An Open Letter From Speaker Gerald Polley
God's Candidate For The Presidency Of The United States In 2,012
To The World

17-08-02 AJ

    Alice asks,

    "Yiddish is a Jewish language not a race. So if your old Jewish restaurant friend said, "Yerald, I wish you was Yiddish, I'd marry ya to my daughter!" that is incorrect for a Jewish man to say unless he was playing a word joke game on you when he would say this.
Where did this take place? What year was it, and in what State ? Just curious !"

    Dear one, I have had this comment before when talking about these people.  But other people have said "Oh!  That brings back such memories!  My grandmother talked just like that!"  These people used the word Yiddish the same way we would use French, German, Italian, any word like that.  I can't explain to you why they did it, but it was their way.  Only once did I hear the father in the family use the word Hebrew.  And I never, ever heard them use the term Jew.  So I really can't answer your question. I was a fourteen year old boy back on the coast of Maine in the '60s who just thoroughly enjoyed the people he was working for four or five hours a day, three or four days a week. The way they treated me was absolutely phenomenal!  Whenever I came into a room where they were and they were speaking in their native language, whatever it was, they would immediately switch to English.  They would not talk in front of me if I could not understand what they were saying.  If the father was talking one of the children would speak up and say "Good morning, Yerald!" even though they could speak much better English than their parents. They always referred to me the way their parents did.  They would not think of doing anything else.  Only in private would they use their superior English and call me Gerald.  Such respect for their parents was absolutely beautiful!  The father would ask me advice like I was an adult!
    One day they were discussing rather they should do business with someone or not.  I was down on  the floor trying to get a sink back together that had collapsed the night before.  I heard the father calling my name and I crawled out saying "Yes, sir!"  "Yerald," he asked, "do you know this man?  Can you tell us anything about him?"  "Yes, sir," I answered, "unfortunately I do!  This man would steal the shirt off your back if you'd give him the opportunity to!  Never prepay him for anything!  He's very slow making deliveries when he's been prepaid.  However, the quality of his goods is excellent. If you pay for stuff when he delivers it, he's all right."  "Thank you!" the father snapped.  "That settles it, then!  We will do business with this person but only on a cash on delivery basis." Like I said, I was a fourteen year old kid working part time and they treated me like I was a member of the family!  
    One time we had some problems with some deputy sheriffs that were accusing a member of the staff of doing something he couldn't possibly have done because he was with me at the time.  I made it very clear to the deputies that if they caused this person trouble when they knew full well he was innocent, people would hear about it.  They decided not to press charges!  Afterwards, the father came to me and said "Yerald, be careful in life.  No man should be afraid of anyone as those men are afraid of you."  I smiled and told him I didn't think there was anything that could ever be done about it.  They would always be afraid of me because I would not let them do the things they wanted to do, and those things weren't right.  I could never change, and they could never change.  So there would be no way that we could ever be at peace with each other.  The old gentleman nodded, and answered "This is so. It is sad, but it is so."  
    They were just great people, just wonderful friends! I will always remember the way they treated me.  If people don't like that, as I say, it's too damned bad!  I will never be ashamed of how they spoke or what they believed.  That is just my nature.   I tell things as close to the way they were as possible.  That's my nature.  And I'm not gonna change things because somebody nowadays doesn't like the way some other people used to speak.  As I say, as far as I'm concerned, people like that can go to hell. I have no use for them, and I never will!  I constantly say I never had much formal education, but I have had some wonderful teachers.  
    I've always wondered what happened to these dear ones.  When I returned to Maine years later I could find no trace of them.  People didn't even seem to remember that they had lived in the area or had a business there.  I only found a couple of people that remembered them, but they had no idea of where they'd gone.  The father had always wanted to immigrate to Israel.  I always hoped he had managed to do it and they had been successful there.  But where ever they are, I'm sure they're still treating people just the way they treated me, and making the world a little bit better, a little bit brighter despite all the horror they have seen.  If I possibly can I'll do my best to make sure there's never horror like that again!  

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