque Terre, Italy.

Jerry Ochs

Judy,

In the music video.  The bimbos are eating it. 

I read the article on Kveller.com about the video and found out it's chrein.

The future vice-president's imitation of her mother-in-law is funny and joyful.  Just what we need in these dark times.

Bruce Bittmann

I, too, went to old Crosley Field multiple times growing up.  If I remember, the Reds had a Knothole Saturday game each month for the Little League players around town.  Most of my teams would load into cars and head to the game.  Origin - kids used knotholes in the wooden fences to watch games.  We all wore our uniforms and  had a ball ( no pun intended).  Still remember the 'terrace' in the outfield that tripped up many of the visiting outfielders chasing fly balls.  Plus, there was the Sun Deck for day games and, the Moon Deck for night games, I;right field.  Looking for Big Klu (with his cutoff sleeves) to hit one out there.  What a fun time growing up.  Highlight was going to the 1961 World Series vs the Yankees in their prime.  Mantle and the crushed the Reds.  A moment returned recently with the passing of Whitey Ford.  Waited til 1993 in Denver for Major League Baseball, again.  ''Twas more fun watching growing up.  For the Love of the Game.

Judy Holtzer (Knopf)

Jerry: Ooops. I thought you meant some jar with red stuff on the kveller link you sent together with your question. Glad to found out somehow yourself it was horseradish. I'll have to look at the bimbo clip again because I cannot image eating horseradish straight from the jar. Not a fan in the first place.

Through my Spharadi DIL I discovered many variations on the traditional Ashkenazi foods. She does something different, forgot what, with horseradish on Passover.  

Judy Holtzer (Knopf)

Kamala's imitation of her MIL's Brooklyn Jewish accent is adorable. I never heard much of it in Cincinnati, or even in Beersheva, but since there's quite a contingent of NY Jews here in my new digs in Modiin, I will often catch in passing the distinct Brooklyn Jewish tongue.

In spite of Kamal's husband, I have a pretty strong feeling that most of the Israeli vote next month will go Republican. Trump won many with his strong opposition to Iran, and of course with transferring the American embassy to Jerusalem, where all embassies belong. It has long been a thorn in Israelis' sides that other sovereign states seem to think that they can dictate to the sovereign state of Israel what city is her capital. It has always been Jerusalem, from time out of mind.

Stephen Collett

Here in Norway I have taken up potatos from my potato patch this week, which is traditional. After putting down seed potatos, fairly expensive at the local feed shop, I ignored them the whole summer, no weeding or mounting up the soil between rows, also traditional. I got my due reward. Barely what I had planted. How lucky are we that that means nothing for my comfort or survival? I have a big new bed in the yard to try other things with, and enough potatos for Thanksgiving.

Can someone please give me some pointers on the term "out of left field", like "it came in from out of left field"? I get these kinds of questions from Norwegians. I am to be interviewed by the local rag on the US election  coming week. My region has been heavily influenced by the experience of the huge Norwegian emigration to America (1890-1960). My mother-in-law was born in Brooklyn in 1903. They went back and forth. Some houses in my village have switched their current to 120 volt from 240 to run all the appliances they brought home. Washing machines and you name it. The self-appointed Trump man in town has a TRUMP 1 liscense plate and walks around the stores in a MAGA cap. I hope I can show respect and talk about the rebuilding, new building we need to do.