1941 was Depression time. We lived one block away from the Chamovitz family and in order to save money we subscribed to the daily Yiddish paper, Forward, for one month and when Dad was finish reading it, I took it up the hill for Uncle Morris to read. During that month the Chamovitzs had the telephone. If there was a message for Dad, a Chamovitz boy would run down the hill to give Dad the message.
The next month we got the phone and the Chamovitzs got the Forward and one of the boys would deliver it to Dad when Uncle Morris was finished with it.