tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502312000087595701.post4399653808117954586..comments2024-03-28T18:01:17.304-07:00Comments on Daytonian in Manhattan: The Edward Rubin House - 22 East 93rd StreetTom Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542224816886418433noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502312000087595701.post-13612265595248901802023-09-16T19:21:47.008-07:002023-09-16T19:21:47.008-07:00God my father was an ass before he died. Just saw ...God my father was an ass before he died. Just saw this. I repeated the story exactly word for word as he'd told it to me growing up . "In charge" wasn't literal, and I'm well aware he remarried the cousin (we called her "Granny.)" my point was her father had a strange way of helping his children cope with their mother's untimely death, and my grandmother being the eldest girl, bore the brunt of that. My jackass of a father was cruelly neglectful of his mother in her later years because amongst other things, he harbored resentment against her that she was not very warm and affectionate towards him. Well gee, her husband was away fighting WWII and he was a handful. He routinely played hooky to go see baseball games, and she had suffered a fair amount of loss in her life already. I'm sure she was anxious as hell. <br /><br />Debnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502312000087595701.post-50795638905388839902019-09-02T16:51:43.481-07:002019-09-02T16:51:43.481-07:00From Nancy Rubin to Jeff Fillman E mail me at ncar...From Nancy Rubin to Jeff Fillman E mail me at ncartocci1@gmail.com, and Edward Rubin our grandfather was indeed born in Poland that was Poland at the time and Russia sometimes, that part of Poland was never Germany, I have his citizenship paper in my possession! They all wanted to be from Germany, you are right about that; as the German Jews were considered higher class. My mothel, Ethel's fathervwas really born in Germany and looked down on my grandmother's family who were from Russia! I met your Deb when she was little once, I don't remember her. I did take great exception to the fact that my grandmother, Celia, WAS the nanny before she married our grandfather and she was already taking care of the kiddos! I really cared for your dad, my Uncle Jeff, even if he seemed gruff at times. And Auntie Miriam who "cleaned up.the streets of NY!" Please email me as I would love to know how you are doing and I have just started a friendship with Elizabeth Dobell, Andi's daughter, and have spoken with Prue Linder. This 93rd St house thing is so funny as it is bringing our family together. A Japanese lady is putting a show together about the American Silk Mills in West Virginia and I contributed what I knew but you might have things to add as well. Write to me! Nancyncartoccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00823296104757889208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502312000087595701.post-84276683702969600582019-09-02T09:23:39.713-07:002019-09-02T09:23:39.713-07:00Nancy-- 1. You are right (and Deb is wrong- as she...Nancy-- 1. You are right (and Deb is wrong- as she so often is) about what role my Grandpa had my mother Miriam play after his first wife died. She was "put in charge" of "the girls": i.e. Rita and the new-born Bertha. In the early years that meant relieving Grandpa of the need to deal with the nurse/governess directly re issues involving the girl children. But by the time they were teenagers (when my Mother was @ 20 yrs old) that meant she was in charge of them when he sent all 3 to tour around Europe (i.e., she had the letter of credit that was used to get money as they moved from city to city, and she was responsible for making sure they made all the train connections on time, etc.-- it turned her into the hypernervous woman that she was who constantly worried if I was getting into trouble, etc. when I was young and instead of coming home from school would go up to Madison Square Garden or Yankee Stadium, etc. instead of coming directly home.<br />2. There is an issue as to the country from which Grandpa originated. He always said it was Germany. Uncle Isadore (youngest brother) used to say he--Isadore-- came from Vienna --see the Wikipedia write up re Uncle Isidore. But some cousins (e.g., Danny Jacobson) says it was Poland. I've concluded it (a) was in fact Poland but Grandpa said Germany because being a German Jew was more high-class than being a Polish Jew, or it was one of those slivers of land that was disputed between Germany and Poland.<br />3. You are also mostly right about the story of his death. What I have always understood happened was that when he impatiently yelled down the dumbwaiter shaft to find out from "Edward" -- I think that was the butler's name (not the cook, the cook was a "she")-- where his paper was, the dumbwaiter (which had gone up a bit higher than the opening Grandpa had stuck his head in) came down fracturing his skull But he never fell down the shaft. He died some days later. I remember visiting him (I don't know whether it was at his home or in a hospital) and seeing him with his bandaged head, but I cannot remember anything else about that "visit". Of course most of the family "stories" that I know about date from the '40's, including some you may not want to know. You may know that your Father's mother lived 2 floors above my family at 1125 Park Ave, and after WWII Friday night dinner at her apt attended by me my Mother, father and sister and of the Rubin sons who were in town, became a sort of "custom"for a few years (at least until I was sent away to school at 14). I remember your Father (Uncle Edwin) and your mother --Ethel as I recall--as a teen-ager I thought she was