Sol Gross’s letters (1970)

December 21, 1970

Dear Grandchildren,

Your mommy has written us asking us to tell you about our families. I wish there were much more tell you but as you grow older you will begin to understand a great deal more about the way Jewish people lived in our old land in Europe. First let me begin with your grandma. Her mother’s parents owned a hardware store in a little city called Jaworow. They were religious people, very charitable and highly respected by all their neighbors. They had three sons and two daughters. One daughter was your great grandmother Bertha Fellig. She was married to your great grandpa, Abe Fellig, in 1906 and when your great grandpa saw that there were no opportunities to make a living, he decided to come to America and your great Grandma joined him a year later. She left your grandma (Bronia) and a sister (Anna) and brother (Shlomo) in Europe in charge of your great grandparents. I will stop now and continue this story a little later.

We now come to your great grandfather’s family. His mother was the daughter of the richest man in Przemyśl (pronounced Chemish). His name was Yoshe Teich. He owned tremendous amounts of real estate and had a large family of sons and daughters. After he had been married many years, his wife died and he married a young woman and she spent most of his money on expensive living and left him a poor man at his death. One of his daughters married Israel Fellig, your great grandfather’s (Abraham) father in Lemberg. He was in the insurance business and a chasid of the Rabbi of Belz. He had a remarkable voice for singing in the synagogue and was famous all over our country. Due to his voice he made many friends, which brought him new clients and he always made an excellent income and had a beautiful home and tutors for his children. He was once invited to become a cantor in one of our New York synagogues at a very high salary. He came here for a short while but found that the Americans were not as religious as they were able to be back in Europe so he would not stay here. This was a most unfortunate decision as, in 1914 the first world war broke out and he died shortly afterward from the effects of this struggle and on his death the fortunes of the family changed and with the coming of Hitler the lines of your great-grandparents were destroyed completely. When Hitler’s troops came to round them up, they ran away to the Jewish cemetery in town, where they were gunned down.

Let me begin with your grandpa’s (meaning himself) background until he came to America in 1907. My great grandparents weren’t around when I was born but I heard from my father (Isaac) that his grandparents were bakers. My father was a housepainter, and his father was a religious man who had five sons and four daughters. Due to the fact that they unfortunately were quite poor, they had nothing to lose and when my father’s oldest sister came to America at the beginning of the century and started working and saving to help bring over one member of the family after another, almost the entire family was saved from the Holocaust. The oldest brother was already married with family and chose to remain in Europe, so, with the exception of one daughter who went to Argentina, the family also went under. Somewhere in the family there is a picture of my grandfather, grandmother, and some of their sons and daughters. (Note: it’s on Phyllis’s library shelf.) Our fortunes in America were similar to millions of other immigrants who came in with practically nothing but strong backs and a ferocious willingness to work hard to better ourselves. Those who came in with superior intellectual equipment took advantage of the educational opportunities and working by day and toiling upward in the night they achieved professional standing and the monetary rewards that went with it.

For others, without this intellect, they organized the unions and fought bitterly for first, the absolute necessities, then the decencies and even some luxuries, such as the possibilities to educate our children to reach heights to which we could only aspire, and, like Moses, were never able to enter the promised land.

To get back to the personal, I had to leave school and go to work at 15, work which consisted of operating a foot press, or running errands from the fur market to the cloak market with boxes of fur trimmings weighing 30 pounds each. Going to evening high school first to get the commercial course so I could look for a bookkeeping job, then to try for the academic diploma. All this took years until one of my Latin teachers began probing my potentialities as a husband.

So after a few terms at Pace Institute where I studied accounting, I went into the fur business and got married. (The results of which you must be familiar with. At this point I am beginning to feel that I have let myself in for a bigger job than I thought.)

To pick up the strings of your [grandmother’s] story: her parents came to New York in 1912 and 1913. Since he (Abraham Fellig) had never learned a trade, he learned how to press he learned how to press men’s clothes and worked very hard. Grandma Fellig also got a job and even with low wages, prevalent then, they managed to barely get by. The Grandpa joined the union, they went out on strike for better conditions. Grandpa Fellig was a well-educated man and an eloquent speaker and his talents were recognized by no less a man than Sidney Hillman, who later became an advisor to FDR. He offered Grandpa a job in the union, first to distribute the strike benefits (Grandpa soon recognized dishonesty and chicanery and shook this responsibility) then as a business agent where he could have made an easy living but Grandpa Fellig preferred a living from his own honest sweat and remained a workman until he was later able to buy the house in Coney Island where you (Phyllis and Irwin) were born. Then he and Grandma (Bertha) opened a fish store, as you know.

