Saturday, January 11, 2020

BALLAD FOR AMERICANS

I have loved this work every time I've performed it in the chorus - -at least three times in grammar school, high school and religious school!

Amazon Music presents this performance with the inimitable Paul Robeson as soloist!  

https://www.amazon.com/music/unlimited?tag=39384264us-20

(This may require a subscription to Amazon Music) 

Here is the Text

In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was born.
Some birthday! 

Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat
And in a Richmond church he sat
And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath
It was "Liberty or death." 

What kind of hat is a three-cornered hat?
Did they all believe in liberty in those days? 

Nobody who was anybody believed it.
Ev'rybody who was anybody they doubted it.
Nobody had faith.
Nobody but Washington, Tom Paine, Benjamin Franklin,
Chaim Solomon, Crispus Attucks, Lafayette. Nobodies.
The nobodies ran a trea party at Boston. Betsy Ross
organized a sewing circle. Paul Revere had a horse race. 

And a little ragged group believed it.
And some gentlemen and ladies believed it.
And some wise men and some fools, and I believed it too.
And you know who I am.
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man. 
He wrote it down in a mighty fine plan.
And the rest all signed it with a mighty fine hand
As they crossed their T's and dotted their I's
A bran' new country did arise. 

And a mighty fine idea. "Adopted unanimously in Congress July 4, 1776,
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created 
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable 
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty, That's right!
And the pursuit of happiness." 
Is that what they said? The very words.
That does sound mighty fine. 

Buildiing a nation is awful tough.
The people found the going rough.
Still nobody who was anybody believed it.
Everybody who anybody they stayed at home.
But Lewis and Clarke and the pioneers,
Driven by hunger, haunted by fears,
The Klondike miners and the forty niners,
Some wanted freedom and some wanted riches,
Some liked to loaf while others dug ditches.
But they believed it. And I believed it too,
And you know who I am.
No, who are you anyway, Mister? 

Well, you see it's like this. I started to tell you.
I represent the whole... Why that's it!
Let my people go. That's the idea!
Old Abe Lincoln was thin and long,
His heart was high and his faith was strong.
But he hated oppression, he hated wrong,
And he went down to his grave to free the slave. 

A man in white skin can never be free while his black brother is in 
slavery,
"And we here highly resolve that these dead shall not haave died in 
vain.
And this government of the people, by the people and for the people
Shall not perish from the Earth."
Abraham Lincoln said that on November 19, 1863 at Gettysburg, 
Pennsylvania.
And he was right. I believe that too. 

Say, we still don't know who you are, mister.
Well, I started to tell you...
The machine age came with a great big roar,
As America grew in peace and war.
And a million wheels went around and 'round.
The cities reached into the sky,
And dug down deep into the ground.
And some got rich and some got poor.
But the people carried through,
So our country grew.

Still nobody who was anybody believed it.
Everybody who was anybody they doubted it.
And they are doubting still,
And I guess they always will,
But who cares what they say whem I am on my way 

Say, will you please tell us who you are?
What's your name, Buddy? Where you goin'? Who are you?
Well, I'm the everybody who's nobody, 
I'm the nobody who's everybody.
What's your racket? What do you do for a living? 

Well, I'm an
Engineer, musician, street cleaner, carpenter, teacher,
How about a farmer? Also. Office clerk? Yes sir!
That's right. Certainly!
Factory worker? You said it. Yes ma'am.
Absotively! Posolutely!
Truck driver? Definitely!
Miner, seamstress, ditchdigger, all of them.
I am the "etceteras" and the "and so forths" that do the work.
Now hold on here, what are you trying to give us?
Are you an American? 
Am I an American?
I'm just an Irish, Jewish, Italian, 
French and English, Spanish, Russian, Chinese, Polish, 
Scotch, Hungarian, Swedish, Finnish, Greek and Turk and Czech 

And that ain't all.
I was baptized Baptist, Methodist, Congregationalist, Luthern, 
Atheist, Roman Catholic, Jewish, Presbyterian, Seventh Day Adventist,
Mormon, Quaker, Christian Scientist and lots more.
You sure are something. 

Our country's strong, our country's young, 
And her greatest songs are still unsung.
From her plains and mountains we have sprung,
To keep the faith with those who went before. 

