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.
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