Maitland Re-union 2005

 

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Appeal from Harold Cohen:

     There is a lot of material missing.  I want you all to start going through your old photo albums and send the pictures that you have of you at school at Maitland Primary, Maitland High and the Shul and Cheder.  Please send a little autobiography of your time spent growing up in Maitland, so that you will be remembered for posterity by your fellow Maitlanders, and you can also get in touch with old friends that way.

 

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Elka Arelisky           Harold Cohen            Esta Dekel

Norman Klein       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Elka Arelisky (was Back)

Maitland was made up of the Shul, Chedar, Bnei Akiva, Grand Bioscope, Charity evenings, annual school concerts, bop party at the Talmud Torah hall every summer.

 

We lived at 7 Langham Road and our neighbours were the Langs, with their big coal trucks, Taviansky, Dr. Zieff and the Jacobsons on the corner of Station Road.  My parents had a store on the Main Road called “Back's Rejects Outfitters” - today it would be called a Factory Shop.

 

Maitland Public School with Mr. Ross the Principal, Mr. Meintjies the (Deputy) and the one we were all scared of, Mr. Engelbrecht.  I'm sure we all had Tickey (Mrs. Trainer) (Std. 5) and the Std 4 teacher Doreen Mathews (Miss Lines) for those who are a little older than me who wasn't shy to throw the blackboard duster if you were not listening.

 

Then there was the annual school concert at the Maitland Town Hall and what an event that was.

 

Every age group had a 'crowd' to hang around with.  It was a community of togetherness, the chedar, Shul and charity evenings.

 

There was of course the notorious chedar which we all had to attend and where we got into lots of trouble, we used to wear shorts and were thrown out of class....that's the way we planned it and it worked. 

 

Then the annual Bnoth Zion Bazaar where everybody helped pack for the sweet stall.  We always congregated at Katie Zagnoiev's home where we used to pack the homemade fudge and coconut ice, and then off to the City Hall where we watched our parents decorate the stall in blue and white and win prizes for the best stall.

 

Yomtov with all the furs and finery and the kids playing five stones and goosey goosey gander on the steps outside.  Simchas Torah when all the engaged couples of that year were given huge box of chocolates handed to them by the then younger generation and slabs of Cadbury's dished out to the rest of the congregation and all wanting seconds as this one was sick, that one was away, etc., etc.

 

Of course Adams Fruiters....how could anyone forget.  The Grand Bioscope, 7 pence and a ticky for Messaris chips and sweets.  And don't forget the disease pond, the nickname for the swimming pool in which we had to attend with our class for swimming lessons...I still can't swim.

 

Springbok Bazaars, Herman the Barber with the red and white pole, Meltz Grocery Store, Pinky the Butcher, the Glue Factory, free unroasted peanuts, Koeberg Fisheries, Barrons Chemist, we shopped a lot in Maitland.  The Handy House, Cuthbert Shoes.

 

I enjoyed my childhood in Maitland and would not have had it any other way.

 

I'm still in Maitland everyday as our business is there and sometimes I drive through the streets on a nostalgic trip.

 

 

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Harold Cohen

My name is Harold Cohen.  I was born in 1936 and my first place of residence was 5th Avenue.  Not 5th Avenue New York, but 5th Avenue Kensington, where there were several Jewish families that I grew up with.  There were the Ostrins, Peltzs, Rosenblooms, Shumans, Mendelsons, Elkins and Karks.  I may have left out a few names as it was a long time ago.  Most of the families who stayed in Kensington had the houses next to their businesses.

 

I was very happy in Kensington, and grew up there during the war years.  After the war, when the Nationalist Government got elected, the Group Areas Act was introduced, and Kensington became a colored area, and all the whites had to move out.  The Jewish families who lived in Kensington were very poor, having arrived in this country with just their clothes on their backs.  With a bit of help from Jewish wholesalers like M. Bloch & Son, Sacks Futeran, Blumnerg and Kleinman, and by dint of hard work, they scrimped and saved to give their children education and improve their living conditions.  We never had a car, and my first school was the Convent in Coronation Road, where I went to pre-school.  My dad used to take me on his bicycle to school, as we could not afford a car.  The natural progression out of Kensington was to move to Maitland, where my dad bought a house (I think) for ₤200, and we moved into 32 Spencer Street when I was about ten years old. 

 

It was actually sad what apartheid did to the friends and families that I grew up with, as we lived very naturally amongst the colored people.  There was absolutely no racial tension whatsoever.  After 1948, the coloreds were made aware that they were different and so that division was created. 

 

My parents never ever came to watch me play sport, as they were always working.  I was lucky in that my father loved the outdoors, and in my youth, I spent many happy hours on Table Mountain, and camping around the country.  We never had a car, and our means of transport was either the bicycle, or bus or train.  In summer, we used to schlep to Muizenberg, taking the train via Salt River Junction.