We nobodies who are anybody believe it.
We anybodies who are everybody have no doubts.
Out of the cheating, out of the shouting.

Deep as our valleys,
High as our mountains,
Strong as the people who made it.
For I have always believed it, and I believe it now,
And now you know who I am.
Who are you?
America! America!
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Monday, October 21, 2019

Sayings I've Liked Over the Years

These are some bits and pieces I've liked over the years.  
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You cannot stay on the summit forever.  You have to come down again, so why bother in the first place? Just this: what is above knows what is below but what is below does no know what is above.  One climbs and one sees; one descends and one sees no longer, but one has seen.  There is an art of conducting oneself in the lower region by the memory of what one saw higher up.  Whence no longer sees, one can at least still know.


---- Mount Analog


(From someone at Kripalu in the '80's -- see more on this below) 


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The Edge 

Come to the Edge; 

We might fall.

Come to the Edge;

It's too high.

Come to the Edge; 

So he pushed,
And they flew.


This poem, that I believe refers to the mythological Icarus and Dedalus, was a favorite poem of actor Hume Cronyn, first heard on radio around 1992.) 

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Paraphrase from Elder Olson:
Climbing out of a pit is harder than climbing a mountain, and no one ever, ever applauds.

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A mind, once stretched by a new idea, 
never regains it original shape.  
Oliver Wendell Holmes

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Things are more like they are now than they have ever been before!  
Scott Mattingly

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W. H. Auden 
And none will hear the postman's knock 
Without a quickening of the heart. 
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
(Read the entire poem, Night Mail, here: 
And see post on this elsewhere in this blog.

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William of Ockham, also called William Ockham (Ockham also spelled " Occam") (1285-1347/49), a medeival monk  Ockham's razor, also spelled "Occam's razor", but also called "law of economy" or "law of parsimony", is a principle stated by William of Ockham, that entities are not to be multiplied beyond necessity (non sunt multiplicanda entia praeter necessitatem).


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Rene Daumal (Gurdjieff student) in Mount Analog. "You cannot stay on the summit forever. You have to come down again, so why bother in the first place? Just this: What is above knows what is above, but what is below does not know what is above. In climbing, always take note of difficulties along the way, for as you go up, you can observe them. Coming down, you can no longer see them, but you'll know they are there if you have observed them well. One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art of conducting oneself in the lower regions by the memory of what one saw higher up, When one can no longer see, one can at least still know." 


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In 1600, Sir John Harrington wrote these immortal words: 
"Treason doth never prosper; what's the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it treason." 

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Everyone's values are defined by what they will tolerate when it is done to others.   William Greider

Read more: 
http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/w/william_greider.htm

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From Aeschylus: Agamemnon

Wisdom comes through suffering.
 Trouble, with its memories of pain,
 Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep,
 So men against their will
 Learn to practice moderation.
 Favours come to us from gods. 
Variant: He who learns must suffer
 And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget
 Falls drop by drop upon the heart,
 And in our own despite, against our will,
 Comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

Historical Note: This was quoted by Robert F. Kennedy in his speech announcing the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. on 4 April 1968. His version:

Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget
 falls drop by drop upon the heart
 until, in our own despair, against our will,
 comes wisdom through the awful grace of God

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Maybe from Adam Ringl - -a Viennese analyst: 


Happy are they who have repressed,
What may not longer be redressed.

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Four Functions of Arithmetic from Alice in Wonderland's Mock Turtle
Ambition, Distraction, Uglification and Derision
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The bad news is, time flies
The good news is, you're the pilot.
Michael Altshuler (?)
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Time flies like an Eagle
Fruit flies like a banana.
(Source mercifully unknown) 
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John Muir:
Muir sends a message to the 1908 Governors' Conference on Conservation: "Nothing dollarable is safe, however guarded. Thus the Yosemite Park, the beauty glory of California and the Nation, Nature's own mountain wonderland, has been attacked by spoilers ever since it was established, and this strife I suppose, must go on as part of the eternal battle between right and wrong." 
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John Wilmot 1647-1680
Earl of Rochester re Death of Charles II

Here lies the Sovereign Lord, the King, 
Whose word no man relied on.
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one.
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"Yoga chitta vritti nirodhah."  Yoga is the cessation of the fluctuations of the Mind
(one of many translations I've seen)
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People pay for what they do --
And still more,
For what they allow themselves to become.
And they pay for it simply:
By the lives they lead.
      Edith Wharton
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Bill of Rights Re-Gurgitated -- 7.17.1787


The Bill of Rights, Regurgitated
(c) Joan D. Levin 2017

Just take to heart what’s written here,
And I will bet a dollar,
That you can be the same as me:
A near-constitutional scholar!

