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Happy Birthday Milly Abrahams!

June 4, 2021
by the gentle author

Join me in sending birthday wishes to Milly Abrahams, 100 years old today!

Milly Abrahams (nee Markovitch)

Photographer Martin Usborne & I took the trip to Wembley to visit Milly Abrahams, whose late brother Joseph Markovitch was the subject of Martin’s book I’ve Lived In East London for Eighty-Six & A Half Years. Milly left the East End over seventy years ago but, still hale and hearty, her childhood remains vivid to her today.

“I was born in a tenement house in Gosset St, Bethnal Green, but my mother got very ill and we were taken to Mother Levy’s Maternity Home in Underwood Rd, and we stayed there a little while – so my mother told me. In those days parents never told you much. If you asked questions, they’d say in Yiddish ‘What do you want to know for?’

I asked my mother, ‘How did you come over here?’ Somebody brought her over from Krakow and left her here and she went into service – that’s what she said. Krakow was Austria when she was born, but now it’s Poland. Neither of my parents knew what age they were when they came over. My mother had nobody here, though my father came over with his sisters and a brother who died, so I knew all the aunts. My father came from Kiev, which was Russia then and now it’s Ukraine. He tried to trace my mother’s side of the family because she said something about them going to America, yet he never found anything. So she had nobody.

They met here when she was in service and he lived next door with his sisters. They liked chicken soup but they had to water it down to make it go round. My parents got married with nothing. My father was a sick man who was always ill, he was a presser in the tailoring trade. He had trouble with his hands and I remember my mother putting cream on for him and bandaging them up. So he never really worked, but the Jewish community in the East End were very good. We were never a burden on the State, because we had all these Jewish charities – the Jewish Board of Guardians, the Jewish Soup Kitchen and all that. I went to the Jewish Free School in Bell Lane where I got free uniform, meals and seaside holidays. We used to stay in these big houses by the sea and they brought kosher food from London

Where I lived, we had the Catholics, the Protestants and the Jewish but we were all together. Nobody had any money. The non-Jewish people were very good, they used to sit outside in the street and drink tea with us. We were so happy, we didn’t know anything else. Nowadays people expect to have bathrooms ensuite and three toilets, we had a toilet in the yard. Among Jewish people, if you lived next door and you had a little bit more, you would knock on your neighbour’s door on Friday or Saturday and give them some money, yet nobody would know about it. It was kept quiet.

My father wasn’t religious at all, he was a Communist more-or-less. When we used to smell the neighbours’ bacon and want to run upstair to have some, my mother would tell us we couldn’t have bacon. When the Yiddish Theatre in Whitechapel staged benefits, we used to go along. My parents only spoke Yiddish or broken English and, even now, sometimes I mix up my words. We saw plays with well-known actors entirely in Yiddish but we all understood it.

My mother had four children and she lost one – two girls, Leah and me, two boys, Morrie and Joey, Joseph. Leah was the eldest and I was second, then Morrie and Joey, he was the last. I have to say, my mother did the right thing with Joey. He couldn’t speak clearly, but we understood him because we were used to it. They called them ‘backward’ in those days. My mother sent him to a special school and that’s where he learnt to read and write, but people used to say, ‘Why are you sending him there? It’s the madhouse!’

From Gosset St, we moved to Sonning Buildings on the Boundary Estate where we had more room and it was much better. In Gosset St, we slept in one room, my mum and dad and the four of us children. In bed, two of us slept one way and two the other. On Fridays, we used to get out the bath and all have a wash. My father used to help my mother, bathing us with the same water – that’s how it was then.

After I left school at fourteen, I worked as a machinist in a factory in Fournier St making ladieswear. The manager was a nice young bloke but it was hard work. If you talked, they said, ‘Stop talking and get on with your work.’

I belonged to the Brady Club in Hanbury St. We were kept separate and the boys’ club was round the corner somewhere, yet they used to come on their bikes to meet us and take us home on the crossbar. We only got together on Sunday nights when they had dancing.

I met my husband, David, after the war and we married when I was twenty-seven. He was a gunner and he had been in the army for six years, fighting. He was wounded, he went deaf from the gunfire and he got dysentry, but he never had a penny in compensation or a war pension, just a basic state pension.

