NM: Um…would you talk a little bit about…I’m afraid we’re going to run out of time.
DC: Yeah, well I talk too much. The kids used to call me the preacher in school.
NM: [laughs] Would you talk a little bit about your role in the Jewish community in your later life, or throughout your life?
DC: Well, I never was religious, ’cause I believe if you have religion in your heart, if you have decency in your heart, you’re religious. You know, I don’t have to beat my chest or go on my hands and knees or anything, but that’s my own belief. It was my father’s belief. And, uh, I never belonged to a synagogue until I moved here, in Springfield. Oh by the way, I taught…for the twenty years and then I retired…Upstate New York. I had a house. I had a piece of land in the Catskill Mountains, in a real mountain area. And I moved up there. And I lived there with my wife for seven years. And, uh, my wife became ill, and my daughter said, you can’t live up there in the wilderness. Move here to Massachusetts. And we moved to Springfield. Uh, but I was working, too, at the time. I couldn’t just do nothing, not to live on a teacher’s pension. And anyway, I worked in a hospital. I watched the monitors in the coronary care unit for seven years. And I do a little of everything, you know? What do they say, a jack of all trades and a master of nothing. But anyway, I thought I was a pretty good teacher. The kids liked me, so…I enjoyed teaching. And when I moved here, I didn’t know what to do. I was in my sixties, but I went to work as a paraprofessional in the school, same school where my daughter taught. And, uh, I taught special service kids that were…they were incorrigible. I had the experience from New York, the scars to show for it. But anyway, I enjoyed teaching, and I enjoyed going around. I’m active in the Jewish Community Center. I use their athletic exercise there, and I volunteer. My wife worked in the kitchen, in the Meals on Wheels program. We did a lot of volunteer work. In fact, Mr. Grinspoon gave me an award just a couple months ago. The, I don’t know what they called it, but I got an award. I found out it was a cash award. I was pleasantly surprised. I never made any money on the deal, you know. All right…
NM: Well…
DC: What else would you like hear?
NM: I guess I’ll back up because Rob gave me a question that I, uh, didn’t know before hand. I was wondering if you’d talk about landing at Normandy. You…
DC: Well we landed D–36.
NM: You sort of talked about it. That, that was the landing you were talking about.
DC: Yeah, we landed…we went of course, from Plymouth, and there was really…we just had, you know, it was around Saint Mere Eglise where the 82nd Airborne landed. But, you know, when we landed, there was…just two German planes went over and the anti–aircraft chased them away so, we, you know…it wasn’t uh, a dangerous, a really dangerous mission like D–Day. And when we went over, by the way, there was a little ins…we went on a LST. It’s a landing ship tank, and uh, we left from Plymouth and we were overnight, and I was on my friend’s uh, truck, on the top, the canvas. And a sailor comes over and…sailor comes over and said, anybody here from Brooklyn? I said, I’m from Brooklyn. He says, what section of Brooklyn? I says, oh, you wouldn’t know it. He says, let me know. Where…what street? So I says, well, I lived on a place, Stanhope Street. This kid lived around the corner! He was a Polish kid, and my father was his glazier. He did work at his house. So, he says, what are you eating? I had the K rations. He says, you don’t have to eat that junk. And he went down, and he got my friend, my buddy and myself pork chops. Don’t tell the Rabbi I ate it…the pork chops. [laughter] But anyway, he went home. He told my mother that he saw me, and I was all right. I was going overseas. You know, the sailors have leave. But anyway, he told me he was on D–Day, and they brought the…you know, brought soldiers in to the landing on D–Day. And he said, then they took him in, all the wounded. And the…I don’t know if you know what a…a landing ship tank has a big hole at the bottom where tanks and trucks go in, you know. And they put the bod…they put the wounded soldiers there. And he said he could hear these kids, eighteen, nineteen–year–old kids yelling, mama, mama, my leg! They, you know, they’d lost limbs and whatnot. He said…and this kid was only nineteen years old himself. He said it was an awful experience.