The First Amendment guards our rights,
To gather, speak and pray.
The Second lets us fire off shots,
And helps the NRA.

The Third Amendment keeps our houses,
Free of sleeping troops.
The Fourth protects our privacy,
From governmental snoops.

The Fifth Amendment guarantees,
Some values tried and true: 
Life, liberty and property,
Secured by process due.

It also makes it very clear,
That no one else can take,
Confessions pouring from our mouths,
That we don’t want to make.

In crimes, the Sixth requires the State,
To show its grounds for trial,
By means of an indictment,
For admission or denial.

And promptly prove your lawlessness,
To jury peers, and then,
Once the trial is over, they
Can’t have at you again!

And you may cross-examine
All the folks who wish you ill,
And bring supporters for your side
(Regardless of their will.)

And best of all, a lawyer comes
To polish up your star.
The government may pay, how nice,
For this supports the bar!

The Seventh calls for civil juries,
The Eighth says “Have a heart!” 
"Keep untried poor folk out of jail!"
And “Torture isn’t smart!” 

Nine protects remaining rights,
That are not listed here.
And Ten says states may legislate,
Where this pact isn’t clear.

So now you have the Bill of Rights,
In brash and breathless rhyme.
And aren’t you glad I wasn’t with
The Framers at that time!?! 

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For U. S. Constitution Day, 7/17/1787
See this also at: https://joansoccasionalpoems.blogspot.com/2019/10/for-constitution-day.html    

Monday, September 2, 2019

Youssopoff v MGM

Youssoupoff v. MGM

My poem about this famous defamation case was first published on Page One of the John Marshall Law School student newspaper: “The Decisive Utterance," Volume 2, Number 6, on May 12, 1969.*   John Marshall was then an independent law school — it is now affiliated with University of Illinois, Chicago (UIC)

I took two one semester courses there during the 1960's -- torts and contracts —  to see if I could handle law school. We were required to hand in “case briefs” of each case we read, and I did this one, on a famous British libel case, in verse.  The teacher, Mr. John Ingram, sent it to the school newspaper, where it was published on Page One!  

That fall I entered the University of Chicago Law School. 
But here is my "case brief" for that famous case and the JMLS newspaper editor’s note: 
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Youssoupoff v. MGM
by Joan Levin

Plaintiff here, a princess of Czarist Russian fame,
Alleges that defendant brought dishonor to her name.
She claims that said defendant in a cinema production, 
Depicted her for all to see as victim of seduction.
Reasonable men would view her as seduced or even worse, 
Under the spell of Rasputin, alleged monk accursed.
“It wasn’t so!” she cried in court “and here I was engaged, 
To one of Rasputin’s murderers, who surely was enraged!”
Defendant MGM stood firm and said, “A little yarn.
That entertained -- though without truth -- what could be the harm?
A maiden ravished? Well what matter, surely none would blame her;
If people on the street should stare, so what? It should not shame her!”
But Justice Scruttin disagreed and held that if they’d said it,
On printed paper it would surely be to her discredit;
And that this story told on film is libel most complete,
So when the MGM lion roars, he’d better be discreet!
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[*Editor's Note in JMLS newspaper: "Miss Levin’s artistic brief was forwarded to D.U. by Mr. Ingram who teaches Torts here at JMLS"]

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If you would like to know more about this famous British defamation case, check these links: 
or here:

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

From JDLEVIN dot com Website!



This is from my very first website, jdlevin.com, which is no longer operative.  I have copied its contents here, with glimpses of my life -- mostly in the 1990's.   This post includes various photos, an essay about Yiddish songs and a favorite recipe! 8.8.20

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Athena? No she's the one with the great hat!
It's just me in the '80's with Big Hair!

The 2012 Model!
A Timeless  Classic!
So Much Fun to Prepare Living Food!
Watch this Space for Yummy Recipes!

From the early 00's!

Above: Joan Atop Borobadur in Indonesia
2000




Joan Dives from the New Zealand Sky Tower!

