Grandpa always loved fruit………
My maternal grandfather was born in Poland in September 1907. He, and his extended family emigrated to America while he was still an infant, traveling third class on one of the numerous transatlantic ships of the day, and entered through Ellis Island, typical of the turn-of-the-century experience of so many of our immigrant grandparents.
They settled in the Lower East side of Manhattan, crammed together in a cold-water tenement, speaking Polish and Yiddish, eking out an existence, always striving to achieve the American Dream.
Listening to Grandpa tell stories of his childhood, especially of the Great Depression, when I was a child myself growing up in a suburban, comfortable lifestyle, it was easy to picture, but impossible to relate to. Everything we now take for granted was either a daily struggle for survival, or an incredible luxury to Grandpa, like eating a piece of fresh fruit.
He learned our language, and educated himself, both on the streets of New York City, and putting himself through school, learning how to not only survive, but thrive in his new homeland. He had a skill and respect for the power of numbers, and taught himself the in’s and out’s of the financial markets, keeping huge ledgers tracking the imaginary money he mentally invested in stocks and bonds. When later in life he had the means to actually invest real dollars, he did well. Very well.
His love of learning led him into publishing, and starting at the very bottom in a publishing house, he worked he way to the very top. When I was born in September 1966, he was the President of the company, producing encyclopedias distributed around the world, and spent the rest of his career sitting at the top of the mountain he had conquered through hard work, focus, and determination. A true American success story, a survivor, and an inspiration to me, even though I didn’t realize it at the time.
Grandpa passed away in 1990, I was in my mid 20’s, and his death hit me hard. It was my first really personal experience with the loss of a close relative. I was lucky to have had him for so long, and to have learned so much from him.
One of the many skills he passed along was how to use a pocket knife. They weren’t the fancy machined locking folders we are all used to, and demanded a level of respect and attention during use. I learned that the hard way a few times and still have the scars, but I think it is fair to say that my skills with a knife have taken me pretty far in my own life.
Grandpa’s favorite month was September, not because it was his birthday, or mine, but for the fact that in NY September was apple picking time. He really loved apples, and we would sometimes sit and peel them, our trusty knives carving long strips of peel, a challenge to see who could get the longest continuous piece from an apple.
So, after a rather lengthy introduction (thanks for reading) here is the contest, posted here because the Survival Forum is most the most fitting place for it, and in honor and memory of Grandpa……..
Three bronze level memberships will be available to win.
Non-team members who have posted at least once in the SF prior to today are eligible.
Team members are also eligible, and if you win, can either elect to renew for another year, or pick any other non-team member to pass it along to.
The challenge is to use any knife, other than a dedicated kitchen utensil, to peel an apple, creating the longest possible continuous strand of peel.
You must take a picture of the unbroken peel to post, but once you have your picture, you may separate it into sections for proper measuring.
The three longest peels will win.
This is the Survival Forum, so the measurement is on the honor system. Also, your unpeeled apple should not measure more than 12” in circumference, again, on the honor system.
Contest runs for two weeks, until the end of the month. Winners will be posted on October 1st.
Good luck people, make Grandpa proud.
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