gorgeous). Uncle Jeffreynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502312000087595701.post-4333519005501323112019-03-11T22:05:17.076-07:002019-03-11T22:05:17.076-07:00Sorry Deb, but your grandmother. Miriam was not pu...Sorry Deb, but your grandmother. Miriam was not put in charge of the family as Edward Rubin was remarried to my grandmother, nee Celia Cantor who was a 1st cousin of Celia Cohen and she was at the time helping in the house with the children. When the first Celia died, Ed Rubin married the 1st cousin as is done in some orthodox Jewish families and they had 1 son, my dad, Edwin Rubin! My grandmother brought up all the kids and mt father who was very much younger then the rest of them.My grandfather, Edward Rubin came to the USA in steerage from what was at the time Poland, not Russia, altho it is a part of the country that went back and forth many times, at the time he came here he was 15 years old and he was born in Poland. I have his naturalization papers and pictures of his tanning hides in a fur tannery at 15. He did bring over his other brothers and 1 sister Lena, from Poland. My grandfather did die from falling down the dumbwaiter but it was because he had a bad temper and his breakfast was not being brought up fast enough. He yelled at the cook to sent his breakfast ASAP and she pulled the dumbwaiter down an it clonked him on the head trying to bring it down to the kitchen. It came down and on its way down hit him.on the head and sent him down the shaft. He was KNOWN for his bad temper. There is lots mire to the family stories, a lot of which I know. Jeffery Fillman is my first cousin, if you ever want to talk e mail me at ncartocci1@gmail.com. If the author of the 92nd Street house wants to know more about our illustrious family and its secrets that is my email. You Deb are my 2nd cousin. Nancy Rubin Gregoryncartoccihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00823296104757889208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502312000087595701.post-63178957100730941252018-05-26T10:03:44.488-07:002018-05-26T10:03:44.488-07:00This is my Great Grandfather's house!!! My Gra...This is my Great Grandfather's house!!! My Grandmother was Miriam Fillman (b. Miriam Rubin, 1904). I have been researching my ancestry, and came across this story! My father used to tell the story of his grandfather's death -- particularly the last time he saw him, at the hospital, with bandages around his head. My Great Grandfather put my grandmother in charge when Celia died giving birth to Bertha (in this building). Miriam was only 7, and when she arrived home from school, she saw a black wagon out front and assumed it was the Tiffany's wagon come with gifts for the baby. It was not. It was the wagon for her mother. When she walked in, her father greeted her saying "Miriam, mother's dead, you're in charge." She became an adult that day emotionally -- the eldest girl, in charge of her younger siblings, with no comfort from her father. I think it forever changed her. Her whole life she was extremely anxious, to the point where it was a family joke. Someone gave her a pillow that said "Don't just sit there, worry!" She worried about everything -- especially sickness. I believe Harold was her favorite brother, and he died young, and that too devastated her. Nevertheless, I have so much respect for her because she snuck off to school and work against her father's wishes, and refused to marry his choices for her (all men he wanted in the business with him -- Rita married one of them, and later divorced him I believe). Instead, while Edward was away in Europe, she ELOPED with my grandfather -- a WWI veteran and only son of Russian Immigrants living in Brooklyn (Henry I. Fillman). Together they had a long happy life, and two children, one of whom was my father Jeffrey. My grandfather worshipped her, and carried her photo in his inside jacket pocket every day after she died. He would take it out and kiss it and weep. Every single day. Thank you for posting this!!! Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15250888608534343933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502312000087595701.post-70975474419376586602018-01-23T08:06:38.114-08:002018-01-23T08:06:38.114-08:00Fascinating and very in-depth. Thank youFascinating and very in-depth. Thank youBen Plonihttp://www.shotgunseo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502312000087595701.post-69558413927175900852018-01-20T02:06:29.884-08:002018-01-20T02:06:29.884-08:00Thanks. I hope I am preserving back stories and s...Thanks. I hope I am preserving back stories and social histories that may otherwise be lost.Tom Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13542224816886418433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502312000087595701.post-33711768878686703082018-01-19T21:17:52.850-08:002018-01-19T21:17:52.850-08:00Your commitment and the depth of your investigatio...Your commitment and the depth of your investigations is a real gift to anyone interested in the history of New York and of American architecture and society. Thank you!Matthew Priesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07570892214615668135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502312000087595701.post-28019506180642043212018-01-19T04:35:44.085-08:002018-01-19T04:35:44.085-08:00I love these stories of New York and hate passing ...I love these stories of New York and hate passing them by because I have to get on with my own book. But from now on I will read them all again. Your research is prodigious. You helped me with the Lonergen/Burton affair. And I have your book. Best wishes. Maureen EmersonMaureen Emersonhttp://www.rivieradreaming.co.uknoreply@blogger.com