2001

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Ot Azoy!  From The Yiddish Page!

Joan's Essay: Views of Women in Yiddish Songs



Joan D. Levin

From teaching English to speakers of other languages, I appreciate the value of songs in language learning. Songs can remove affective barriers, improve pronunciation, and increase enthusiasm for learning the target language. Repetitive passages with new words increase vocabulary and offer practice with new syntactical patterns. Songs provide both a window and a door to a new culture. The window is the opportunity to observe the values of a culture as expressed in its song, and the door is the opportunity to actually step into that culture by joining native speakers in singing the songs that “everyone knows” in that culture. 

Yiddish songs offer all of these to the student, and as a learner, I immersed myself in Yiddish songs. In time some specific themes caught my interest, especially those involving women. I found many songs written about women, which were, as far as I could tell, written by men. 
Many of these songs were about sad events – or at least events that I found to be tinged with sadness. Some of these – which I suspect were written by women – were set to tunes and harmonies reflecting that melancholy. But many other songs about women – some of which moved me to tears – were set to tunes that could only be described as merry.

It also seemed to me that many of the songs written by men about women were implicitly or explicitly more judgmental in their view of women (even those that presented the woman in a positive light) than the songs in which men were the central figures. Some of these songs, in fact, could even be viewed as cautionary tales for women. 

Here are the songs that I will discuss. Sources will be found at the end of this paper. Some are true “folk” songs in the sense that we do not know their authors, others are more in the nature of the Russian “Bard” songs, written by authors we know, but which have functioned as widely sung folk songs. Some are theatre or vaudeville songs. While my nine selections do not purport to represent a broad sample, they are intended to illustrate my view.


Margaritkelech
Reyzele 
Schmendrick’s Kalle
Sapozhkalekh 
Mekhuteneste Mayne 
Di Grine Kuzine 
Ikh Bin a Border Bei Mein Weib 
Jeckele Shik Mir a Chekele 
Shtil di Nakht


Margaritkelach.

Here the heroine, a young maiden, goes into the deep woods to pick daisies – margaritkelech. She is hums a song in a dreamlike state – tra-la-la-la-la. 


Along comes a dark handsome stranger who makes his move. She protests weakly: My mother will object! He responds: Where is your mother? I only see trees here – love me! At last he leaves her, alone at nightfall, still in her dreamlike state singing tra-la-la-la-la. 

This picture of a young woman is clear: she walks in a dream and cannot take responsibility for her own sexuality. The warning is equally clear: girls wander off alone at their peril only to have their hearts broken. 

The tune of this cautionary tale is appropriate – hauntingly dreamlike in its series of arpeggios shifting from major to minor keys.


Reyzele

 Here is an exemplary young woman, and the tune is appropriately upbeat as well. When a suitor whistles under her window, Reyzele tells him that it is not suitable for a Jewish fellow to whistle like that. She urges him to be more pious, attend synagogue, and for this she will make him a bag for his tefillin with a Mogen David on it. He promises to do so, and although the maiden never leaves her house to be with him, he saunters off (cracking his nuts!) joyfully after this exchange. 


This is a picture of proper behavior for a young lady: be flirtatious, demand propriety, and above all, don’t go off with him! Again, there is an implied judgment here, albeit a positive one. The tune is appropriate: a lively quickstep! 

(I should note that Reyzele is depicted as remaining in her “heyzele.” This word is the diminutive for house, but in every dictionary that I checked “heyzele” was defined as a brothel. This led me to wonder if it were not an ironic depiction of the classic “good hearted prostitute” letting the underage fellow down gently. But Yiddishist Barry Davis assured me that the author, Mordechai Gebirtig, had no such intent here). 


Schmendrick’s Kalle

I
n this lively, raucous song the eponymous Schmendrick is congratulated for taking a wife. But verse after verse ridicules the bride, her height and her appearance, and, implicitly, the foolishness of (the) Schmendrick in choosing her! The message: only a fool chooses a tall, ungainly woman as his bride! 

