Stories tagged "Postwar": 190
Stories
From Bachelor to Family Man
"My mother, may she rest in peace, always told me I was a bum and I’d ask why I was a bum, and she’d say, 'Because you are 33 and you are not married.' I reunited with my father in 1961. He never came to this country. He stayed in…
Moving to Georgia
"I went to work for a textile company. The sales manager was a very nice man by the name of Frank Murphy, may he rest in peace. In those days I was known as Andy, I tried to become as Americanized as much as possible. My nickname in the NBA was…
New York University
"NYU in those days was a powerhouse; we were one of the strongest teams in the country. Before the NCAA it was the NITs (National Invitation Tournament). We won the NIT three years in a row. I am going to throw names at you that most of the time…
Jim Crow on the Road
"My roommate was arguably the best basketball player who ever played the game. His name was Wilt Chamberlain. Even though the team was owned by a Jewish man, our traveling secretary, shall I say, was not exactly a big fan of Jews or blacks. I…
Jumping Out of Airplanes
"I get my orders to report to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, to be with the Marine Corps. They don’t have their own medical personnel. So us as Navy corpsmen are stationed with the Marines and take care of them... I wound up with the…
The U.S. Navy
"Two weeks before I was ready to graduate high school, I got into serious trouble; I was taken before a judge and given two choices: enlist in the military or go to jail. Well, I didn’t know what the military was all about, but I had a pretty…
Teenage Years
"We had a very small apartment in the section of New York called Sunnyside in Queens. Where [my mother] worked, the textile company was in Manhattan, so she would leave the house at 7 or 7:15 in the morning, catch the subway which was a block…
Crossing the Atlantic
"On August 7, 1951, we boarded a very small former troop ship, which used to bring troops from the United States to Europe, the S.S. General Sturgis. When we boarded the ship, at eleven years old I was a pretty big kid, and they decided that I…
Crossing the Austrian Border
"We went to the Hungarian-Austrian border. Again there were people there to guide us. We crossed over and we were getting ready to board a bus to go into Vienna, and we were arrested by the Austrian police... We were with a group of other…
Displaced Persons Camp
"We left Vienna and went to Bremerhaven, Germany, where the ships sailed from. They only sailed once a week and we wound up in what was called a Displaced Persons Camp. It was an old German Army camp. I don’t know if they didn’t want us to…