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MALE MATTERS<br />
By Elliot Goldenberg<br />
A Dilgard “merry” Christmas<br />
The most wonderful time of the year<br />
I<br />
grew up in Queens, New York, as a<br />
Jewish kid who got gifts for Hanukkah,<br />
and, every Christmas, would<br />
cross the street to exchange presents<br />
with one of my best friends, Bobby<br />
Dilgard, whose family was Lutheran. As<br />
Andy Williams used to sing, it was the<br />
“most wonderful time of the year.”<br />
My other good friend on the block was<br />
Marvin Waldman, also Jewish, who<br />
lived with his two older sisters, Rita<br />
and Shirley, his dog, Wagsy, and his<br />
parents, Leo and Dorothy. Leo, as a<br />
young boy, survived the pogroms in<br />
czarist Russia.<br />
My next-door neighbors were<br />
Rudy Weiss – a Holocaust survivor<br />
– and his wife, Mildred,<br />
who worked for a publishing<br />
company. During<br />
Christmas (or Hanukkah),<br />
Mildred would bring me<br />
a beautiful coffee table<br />
book, usually about<br />
mammals, birds, or<br />
reptiles. Most of the<br />
books were written<br />
by Ivan Sanderson,<br />
who was actually<br />
more famous for<br />
his controversial<br />
views on<br />
UFOs.<br />
Marvin,<br />
who<br />
was<br />
also<br />
As for me,<br />
I loved almost<br />
everything<br />
about my<br />
childhood,<br />
but nothing<br />
more than<br />
Christmas.<br />
friends with Bobby, enjoyed Christmas<br />
as much as I did. Marvin and I saw no<br />
distinction between being Christian or<br />
Jewish during the holidays and both<br />
of us used to make a pilgrimage to the<br />
Dilgards’ home every Christmas morning<br />
like two little Greeks bearing gifts.<br />
Indeed, the neighborhood I grew up in<br />
was a real melting pot – not of white and<br />
black, but of Christian and Jew – and,<br />
for the most part, everyone got along.<br />
True, there were the occasional fights<br />
with kids from the Catholic school a few<br />
blocks away, so it wasn’t quite like Mayberry.<br />
As for black kids, there were only<br />
two in my neighborhood back then – the<br />
Reed twins. If there were others, I never<br />
saw them.<br />
However, there were still the hoods, or<br />
“rocks,” as they were often called. They<br />
were mostly Italian, and some were<br />
tough, like the “Fonz,” while others<br />
only thought they were tough. Many of<br />
them wound up in jail, were victims of<br />
shootouts with the police, or became<br />
the police.<br />
My old address was 76-63 174 th Street,<br />
Flushing, New York, although my house<br />
wasn’t anywhere near Flushing. Actually,<br />
my family lived in Jamaica Estates<br />
North, with Fresh Meadows on one side,<br />
and, if you crossed Union Turnpike –<br />
which wasn’t really a turnpike – Jamaica<br />
Estates on the other. Just across the<br />
“turnpike” was the sprawling campus of<br />
St. John’s University – at least it looked<br />
sprawling to a little kid, just like my<br />
house looked a lot bigger to me than it<br />
really was.<br />
Truth be told, people in Jamaica<br />
Estates, by and large, did have bigger<br />
homes, and more money, but<br />
they weren’t snooty, at least I don’t<br />
remember them to be that way. What<br />
I do remember is that there seemed to<br />
be lots of doctors living in the Estates<br />
and a higher percentage of Jews than<br />
Christians. One Christian kid who grew<br />
up there was little Donnie Trump, today<br />
known as Donald.<br />
As for me, I loved almost everything<br />
about my childhood, but nothing more<br />
than Christmas. That’s why I cringe<br />
when, due mainly I think to political correctness,<br />
I hear advertisements in which<br />
instead of “Merry Christmas,” we see or<br />
hear “happy holidays.” Well, Christmas<br />
is part of the fabric of America and it belongs<br />
to all of us – even if we’re Jewish –<br />
and its message of goodwill toward men<br />
needs to be celebrated by all of us.<br />
My parents thought the same way. Not<br />
surprisingly, they used to drive me and<br />
my sister all around the neighborhood<br />
in the nights leading up to Christmas to<br />
look at the beautiful Christmas lights.<br />
Never once did I feel like an outsider<br />
because we didn’t have our own lights,<br />
or Christmas tree.<br />
After all, as Adam Sandler says in that<br />
song, we still have Hanukkah. P<br />
56<br />
DECEMBER 2015