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THE BIG THREE AND THE ONCE FAMOUS IDISHES PERFUMERIES

I'm not very fond of copying articles circulating the Internet and less when not on its author but in this case, the story sent me my old friend Norberto Kleiman deserves to be hung on this page that shortly after I found trace their origin in http://elcuerpodecristo.com/article/72 . More than a fellow of the community surely remember the neighborhood of eleven in the forties and who is not these three great classics of Kosher as well described by Jorge Schussheim.


age will not know you, but when I was a kid, back in the '40s (1940, not 1840) and among Jews, someone said "NEMIROWSKY, BRUSELOWSKY, SZMEDRA" between Jews that was instantly understood talking about the corner of Pasteur and Corrientes, or that one was thinking of Junin between Lavalle and Corrientes, or who had just returned from Uriburu between Lavalle and Tucumán, where he worked directions the three great and famous perfume ídishes: As a woman descended from the store owners Corrientes and Pasteur, whose surname was Nemirowsky, I should not refer to this store as Nemirowsky, but as Corrientes and Pasteur, as it actually Nemirowsky tended the store was not the real Nemirowsky and detail that it has greatly affected. (This is another example of the indomitable spirit that encourages Jews). With regard to this designation, we notice that if anyone says that they were the three largest and most famous perfume ídishes of Eleven, but storage classic Jewish community, please could not crean.Almacenes Apparently if they are visible from outside. Because it was when you walked ...: the first concentrated flavors, depending on whether you entered Nemirowsky to Bruselowsky or Szmedra - were also in that order - that of Ulik and schmaltz , Herings, the sour the cucumbers and the fresh leberwurscht. Immediately followed the kimmel broit of Goldstein, that of smoked mullet and caliente.En pastrom of the three perfumes, also smelled wonderfully acidic and sauerkraut stored in wooden barrels, a white cheese with scallions and paprika, to smétene fresh, a juicy duck sausage (I never knew why it was called duck, and, of course, rule out any possibility that develop with duck. Perhaps alluding to the client's condition), at the terrifying amounts of wurschtn garlic hanging from the ceiling and honey and knishes and béigalaj léicaj and matze and even sometimes fancied a lejanísimos aromas legitimate imprisoned in a bottle of Russian caviar or in round tins smoked Baltic sprätn. Oh, these perfume of my childhood! "And the perfumers, or the owners? First, Nemirowsky, or Mr. Pasteur and Corrientes. Nemirowsky - Pasteur and was like Valenti currents of the time: People queue for hours to buy exquisiteces.Ver work was as fascinating as Nemirowsky see work at a snake charmer. When I asked a herring Bobe, he, with an apron full of, stains and buttoned sleeves around the wrist, put his hand, arm, and> of course, the sleeve in the depths of thick brine, a herring caught and is awaiting aprobación.Supongo showed that goes without saying that the aroma it gave off the famous perfumer was not exactly parisino.Nemirowsky always had two barrels of herrings. One common with weighing herring. The other oy, vey, the other!, With fat, greasy and sublime pesos.Súbitamente Ulik two, a Saturday morning and no one would have foretold nothing , Appeared a third black barrel with a small blackboard on which he had written a compelling phrase: "Herrings very special, $ 3c / u. Only two per person ".¡¿¡ Three dollars for a single herring!?!" My Bubbie Esther and I arrived in the middle of chaos. Customers skated in pools of brine, struggled to take two herring-regulatory and sporting a greedy grin on their faces, fled her breasts pressing them to devour in the privacy of their homes (this paragraph is pure schmaltz). My grandmother, seeing this tells perfumer Monsieur le: Give me three dollars a herring to try Mr Nemirowsky and type, I knew very well who was who in this universe called Once, and I will answer: "Those herring are for pure business, not for you Frau Schusshein .