Mama (Blanche/Bronia) and Aunt Anna and the boy (Shlomo) remained in Europe. The boy died as a result of the cholera epidemic and after the end of the war (1918) Grandpa Fellig finally came to Europe and stayed two years (not clear – did he mean Grandma? They finally sent steamship tickets for Aunt Anna and Mama who finally got here in 1925.

Before I close this megillah, I was reminded of the story of the 8-year-old who came back from school with a questionnaire in his hand and asked his parents, “What is sex?” They looked at him and shrugged their shoulders meaning, maybe he’s ready, so they gave him a description of the birds and the bees. Only when they finished he asked how can I put all that down on this two-inch space. You little realized how much there is to write about six generations of your ancestry.

P.S. I would be remiss if I did not include my maternal side. My grandmother died when my mother was six years old. My grandfather was a tailor in the city of Dubeck, Poland. (Note: Dubiecko, the proper name for Dubeck, is situated in Poland, close to Przeml.) He was only a little over 40 years old when she died and he never remarried. He had one son who came to America around 1890. They became the Adams family of Chicago. He also had four daughters and they in turn gave birth to Yette Nager, Chana Goldstein, Jack Gross and my cousin Zlata in Israel, wand others who never came here and were lost. Also the Eidelsheim family is a branch of this tree. Aunt Sadie Eidelsheim was only three years old when their mother died. My grandpa was not able to care for his younger children so my mother was brought up in the home of a cousin where she was raised until she got married to my father in 1902. I was born in 1903 and came to American with my mother in 1907.


Paternal great grandparents: Moshe Aaron Adams (family history informs me that he lost both his parents as a young child and was adopted by a family named Graub which my first aunt who came to this country changed to Gross) was a baker and I hear a very gentle man. His wife was named Yetta, a hard and shrewd business woman who took over her husband’s business.

They had one son and about four or five daughters. The son was my grandfather Abraham (1850-1913). His mother took her daughters in to help her in the business and any money the business earned was set aside to provide a dowry for the girls. The son was given a minimal Talmud Torah education which inculcated only a devout and unswerving belief not only in God but in every jot and tittle of the practice of the faith. She however had no interest in teaching him a trade and he could do nothing in the way of earning a living, except marrying my grandmother (Feige, your namesake, 1850-1935). They had at least a dozen children as follows: Mordecai, Lena (Glasser), Louis Pearl (Waldman), Isaac, Rachel (Memis), Joseph, Beila (Miller), Morris. The others did not survive.

Even in the best of conditions it was difficult for a Jew (even if he had a trade) to earn a living, can you imagine a man without a trade or skill or business ability to provide for a family of 10? He couldn’t and somehow a belief in God brought him sustenance and he and his family lived in abject poverty. Uncle Joe once described the hovel in which his family lived (and I shall not take your appetite away by retelling the story). And mind you, when my father or his brothers or sisters went to their grandmother’s bakery she wouldn’t even offer them a piece of bread and the challah he bought for the Sabbath had to be paid for. May her tail wag in hell. She did not have a good end. Her daughters married and went to America and the son whom she disdained took care of her in her last illness which was an unmerciful and agonizing one. My grandmother was a saintly woman who took what God gave and gave thanks without complaint. May her saintly spirit intercede for us whenever we stand in need of God’s help…

The oldest son as soon as was old enough to carry a package started working and shook the dust of his father’s house. In due time he got married and then the older children grew up and left home. The oldest one (daughter Lena) came first and she started working and saving and one by one the remaining eight came over including the parents between 1898 and 1907. Mordecai was established and had a growing family and like his father he had no trade and he felt he could not earn a living in America so he remained in Europe. He was eventually destroyed by Hitler with his entire house except for one daughter, who married and went to Argentina.

This ends our European saga. If you aren’t fed up yet let me know and I will continue.

Let me go back as I recall things. This Mordecai was captured as a hostage by the Russians during the first World War and was sent to Siberia until after the Russian Revolution and made his way back home in 1919 (about four years as a prisoner). Believe me, he could not have been worse off in America. He worked like a dog all his life only to end in a crematorium. I hope this clarifies some of the obscure points in the previous telling…


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