Sketch of George Ginsberg Artist Unknown |
My grandfather was watched over by angels.
He was a natural story teller who had a remarkable life. I was always convinced that he had many guardian angels watching over him as he boarded a boat from Leningrad to America in 1910. He was 10 years old.
Pop would tell stories about his photography business in Philadelphia (Quaker Photo), how much he loved making stuffed cabbage with my Grandma Fannie or his own saga leaving Russia as an orphan without 2 nickels to rub together. His sense of humor was legendary as he would repeat the same jokes over and over yet he still would get us all to laugh. I can hear my father trying to hold back a giggle at a joke George had told repeatedly for over twenty years.
One of Pop’s Jokes
Did you ever speak to my friend Mike Sass who lived in Baltimore and worked in the peanut business? If you are ever in Baltimore you could look up Mike Sass for peanuts. (read it allowed and you’ll get it) George was one of those people that if you met him you would never forget him.
Pop and my daughter Sarah shared October 4th as a birthday so he has recently been on my mind. Lately, I have also been thinking about stories he used to tell about his sisters. Like most things from my life, I experience them on a personal and emotional level- but there is a fascination with what they can teach me about marketing.
My Great Aunts – the sisters of George Ginsberg from Russia |
I never really knew Aunt Pauline who died around 1958 when I was 4 years old but it was important for Pop to make sure that we knew about her beauty and sense of social consciousness as she raised funds for Beth Israel Hospital in the 1920 and 1930’s in Newark, New Jersey. (the hospital I was born in in 1954). My brother’s middle name – Paul- was named in memory of Pauline.
Aunt Pauline – Uncle Henry’s Wife |
I often think about these women and that their blood runs through the veins of my own daughters Sarah and Fanny. These genes also run through my beautiful nieces Jamie and Georgia and my great niece Juliet named in memory of my father Jack.
There is such strength baked into the DNA of our family lines that helps me know that my own children, nieces and great niece will have a little bit of these extraordinary woman in their bloodlines.
You only had to watch him look at my grandmother to realize this which I got to witness regularly as a young boy. He celebrated her in so many ways both in public and private. In this extraordinary photograph in our albums, Pop wanted to show how much Grandma Fannie’s father loved her. The picture tells the story of how my grandmother’s father wore a button made from this image on his lapel. Here Grandma Fannie is 13 years old which would make this picture from roughly 1910; the same year my grandfather came to America.
My grandma Fannie at age 13 circa 1910 |
George Ginsberg |
Weaving other family bloodlines like my sister-in-law Leslie or niece Jessica adds to the rich fabric of my family that is comforted by the love of strong, smart and supportive women. And don’t get me started on my nieces Jamie, Georgia and my great niece Juliet. And speaking of Aunts, I know I am starting to sound like my own beloved Aunt Annette. Forgive me.
The Dignity of Women
Sketch of George Ginsberg- artist unknown |
Looking at these photographs makes me realize how a part of the message my grandfather was communicating to me and our family was about the dignity of women and how important it is to honor them. He wanted to share this wisdom with me so that I would help spread this message to our family long after he was gone.