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The Lipskys Meet the Salters 99
My Uncle Jack was one of three brothers and three sisters and worked in the same place for thirty-five years. He was the manager of a clothing factory. He loved baseball, and every so often he took me to a New York Yankees baseball game. At the time, it was the thrill of my life to be in Yankee Stadium.
As for my Uncle Louie, I remember him a little bit, but he was always on the run.
My Uncle Mike, on the Levine side, was also good to me. When I was about fourteen years old, I would take the subway to New York City on Saturdays and work at the uncles’ trimming store. I earned one dollar a day at Levine Brothers on Delancey Street by rolling linings. When I told Uncle Mike I was saving money for my school pin, which cost $1.35, he gave me the extra 35 cents. In those days, 35 cents meant a hell of a lot, but the fact that he gave it to me meant more.
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Me, in the late 1930s.
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I’m about 18 or 20 years old here, leaning on a Model A Ford, which I didn’t own.