My dear Friends
It's a small world. A rather tired-looking Englishman was standing at the corner of the Clare bridge, near the Scholar's Garden, peering into the river at all the punts, as i was crossing the bridge from the college to go to the University library.
I engaged him in conversation and discovered he was on a conference of Spanish literature, which was just coming to an end. In the course of our chat, I discovered that he had lived in Mexico City for over 35 years. I have never been there, but my father's sister had married a GI during the war and i had a feeling that a relative of his had made his way to South America.
'Is it true that there is a music shop in Mexico City, which bears my family name of Margolin?' I asked the nice gentleman. 'Yes indeed,' he replied. 'It has been known for many years as a great centre for classical music. But it is on the point of closing down, as they can't compete with the internet.'
I felt a little sad, and went on my way. Next day i wrote to my sister-in-law in London and asked her to tell my brother this story about the music shop.I am sure that he already knew that it existed. My brother and my late father worked together to build up Dansette Record Players, a firm that was to produce the first hi-fis in the UK in the 1950's.
Music is in my blood and in my genes.It gives me great pleasure that our family name, a Russian Jewish one (my grandfather came from Minsk and was a cabinet maker) has travelled so far and became the name of a music shop in an entirely different continent.
But my heart goes out to the man on the bridge in Clare college, who seemed a little sad too.
Have a good week
Shalom from Gila
It's a small world. A rather tired-looking Englishman was standing at the corner of the Clare bridge, near the Scholar's Garden, peering into the river at all the punts, as i was crossing the bridge from the college to go to the University library.
I engaged him in conversation and discovered he was on a conference of Spanish literature, which was just coming to an end. In the course of our chat, I discovered that he had lived in Mexico City for over 35 years. I have never been there, but my father's sister had married a GI during the war and i had a feeling that a relative of his had made his way to South America.
'Is it true that there is a music shop in Mexico City, which bears my family name of Margolin?' I asked the nice gentleman. 'Yes indeed,' he replied. 'It has been known for many years as a great centre for classical music. But it is on the point of closing down, as they can't compete with the internet.'
I felt a little sad, and went on my way. Next day i wrote to my sister-in-law in London and asked her to tell my brother this story about the music shop.I am sure that he already knew that it existed. My brother and my late father worked together to build up Dansette Record Players, a firm that was to produce the first hi-fis in the UK in the 1950's.
Music is in my blood and in my genes.It gives me great pleasure that our family name, a Russian Jewish one (my grandfather came from Minsk and was a cabinet maker) has travelled so far and became the name of a music shop in an entirely different continent.
But my heart goes out to the man on the bridge in Clare college, who seemed a little sad too.
Have a good week
Shalom from Gila
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