Our stunned neighbor wiped his blinking eyes as he listened to our mumbled words, which Father made us repeat when they were inaudible. The sidewalk here and there was almost lost in weeds and the ditches, in places, were brightened by clumps of orange day lilies. Obviously the Duvitches were important in Father's eyes, shown by the rigorous sentence he had imposed on Tom and me for our misuse of them. He tells of some of the persecution the Jewish families endured in the neighborhood, and he and his friends at school. Probably from the Yiddish beyz (which means "bad" more or less), if I were to guess. What it is is a story of poverty, abuse, and a time and place where religious divisions took place. Tom and I began to bake in the heat waves that shimmered over the pond and we were steamed in the scalding vapory mist. After school they headed straight for home, never lingering on the playground. Overjoyed to have neighbors in his house, he was so full of himself that I was conscious of an invisible stature in him which made him seem quite as tall as Father. We walked through the crowd of visitors on the lake shore, climbed into the car and silently drove to the Duvitch cottage. The Family from One End Street is a realistic English children's novel, written and illustrated by Eve Garnett and published by Frederick Muller in 1937. Mr. Duvitch was a little fellow, a lean starveling of a man with watery blue eyes and a kicked-about look. I have never heard/seen/read Bates used as a derogatory term used by Jews to describe Christians. His memories of living in a neighborhood where the Christians live on one side of the street, and the Jews on the other, truly touched my heart. There was something Biblical in the man's gesture. March 20th 2007 The Family from One End Street was originally published by Frederick Muller in 1937, followed by The Further Adventures of the Family from One End Street in 1956, and Holiday at Dew Drop Inn in 1962. I'd rather be unconscious.". I'm very glad I've bought my own copy, its a re-read for sure. Father threw himself on the blanket, furiously smoking a cigar. It made me contemplate my own actions and thoughts towards others who seem different from me on the outside and led me to ponder whether I am treating them with the respect and love all members of the human family have a right to. He tells his life story as a Jewish boy growing up in England in the early 1900's when the Jews lived on one side of the street and the "Christians" on the other (the invisible wall). [When I watched more TV, I used to hate the homogenized versions of southern accents. But there was no hostility, no animosity toward us in the man and it was obvious also that he considered himself too humble to receive an apology, finding it, like most of life's troubles, a mockery to be endured without protest. One of the most amazing things about this book was that he wrote it in his late 90's (he died at the age of 101)and the details he remembers. Bernstein's point of view, as a young b. "I know the mosquitoes are biting," Father went on pleasantly, "but are the fish?". We use cookies and similar tools to enhance your shopping experience, to provide our services, understand how customers use our services so we can make improvements, and display ads. I guessed that Father was secretly proud of our fortitude and I realized, too, that all through the night he had suffered with us. Why read if you are afraid to learn or expand your mind? They had been fishing for several hours, casting from the shore, dropping their lines over the wooden bridge that spanned Cat Creek where it flowed into the pond and trolling for bass from a flat-bottomed rowboat. It made me contemplate my own actions and thoughts towards others who seem different. Now I'm 41 and am enjoying sharing this with my almost 6 year old. You'll find that out someday. A timeless classic that may be from a different era but it’s a book to cherish. Mrs. Frithjof Kinsella, the proprietor of the general store and a big jolly Viking who could be heard two blocks away, extended credit to almost everybody in town and had a way of insulting her customers so heartily that they all loved her for it. It was a time of innocence and trust but nowadays we deny our children freedom and protect our children because sadly that trust in other people and innocence has gone. The Jewish families lived on one side of the street, and the Christians on the other with an "invisible wall" between. I like to believe that the oil paintings of George Washington, Abraham Lincoln and Thomas Jefferson, which hung in our living room, helped to establish the Duvitches in our community. Harry has a hard life... Jewish and poor in England around WWI in a truly dysfunctional family. Yet his five year old self paints a story in such beautifully refreshing tones that the tragedies of want, fear, bitterness, and betrayal are tempered with the hopeful view of childhood. LoveReading View on Family From One End Street. All the Ruggles are lovable, interesting and very individual - from capable Lily Rose down to baby William. They were merry people who had suffered too much. The mosquitoes thinned, the fish continued to bite. His every word was listened to, every childish eye riveted on him while he spoke. I knew that if it took us all summer to catch them, we dared not set foot ashore without sixty-one fish. A truly classic book awarded the Carnegie Medal as the best children's book of 1937. Illustrated. They were so meek! We held a brief whispering conversation; and then, egged on by him and quite willing on my own, I played a shameful trick on the Duvitches, the memory of which will come back to the end of my days to plague me. "We will now restore to Mr. Duvitch his rightful property.". This memoir was started when Harry Bernstein was 93 and was published in 2007 when he was 96. He tells his life story as a Jewish boy growing up in England in the early 1900's w. I found out about this book through my mother-in-law who knew Harry Bernstein as they lived in the same community in Brick, NJ. Ultimately it is a story of family and the intangible ties that bind families together. Otherwise things aren't going to work properly, or at all.