During a family gathering, eighty-two year old Norman Cohen becomes incensed. A causal remark about his father releases long repressed memories. For the first time Norman realizes the extent of his parents€™ lengthy mistreatment of himself, their oldest son. He slips into depression. To salve his anguish and eventually find redemption, he crafts with brutal honesty a memoir that his son edits. The end product is a kaleidoscope of family history reaching back to the nineteenth century immigrants who settle in a small Pennsylvania town in the low-end neighborhood of Chicken Hill. Three generations of Jewish life are vividly portrayed in this gripping narrative. Led by the family patriarch, the first generation of greenhorn immigrants launch new lives in a strange English-speaking Christian world devoid of Jewish institutions and so unlike that of the Galician shtetl. The second generation is generally successful in both business and professions with the exception of the eldes
Very touching story of a father, toward the end of his life, finally sharing his life memories with his son, who then wrote this memoir. My cousin recommended I read this book of our hometown, and I was delighted to see my father (the same age as the author’s father) mentioned once and my grandfather also mentioned. There were lots of other names and places that I enjoyed recognizing as I continued the story. The negative for me was the incredibly positive light of the main character, especially as contrasted with his miserably unhappy and nasty mother, and his inept father who stole from him throughout their lives. In any event, thanks for bringing the early days of my hometown to light.
Really liked this book. I'm from Pottstown and my father was the son of Jewish immigrants there. I knew some of the names mentioned, and some were my cousins! I learned some things about my home town and the Jewish culture and history particular to it. I'm curious to know how people not from Pottstown, or not Jewish relate to the book. I think it would be interesting to anyone.
I took care of Mr. Cohen's horses for a time back in the 70's and also shopped at Royal Shoe Store. I still have a pair of shoes that I bought shortly before the store closed. Thank you for sharing his story.
If you are interested in the real-life tales of Jewish people who lived on Chicken Hill in Pottstown, PA—especially after reading James McBride’s The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store—this book is for you.