Long before he became a streetwise child orphan
wandering back alleyways among others like himself
he knew deprivation without knowing what it
was other than existing in a state of perpetual hunger.
Hard to imagine what he thought of agricultural
work shipped from Europe to North America at the
turn of the century to become a farm labourer along
with others, a philanthropic plan to offer homeless youth
new opportunities, indentured for years until they paid
their passage. He laboured and endured then was free
to wander the streets of another city as an adult no
longer hungry. Meeting another refugee married and
had children living penuriously but free from racist
harassment. Never exposed to formal education he
inhaled knowledge with experience, devoured books
proclaimed himself a 'self-made man', eager to engage
in debate at any opportunity, any subject, shuddered
at the rounding up of Europe's Jews knowing that
might have been his fate. A man stunted in physique
but capable of hard work, he discovered others from
his home town, played a tuba in an amateur orchestra
sent his children to parochial schools so they would
know from whence they came. Fate sought him all to
soon, he protesting the while to the final stage of life
for which he was destined despite the delay on the way
to carry him to a lingering and all-too-brief farewell.
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