Thumbnail sketches – 1950: a ‘shiksa’ in the family!*

Much of consequence happened in 1950…On the ‘world stage’ the Empire started breaking up (30% of the globe) including India, Pakistan and Rhodesia. Great strides were made in communication and medicine. The first Credit Card was introduced, and more importantly: the first organ transplant carried out. South Korea attacked North Korea; China moved into Tibet (didn’t anyone want to play in their own back yards any more?!).

More relevant to me – being a typical, selfish teenager – the West End of London was more alluring: bright lights, theatrical shows and dance halls beckoned (welcome after the war blackout ) and FOOD, although still rationed, was more plentiful and varied, and boy did I enjoy eating it!

When Spring arrived (my favourite season: rebirth and all that), our garden was golden with daffodils, narcissi and forsythia in bloom. I visited the Café de Paris in London (a first with a friend), and who should I see striding towards me but Eric! Surprised and elevated, I felt his firm hand under my elbow as he led me to a table. “I’m not letting you escape this time!” he said; I had no intention of doing so.

During that year, we strolled along the Embankment (stopping to ‘smooch’ now and then in the nearby gardens); explored Petticoat Lane, eating bagels stuffed with cream cheese and smoked salmon (oh the luxury); and nearly expired with ecstasy consuming salt beef sandwiches in a small café. (Having to eat mainly Spam, ropey sausages, ‘awful offal’ and only one shilling and two pence-worth of meat a week for years, you can understand why!) The café was opposite ‘The Windmill’ theatre: “we never close!” It was amusing watching from our stools men sidling into the Windmill; Within, ‘semi-nude-women’ stood around like statues, and were not – by law – allowed to move. We window-shopped, for once earlier near empty, damaged (or absent!) windows displayed more ‘goodies’. Life was rosier after the utilitarian years! Excitement mounted at sight of the fashions: full, rustling skirts with generous petticoats, pretty peplumed tops and dresses (many made their clothes out of old curtains in the war.) Yep, it was a time for celebration.

Apart from ‘cuttin’ a rug’ in the Lyceum, Hammersmith Palace, The 100 Club, etc., we went to the cartoon theatre, and the ‘pictures’, frequented ‘Musical Coffee! Cafés’ (new, American and desirable) and visited each other’s homes. My mother also fell for Eric’s charms – as I guessed she might – and decades later, after she died – he said: “Meeting your Mum clinched it for me you know. I thought if you grow old to be like her, I’ll be more than happy.” That really choked me up. My father’s reaction to my new beau was more muted but they got along well enough, and my three brothers eyed him with suspicion until he bought them sweets, chocolates, and comics for my youngest brother Royce. Having heard that “Jews are mean and money grabbing!” Eric’s kindness and generosity knocked that assumption for six. I had never met anyone as thoughtful and romantic (decades later, he still is!) Before you stick your fingers down your throats, he’s no ‘push-over’ and doesn’t suffer fools gladly; but then I always liked strong men.

But – isn’t there, too often, a but – although I was at first greeted with friendly smiles by Eric’s two sisters: Kitty the eldest, jolly and equable; Laura the youngest: pretty as a picture, and sweet natured; and Eric’s mother Jennie, it didn’t last when our relationship grew serious. His sisters were fine, but his mother had different ideas for her only son! Out of respect, I will only say that I was banned from their flat for six months (in no uncertain manner!)…After all, what Jewish mother would want a ‘shiksa’ in the family?!

* Shiksa – a rather disparaging yiddish term applied to a non-Jewish girl or woman

One thought on “Thumbnail sketches – 1950: a ‘shiksa’ in the family!*

  1. eye2deal 07/02/2014 / 8:56 am

    Wonderful memories Joy…eating, smooching and playing in your own backyard! Marvelous!

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