- Is not for me? And may I ask why? Because those are for pure business herring, herring salesman repeated .- And that means pure business? Nemirowsky nervous look in all directions, low voice and confesses: "Because I put that barrel herrings that are being ugly on the other barrels, frau Schusshein.Después was Bruselowsky.Bruselowsky was the most expensive and, therefore, the most fino.Un large wooden desk U-shaped fencing to Bruselowsky, Victor- his trusted employee - Mrs Bruselowsky and three huge bookshelves, filled to the rafters with cans, bottles, bags, packages, bottles and paquetitos.Allí you could buy herring and bread as in Goldstein's pastrom Nemirowsky and that got rid of so tender, but also and mainly, spices and products from around the mundo.Había Jalvo Greek, Polish vodka, Norwegian cod, Czech slivovitz, cherry Uruguayan Portuguese anchovies, sardines, Danish, and even well criollos.Pero matze iguerkes and more exotic the product was in it for Bruselowsky was not edible, but too dark, her skin was sallow Victor.Victor and black hair slicked back , which gave her the appearance of "Romanian?," Hungarian?, Turco, efcher? His appearance made him look like an experienced man with a past tormentoso.A Despite this curious appearance a Jew, Victor took care of everyone in a Castilian so perfect that even had a small provincial leave, a Castilian who only left when I had to add. Then mumbled rapidly in a dratzig finef ídish, ain a zvonzig, zibn a fiftzig ....- are eighteen sixties. Please pay in caja.Muchos years after having met and mindedness typical teenager, after a purchase and the corresponding amount in idish, encouraged me and I hit preguinté: Sorry, Victor, but you, How part of the world was born? - I looked as surprised and answered with the same ease with which sputtered the idish that came listening to old Bruselowsky from did not know how many years: - "Io? For in Lules in Tucumán ... Now understand what the face? And finally, Szmedra. But Szmedra of Junin, but the original legitimate Uriburu.Para Szmedra of me, Szmedra amounted to Sunday. Winter Sunday went to the Yankees, who were my uncles, Max and Guitcha false, Oleg and Múndek Lanka. Dad's friends from childhood and ghetto survivors, lived at the corner of Terrero and Galicia, and in the enclosed patio dining - living-kitchen - this house, Sunday afternoon tea became cena.A the five o'clock in the afternoon of Sunday, instead of mourn for Ignacio Sanchez Mejia, my father and I entered Szmedra in the arena. On the left, three cast iron tables with marble tops white. On the right, also a long white marble counter. While customers roared with impatience, Madame Szmedra leberwurst announced the departure of heat to the plaza. At that time he made his entrance Szmedra himself with a pot the size of a cow and began in a leberwurschtn ASAC long, misshapen and smoking, without hesitation cut each half with a diagonal cut that caused the surrender instantly leber ay offered me a slice, with the same gesture with which the matador delivers hot leberwuscht montera.Ese bitter was just one of the world's greatest delights. Even Debrecziner bunches of sausages, smoked and spicy, or the juicy slices of freshly baked pastrom my dad could also buy it frozen comparar.Esas afternoon in the Yankees, with a brass samovar filled with boiling water in the center the table and the essence of tea in your turkey up and around the samovar, plates and dishes of those wonderful sausages, bread basket filled with slices of fresh, warm broit kimmel and durito plétzalaj those tiny seeds with onions and poppy; sources Sweet-sour cucumbers, radishes, sliced \u200b\u200bwhite and cream cheese, smoked fish, and artenques spratn with onion cheesecake, homemade jams and freshly baked leicaj; those Sundays accounted for major ritual of the old friends schtetl, the kumzits ancestral.Pero for me, was the time of sacrifice and sanctified the promises fulfilled by the Big Three and the Once Famous Perfume Idishes. Jorge Schussheim

