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<\/a>Nineteen thirty-seven was not a hopeful year, but we didn’t know it. Seven year olds weren’t expected to know it. Neighbors shared two-cent papers, hot water visited us occasionally and heat rose from the basement when a few hammer blows split shards of silver paint off our radiator. Perhaps this would rouse the janitor from his alcoholic stupor.<\/p>\nIn the Bronx unemployed fathers met in Crotona Park to extol the virtues of socialism. It appealed to workingmen in the garment industry who considered themselves fortunate to be employed five months a year.<\/p>\n
By utilizing rolled up newspapers, broomsticks, milk boxes, tin cans, rubber balls, the facades and stoops of our tenement buildings, competitive games occupied us for hours.<\/p>\n
The ground rules were being settled for a punchball game between two neighborhood rivals, the Minford Place Tigers and the Seabury Place Pawnees. To avoid the inevitable argument, we gathered in a cluster around a sewer lid in the middle of the street.<\/p>\n
“If you catch it off the car without a bounce, you’re out, and don\u2019t try to punch the ball when you run halfway to first base. You have to punch it at the sewer-lid which is home plate and then run to first base. That’s how the big guys play it.”<\/p>\n
“If the ball goes in Schmidt’s cellar, you’re out and you have to …”<\/p>\n
“Wow! Look at that! Look up there!”<\/p>\n
A burst of silence erupted as we stood with our mouths agape. The bright summer sky was eclipsed by the sinister appearance of this huge, oval object. It became the focus of our attention, an unexpected intruder on an ongoing neighborhood rivalry. We were stunned. The clear, sunlit afternoon vanished. Seabury Place was blanketed by a giant shadow. The airship hovered above us like a marionette suspended by strings. Why wasn\u2019t it moving like the airplanes that pass every day?<\/p>\n
\u201cWha..? What is that thing?\u201d cried Arty as he moved closer to Gene.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet off\u2019 a me dummy. How should I know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t like this. Let\u2019s get out\u2019 a here,\u201d shouted Ernie.<\/p>\n
We saw the Hindenburg in newsreels but who expected it to hang over Seabury Place? On its rudder, a twisted black swastika in a white circular field, encased in a red square assured us it was the\u00a0Hindenburg<\/em>.<\/p>\n Why was it flying at such a low altitude? Could it have come all the way from Germany? If there was a swastika on its rudder, were there Nazis inside?\u00a0<\/span>What will they do to us after they land? Where was it going to land? <\/span><\/p>\n The punchball game had lost its moment. Without a word, the Tigers gathered and quietly returned to the security of their turf, Minford Place. We retired to our headquarters, our meeting place, our dugout for ball games; a parked car\u2019s running board. For security, we squeezed more closely to one another than usual. Shoulders pressed against shoulders, knees coupled with knees. Arty, shaking with fright sputtered,<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going upstairs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Ernie, who was just as anxious as Arty, put on an air of bravado,<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh, scardy-cat is going upstairs to his mommy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n With that, Ernie said he was going upstairs to ask his mother if she knew anything about the\u00a0Hindenburg<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHow would she know?\u201d asked Gene. \u201cYou don\u2019t buy a newspaper.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t buy one either,\u201d I replied. \u201cMr. Suslow gives it to my father after he finishes it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh yeah. I\u2019ll bet he doesn\u2019t know that the\u00a0Hindenburg<\/em>\u00a0flew over Seabury Place today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhen he comes home, I\u2019ll ask him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n The running board session was adjourned. Rapidly beating hearts and wobbly legs stumbled home.<\/span><\/p>\n I opened the door to my apartment. Ma was doing something with string beans.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMa, did you see the scary zeppelin that flew over Seabury Place this afternoon?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHow can I see anything when our kitchen window shows me Mrs. Koletsky\u2019s kitchen? Wait until Pa comes home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Pa soon dragged himself into our apartment. I ran to tell him about the\u00a0Hindenburg<\/em>. He became agitated.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat? A swastika?\u201d he said. \u201cNazis? How could it be? Harold, did you see it? The United States doesn\u2019t want those bastards here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t see it,\u201d said my brother. \u201cI was in the apartment doing my homework.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Pa knew of the German threat throughout Europe. A large part of our family was living in a tiny shtetl<\/em>\u00a0in Lithuania. He was about to turn on the radio when my uncle came home from work. He attended my parent’s wedding and continued the celebration by living with them ever since.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIrv, did you see the\u00a0Hindenburg<\/em>\u00a0today?\u201d asked Pa.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u00a0Hindenburg<\/em>? Wasn\u2019t he a German general? What was he doing here in the Bronx?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d Pa said sarcastically. \u201cHe came here to draft you into the German army.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n After dinner our family gathered around our small, Gothic Emerson<\/em> table radio. It was Thursday, May 6, 1937. An excited newscaster reported that the\u00a0Hindenburg<\/em>\u00a0drifted slowly over New York City heading for Lakehurst, New Jersey. At 7:45 PM, upon approaching its mooring at Lakehurst it exploded, killing 35 of the 97 people aboard. A member of the ground crew was also killed. Rumors as to the cause of this disaster persist to this day. Indisputable evidence is still lacking.<\/span><\/p>\n Without the\u00a0Hindenburg,\u00a0<\/em>Germany invaded Poland on September 1, 1939 and World War II was underway.<\/span><\/p>\n For additional stories about the Bronx in the ’30s, ’40s and ‘5os read:<\/p>\n Seabury Place: A\u00a0<\/em>Bronx Memoir by Daniel Wolfe<\/em><\/p>\n danielwolfebooks@aol.com<\/p>\n The Hindenburg Nineteen thirty-seven was not a hopeful year, but we didn’t know it. Seven year olds weren’t expected to know it. Neighbors shared two-cent papers, hot water visited us occasionally and heat rose from the basement when a few hammer blows split shards of silver paint off our radiator. 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