Sapozhkalekh 

This song – translated as “Little Boots” – was collected by Michael Alpert from a Ukrainian émigré, Branya Sakina, a woman who first sang him this folk song. Here the singer tells what she would do to be with her beloved: She would sell her little boots, ride in a rough wagon, sell scarves in railroad stations and clean the floors of strangers, among other things, just to be with her beloved. I suspect this song was written by a woman, because I doubt that a man would sing about doing these things. Before I learned this history, I thought the song was written by a man because it was sung by a male singer on the one CD I had of it – but this version only had the lines about selling the boots and riding in a rough wagon. It did not include the verses about selling scarves in the railroad station or washing the floors of strangers. I thought perhaps it was a mournful tune written by a man about his own distress, but now I believe it was written by a woman about HER own longing, and equally mournfully. In any event, the song, which is most likely NOT written by a man about a woman’s longing, is set to an appropriately sad slow and mournful waltz. 


Mekhuteneste Mayne 

In this wedding song, the mother of the bride sings to the mother of the groom. Each verse begins with a declaration that there should be enduring friendship between the mothers-in-law, but is followed with a hint of what life may be like for the girl sent away from her home to live under the control of her mother-in-law. No doubt this girl is quite young, probably in her teens, and will no longer enjoy the care and loving protection of her mother. She has probably never spent a night away from her mother’s house. We learn that her hair – her crowning glory – now hides beneath a wig. My surmise is that a) her hair has been shorn and b) the wig is nowhere near as attractive. She will live under the dominion of a new mother-in-law who will have the power to awaken her each morning, and who may not be pleased to be replaced in the affections of her son. Ill-treatment by this mother in law could cause this pretty girl to lose her good looks. All this young and inexperienced girl will have to protect her will be her own wit. My guess is that the male-dominated community is unlikely to side with the young bride in any event. This must be the most poignant moment of her young life, and certainly a sad and fearful one for her mother as well, who probably remembers her own experiences as a young bride. Yet all this mother can offer are her petitions to her daughter’s new mistress, and thinly veiled threats that her young daughter – sent away in a wig as a daughter-in-law – can take care of herself!


From the point of view of the mother and daughter, one would think a lament in more order given the theme of this song, yet it is set to a merry dancing tune – probably better reflecting the view of the girl’s father who now has one less mouth to feed. (And if this is last, his youngest, he can celebrate most of all in yet another song – Di Mizinke Oysgegebn – equally upbeat – not discussed here!)
 

Di Grine Kuzine
 

This song reflects the experience of a beautiful young woman who immigrates to America – the Goldene Medina – and who, after years of tedious work in a millinery shop, has lost her looks and probably her health as well. The speaker is her cousin who helped her find this job when she first arrived.


While many immigrants, male and female, were similarly worn down by their harsh lives in America, Yiddish songs involving men or laborers in general are, for the most part, more martial, resolute or defiant in their tone, while Grine Kuzine, despite it’s sad theme, is framed in lively, up-tempo music. 


Ikh Bin a Border Bei Mein Weib 
This pointedly funny vaudeville/theatre song has as its premise a man who has divorced his wife, and now looks for other living quarters. His wife persuades him to come back and live with her as a boarder with no obligation beyond paying rent. He finds this a perfect arrangement and notes that they now get along better too!

What a great male fantasy! Like a grown child at home, he enjoys a comfortable place to live, good meals, and no responsibility beyond the rent. He doesn’t even have to be jealous when the butcher delivers the meat! Only a man could have written this, and one, Rubin Doctor, did!


Jeckele Shik Mir a Chekele

Another vaudeville/theatre song, again, wickedly funny, presents a searing caricature of women. Written in an age when married women were discouraged from meaningful work outside the home, this song shows the wife – now at her summer colony rental while her husband toils in the hot city – urging him to send her money so she can play cards with the girls, all the while expressing her wish that he is well at home and reminding him how much she loves him! This song presents the male view of women (deprived of real power), resorting to guile and persuasion. 

Shtil di Nakht

Written in 1944 about the first act of sabotage by Jewish partisans in the Vilna ghetto, the singer – presumably a man – desribes how he taught the woman how to shoot, and how, with a single shot, she brings down an enemy munitions caravan. Here, the woman is heroic beyond a doubt, and a crack shot besides. And the grave music is appropriate to this text. But the framing of this song has the presumptively male singer describing this woman in almost kittenish terms (a young girl with a coat or cape, beret, and face like velvet) whom he instructs in marksmanship, and even her remarkable act on behalf of “our new, free generation” is described ironically as her “little victory.” 