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When you remember how we spent that afternoon after school, between the cup Toddy, French bread spread with lard and sugar, the duties and the path to play, has the feeling of having lived on another planet. This generation
scanned objects that other technologically naive and craft their own games because the bearing, the balls, yo-yo, the range and measure the ball and figurines, cut his teeth on the sidewalk in the neighborhood and not sitting compartmentalized in an Internet. During the year there
season for each game so that at times dominated the ball bearing decorated with abundant studs, balls that rolled into the small hole in the ground with a blow it cleaned and passed the palm of your hand to remove any debris around as if it were a bocce court or cardboard figures with the faces of artists, soccer players and racing champions.

The only game that season was not was the ball. Any opportunity was good to build a team, forming mounds with bricks, cans or what we had on hand to make the mouth bow and prepare to play a dive in the pasture.

Everything was more environmentally friendly as we would say today including a wall, that wall piece of fine revoked preferably make an angle to the sidewalk fair play to the figures that came from five small separate paper envelopes the album to collect them. The form was stamped in circular, oval and rectangular but some recall the metal also known as "badges."
The prize for whoever managed to fill the album was almost always a bicycle or a pair of skates but to maintain a rate of sales the manufacturer failed to include certain players in the collection or he had done so much so that in the rush to get " the difficult ones ", those that allow complete the album, we were forced to buy more or get them playing.
was an almost sensual pleasure to manipulate the figures stack to count and know how was our capital, causing them to slide with the thumb of one hand to the palm of the other standing out clearly the news of the worn by the constant bustle of a player to another.
And the challenge was how to play poker, we hoped to make more figurines often risking the few that we had and with the addition of us with those difficult opponent in the end we had that long without choice but to his misfortune.
The "tapadita" was a way to play but usually had to have more figures that playing "rolled her." The first was a simple game, just had to support the figurine on the wall at one meter from the ground, release and as the floor was filled with them were more likely than a fall on another covering it partially or completely, a condition of winning the game and take all. The Fall often depended on a gentle breeze crossing the playing area with which the player took precautions to move the launch point to the right or left trying a tapadita accurate.
The other game mode was to be at a distance from the wall between the players agreed that they could be more than two as opposed to "tapadita" and each in turn launched his figurine. The leaning was getting closer to the wall was the priority pick it up and whizzed up and down, which left the image up (face), went to be owned and those that were down (dry) were collected by the next player who did the same. Time to wallow depended on the order in which the figures were approximate to the wall. But if any of the players to start the game was a "mirror", ie getting stay figurine standing on the sidewalk and leaning against the wall, was the priority of Revol.
simple, naive and exciting to spend the evening with no joystick or gamepad.

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PLAY TO THOSE OLD FIGURINES "Piojera" everyday history

By Julio di Risio

One afternoon in 1947, I lived with an aunt in the neighborhood of Almagro and taking advantage of the sunshine of April, I went for a walk along Avenida Rivadavia to a film that was close Plaza Once, the cinema and then old Harmony, one of the many "Piojera" as they called these small rooms old, dirty, torn, musty, pee and with a screen that was not white and was perforated over with rocks.
Of course, my aunt was forbidden to go to those movies (he was an illegal departure), but the entry cost very little and gave up four films in one program. Suffice it to say that I frequented quite this kind of room, or I must have seen over 100 films in this exciting "state of secrecy." That afternoon
Easter movie was no surprise, as was "The Passion" as we used to call the film version of "Life Passion and Death of Our Lord Jesus Christ, who spent every year to that date. It was an old silent version with intertitles [1] to which they had to music with religious themes from the beginning to the end. Some time later I found out it was a version by Ferdinand Zecca in the late 10 and was another of the director and the same time contained in a yellowing poster of the movie hall "The victims of alcoholism ', but I do not let in by a minor.
The audience was this afternoon at the Harmony was not more educated or more serious than usual, so seeing the rapid movement of Jesus carrying the Cross, which was due to his early film at 16 frames per second [2] , the public, if you could call it that, was killed laughter.
But this afternoon something happened that marked an important change in me, the shadow of a bird hovering over the images irreverent Stations of the Cross led me look into the projection light and find the poor animal that Pullman had the big boys released into the room and that is crazy looking for an exit between light and shadow. The bird managed to escape but I stood mesmerized watching the changing light cone density and shrank to the back of the room into a point within a small window. There was an unknown, magical, that caught me as much or more than the images on the screen.
There was a time when I could not concentrate on the plot of the movie, I distracted the moving light that flowed from that mysterious window up there in the dark, at the end of the room.

1 - Titles of transition that were used in silent films to maintain continuity (synthesized) from the talks. Temporal continuity: "A few months later," was also covered with intertitles. 2 In

the early silent films was normal cadence of 16 frames per second. With the advent of sound, had to change the speed to 24 frames per second, this cadence normally reproduces the human voice. If a film is projected at 16 CXS shot in a sound projector (24 CXS), the images will be accelerated. Consequently, the normal rhythm can only be obtained by projecting the film at the same speed with which it was filmed.