 

My first school in Maitland was the convent in Coronation Road, which was a pre-school.  I was almost a good Roman Catholic.  Then I went to Maitland Primary - I am sure you remember the Principal, Mr. Ross - and then Maitland High, where the principal was Mr. Wahl. 

 

The curse of my youth was going to Cheder.  This interfered with my sporting activities in the afternoon, and I could not wait for my Barmitzvah, which allowed me to quit Cheder.  The Cheder was a wonderful building, as besides having two class rooms, it also had a nice size hall which we was used for youth activities, like Bnei Zion and Habonim.  We used to have the most wonderful social events in the hall with teenagers coming from all over the peninsula to participate in our dance evenings.

 

Now I come to the Maitland boys.  One of the peculiarities of Maitland was the number of boys in proportion to the girls.  There always seemed to be a mob of us boys and we used to do everything together.  Whether it was playing cricket in Jeff Margolis’s back yard, or at the Bub oval in front of the school, or soccer on the school fields.  There was always a crowd of us.  We used to go to camp together and eventually we went to parties together.  For some reason we never got invited to parties but that never deterred us.

 

I don’t know if you ever remembered the south easter - how it used to blow the smell of the abattoirs through Maitland.  My favorite story is the one with the late Harold Taviansky who came to me in order that I could teach him how to ride a bicycle.  There was a raging south easter and I got him up and pushed him away.  The wind got hold of him and off he went wobbling down the road.  The only problem was Spencer Street came to a dead end on Royal Road, and we shouted “Turn!”, except he could not turn and he ran straight into the fence.  Fortunately he was not hurt.

 

What do you have to do to qualify as a Maitland Boy?

    you had to be born in Maitland

    you had to go to Maitland Primary School

    you had to go to Maitland High School

    you had to go to the Cheder in Maitland

    you had to belong to Bnei Zion

    you had to be able to play soccer, cricket and handball

 

Who remembers the chairs in the Cheder, which the teachers used to break and hit us with?

Who remembers our Madrich at Bnei Zion, Sydney Braude, whom we worshipped?

Who remembers getting expelled from Bnei Zion (cant remember why)?

Who remembers chasing away the substitute Madrich from Maitland?

Who remembers standing on the Bimah in Shul on Simchat Torah with the flag sticks, and hitting the kids doing the Hakafot?

Who remembers the school concerts at the Maitland Town Hall, with the Levitt twins singing and doing their tap dancing routines?

 

Those were the days.

 

 

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Esta Dekel (was Back)

First I would like to say Hi to everyone who is attending this reunion.  I really would have loved to been with u all to share this memorable evening, but unfortunately even though I am not there I will be thinking of all the old Maitlanders remembering the past (that is if they can after so many years), and all my old acquaintances from the good ole days.  Maitland then was really a very close knit community.

 

Well here goes of what I can remember being so many years ago.  I'm sure I have missed out many people, so please don't be offended, and can't seem to remember everything.

 

I am Esta (changed the spelling from Esther), Dekel, before known as Esther Back of Maitland.

 

I am now living in Israel and have been for the past 35 going on 36 years.  My English is really not that good anymore, as I now think in Hebrew.  I met my husband Shlomo in Cape Town in 1969.  He was one of the guys on the Israeli Ships that used to visit South Africa in those days.  I left for Israel that same year and we got married here in Haifa in 1970.  Our son Ronen was born in 1974.  He now lives in Canada and last year got married.  Soon we are going to be Saba and Safta.

 

I remember the good old days when I used to go to Heder which I hated, but was forced to go by my late father.  The late Mr Smulansky and I were never on par, and he always used to shout at me as I used to fall asleep in the class.  What with going to school, having to do homework and then to Heder.  Now when I think of it, I should have been more attentitive.  I started my days at the Maitland Primary School, I never liked going to school, what with all the homework etc.  But it was good fun especially when we used to watch the boys from the Maitland High School playing rugby and amongst us girls (even at that young age) trying to figure out which one we liked.

 

Batya Ozinsky, formely Bessie Berger, and I have been friends since school days.  We used to go together to Good Hope Seminary (which we used to call Good Hope Cemetery), a nickname which has stuck with the 2 of us for many years.  I also remember the days, how I used to rush in the morning, through the Maitland Park to catch the train, going under the subway trying to figure on which platform the train would be arriving from Belville.  Bessie always used to look out for me, but I for most of the time always missed the train.  I was always so scared at that time to go down the subway, it was dank and dark.  Then had to catch a bus to School, always getting into trouble for being late.