All of these are wonderful songs – well-written and seductively singable examples of the songwriter’s art. All have a kernel of truth in them – however overstated or distorted – which only adds to their poignancy. Many hit on themes in ways that tickle the funny bone.

In a few cases, I do not know who wrote them, but I suspect that all were written by men. And in them I found recurrent subtexts including passing judgment upon women, minimizing their accomplishments, and finding in their misfortune an occasion for gaiety. 

This is admittedly a small sample from an enormous body of literature. And my general observations here are not in any way meant to suggest that there are no exceptions to the general themes set forth herein. 

Songs and Sources

This is the best information I have about the songs discussed here. Corrections are welcome! Where I only found one or two recordings I listed them.
Many of these can be heard by various singers in You Tube.


Margaritkelech. Zalman Shneour, in Eleanor Gordon Mlotek, Mir Trogn a Gezang (hereinafter MTAG), p. 40, and on many recordings. 

Reyzele, by Mordechai Gebirtig, MTAG p 48, and on many recordings.

Schmendrick’s Kalle, Joseph Kammen & Louis Gilford, Most Popular Jewish Songs for Voice and Piano, p 54, recorded by Mauro Wrona, The Best of Yiddish Vaudeville. 

Sapozhkalekh, traditional, found in Eleanor & Joseph Mlotek, Songs of Generations, p. 30, under the title “Little Boots,” and recorded in a somewhat abridged version by Mauro Wrona in The Best of Yiddish Vaudville.

Mekhuteneste Mayne, Beregowski & Feffer, modified by Bastonski, MTAG p. 58, and on many recordings.

Di Grine Kuzine, A. Schwartz & J. Leiserowitz, MTAG p. 142 and on many recordings.

Ikh Bin a Border Bei Mein Weib, Rubin Doctor, recorded by Paul Zim, A Yiddish Delight and Mauro Wrona, The Best of Yiddish Vaudeville, also fuller lyrics at http://www.library.upenn.edu/friends/freed/sampler/ikh.html You can listen to this song by clicking on the link to my Interaccess website. 

Jeckele, Shik Mir A Checkele, Yesha Kretzberg & Jacob Jacobs, Kammen Folio of Famous Jewish Songs, Volume 2, p 38, and recorded by Mauro Wrona, The Best of Yiddish Vaudeville. 

Shtil di Nakht, Hirsch Glik. In We Are Here, Songs of the Holocaust compiled by Eleanor Mlotek and Malke Gottlieb, recorded in We are Here, Songs of Remembrance, Hope and Celebration in the Jewish Tradition by Rosalie Gerut & Friends. 
© Joan D. Levin 2002


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Thanksgiving Memories:
A favorite Thanksgiving Song: 


O'er our fields, the frost is descended,
Labor is done, gone is the sun;
Safely stored, our harvest is ended,
All in a ring, dancing we sing.

She who leads is innocent pleasure,
Ending the year, gladly with cheer;
Joy and comfort, barns full of treasure,
Everywhere health, season's bright wealth.

Author unknown. 
If you know who wrote this, please let me know!

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A Favorite Thanksgiving Recipe:


Joan's Favorite Sweet Potato Tzimmes
Ingredients to Serve Twelve

I include this recipe because it is the first (and last) thing I ever wrote by myself using HTM
Plus it's Yummy!

--Eight large sweet potatos, peeled and cut in 1 inch slices
--One large (8 oz.) can undiluted frozen orange juice
--A teaspoon of Apple Pie Spice, or the equivalent in ground cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg, and cloves.
--About 8 carrots, sliced in fingers about 2" long
--One 8 oz. package each of dried prunes and dried apricots

How to Prepare
First, boil the sweet potato slices until slightly soft. Then mix the orange juice with the spices and about 1/2 cup of water, and stir well. Place a thin layer of orange juice mixture in baking dish. Layer sweet potato slices, carrot fingers, prunes and apricots until all are in the dish.

Bake at around 300-350 until well heated. This may also be prepared in a crock pot. Once cooked, it freezes well. 

This is not a "raw" dish but it is good, and it is the very first thing I ever programmed all by myself in the htm format around 1995.


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Words to Remember:
Time flies like an arrow;
Fruit fles like a banana!


That's All, Folks!


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