 

Bessie used to come to Maitland often to visit me, when we used to have the Dances and I was always the wallflower sitting waiting and hoping that someone would come and ask me to dance.  All the guys that I fancied would look me over and just walk past.  Boy have they missed out now.  Does anyone remember the days when we celebrated Yom Ha'atzmaut at the Goodwood Showgrounds.  Someone shoved a "doekie" on my head to make me look like a Russian woman, being the "'fatty" that I was, it sure fitted me to be like one.  Isaac Karpas whom we used to know as "Sakkie" married now to my cousin Yvonne Horowitz, the 3 of us used to attend Young Israel, I was in all of them, Habonim, Benei Akiva, u name it, I was there.  Always shy, but trying to come out of my shell.

 

Since living in Israel, I have completely forgotten how to speak Afrikaans, but somehow or other still remember small sayings.  Gosh how time has flown by.  If anyone at the re-union remembers me, it would be nice to hear from them.  My e-mail address is homes@barak-online.net.

 

Also remember going to Shul during the Holidays and then going out to play "five stones" with the peach pips, this was the fun of going to shul.  My late father used to take me to Rabbi Efron to "Shoichet" the chickens, boy I hated that, but then when I came home used to sit with the "Shiksha" plucking out all the feathers, this I used to luv, how "yukky  is that.

 

I remember Lois Lazarus and Rachel Groll, Lois used to live around the corner from me and I used to go there often we used to play rummy with her and her late Mother.  Rachel Groll and I used to go 3 times a week to the Maitland Bioscope as there was really nothing else to do in those days, not having any TV and got tired of listening to the radio.  We used to look to see in the newspapers what movie was showing as they normally used to repeat the movies on Fridays to Saturdays.  Alec Maisel and I used to play tennis at the Maitland Tennis Club, don't even know if that club exists anymore, we also once went to play a game on Robben Island, and he got a little seasick.  I used to be into lots of sports.  But now, am an internet aholic, i.e. what I call myself.

 

Wishing everybody Hag Sameah for Hunnaka, and have an enjoyable evening and for the others, Happy New Year.

 

 

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Norman Klein

I only recently heard of this website so I am a little late in responding with my memories of Maitland.

 

I believe I was 6 or 7 years old when we left Cambridge Road for Milnerton, my late sister Miriam insisting that we had to move, possibly because of the proximity of the Panther Shoe Factory which was located in the same road.  On reflection, she possibly felt the need to have a better reception for the many boyfriends that paid court to her, for she was a truly beautiful girl.

 

My father and mother, Isaac and Sarah Klein, ran a dress shop on Voortrekker Road for as long as I can remember, next to Velve Margolis' fish shop and the corner cafe, where there was a poolroom in the basement.  You could find my father there many times during the week, unless he was at the Salt River market buying boxes of apples or peaches.  I think Laing had a butcher shop right next door to the Margolis' and then Barron's pharmacy.

 

So really, one had everything one needed - great stockfish and chips wrapped in newspaper with plenty of vinegar at Margolis' generous hand - if you got sick you could get something at Barron's, talk bull with the Buchinsky's, watch the women primping in my mother's shop, and read comics at that corner cafe.  It would have been a perfect life if not for Rev Efron's cheder where I spent as little time as possible to get that Barmitzvah we all felt was so necessary, looking for the elusive fountain pen.

 

Of course, taking the bus from Milnerton and walking down Coronation Street on a windy summer's day to Shul or cheder was never a cheerful prospect, except for the great kids who were there, and particularly the pretty girls, for which Maitland was well noted.  It was even worth enduring that short 2x4 that our gentle rabbi carried with him in the event we muffed our Chumash.

 

I find myself gazing at my son, Trevor, who just celebrated his Barmitzvah, and revel in his joyful leading of the Saturday morning service and his Hebraic eloquence, thanks to 10 years at the Hebrew Academy here in Virginia Beach.  Of course, now that he is a declared atheist and in public middle school, checking out the blonde beach girls of Virginia, I can relax knowing he has a warm Jewish foundation and eventually will find the right shikse of his choice.

 

Enough of the nostalgia of which there is much more, suffice to say not necessarily for public viewing, as those baby boomer cheder boys will no doubt wryly remember.  I have two wonderful daughters - Laura completing her graduate degree in Fine Arts (movie making - finally doing something Jewish) and Wendy, starting her architectural career in NYC.  It's enough to make one verklempt.

 

In case someone was wondering, all from one beautiful Newlands mother, Carol, who passed away 10 years ago, and as someone in Milnerton once said, was worth 10 of me.  I more than agreed with him.

 

Any more to this story will have to wait for the movie.

 

I wish you all well and I certainly miss those Sunday night poker games.

 

 

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