David was a tailor in ladies tailoring, he didn’t want to be one but in those days you did what your parents told you. So when I got married, I helped my husband as a machinist because his family had a factory. At first, we lived with my mother-in-law in Old Montague St because we couldn’t afford a place of our own.

At last, when my son Alan was three, we moved here to Wembley. I missed the East End but I got used to it here, all these houses were brand new and inhabited by newly-weds from wealthy Jewish families – although we weren’t in that category. They all started having babies, and I had my second son Anthony and my daughter Shelley. The grandparents used to come to visit and bring expensive toys and, as the gardens were open, the children ran into each others’ gardens, saying ‘This is was what my grandma and pa brought me!’ My kids weren’t jealous, they just used to say, ‘Bubba and Nanny are poor.’

Joey never left home, he lived with my mother in Sonning Buildings and they used to come here to visit at weekends. He was lovely little kid, he was the only one of us that wasn’t ginger, he was blond. He never had a proper job, only odd jobs. It was very difficult, but my mother never put him in an institution like a lot of people did in those days. He was always unwell, with chest problems, yet he was always chatty speaking to everyone. He was very interested in Politics and always talking about Money and the Country. Joey and me used to go to the cinema in Hoxton together to see Dick Powell and Ingrid Bergman films. We saw Gone With The Wind and came out crying.”

Milly is on the left  and her sister Leah on the right of this family group from the twenties

Milly is in the centre, Leah on the right and Maurice on the left of this family group

Joseph is in the centre, Milly on the left, Leah at the top and Maurice on the right

Milly as a young woman

Milly and her husband David Abrahams, as photographed by Boris of Whitechapel

Milly Abrahams, Dressmaker

Portraits copyright © Martin Usborne

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25 Responses leave one →
  1. June 4, 2021

    Another great story about real people who came over to England and made it great

  2. June 4, 2021

    Happy Birthday Millie. It’s so interesting to read about your earlier life . What your family lacked in wealth, you all seemed to make up for in happiness. Food for thought………..

  3. June 4, 2021

    Happy Birthday Milly from an astral twin- I am 62 today and wish you the happiest of days in your new century! It was a pleasure to read about your life just now. God bless X Elizabeth

  4. Helen Webberley permalink
    June 4, 2021

    What a brave and inspirational woman Milly is. Thank goodness she was a student at the Jewish Free School in Bell Lane where she received free uniform, meals and seaside holidays. That must have greatly helped her life go well.

    But apart from being taken into care for some time, it sounds like my grandmother’s experience and that of her 9 brothers and sisters. Socialist parents, squishy bedrooms, outdoor toilet, Yiddish Theatre in Whitechapel, shared food on Friday night etc etc

  5. Annie Green permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Many happy returns! An interesting life and a fine spirit. Enjoy the day, Milly.

  6. June 4, 2021

    A very fine story. And my warmest congratulations to Milly Abrahams on her 100th birthday. All the best in your 101st year and stay healthy!

    Love & Peace

  7. Peter Hart permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Another wonderful story. Thank you. “”HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILLY””. Have a great day.

  8. Gillian Tindall permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Happy 100 birthday to Milly! I shall show this good, informative piece about her to another survivor of the vanished Jewish East End – Len Fenton, the actor who is just a five years younger, and whom I wrote about for this blog when he turned 91.

  9. Annie S permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Happy Birthday Milly!
    Enjoy your day.

  10. Kelly Holman permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Happy Birthday Milly. I hope you have a wonderful day. It was such a pleasure to read about your life and family. And, by the way, what a stunning couple you and your husband made in your wedding photograph.

  11. Lynn perham permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Happy Birthday Millie, what a wonderful story.

  12. paul loften permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Great story that puts it in a nutshell for the majority of East End Jewish immigrants. Thank you GA and Martin.

  13. Ann V permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Happy Birthday Milly. A long life well lived, a poor but happy life which a lot of people could learn from.

  14. Richard Smith permalink
    June 4, 2021

    I very much enjoyed reading about Milly’s wonderful life. Happy Birthday Milly and thank you GA.

  15. Ros permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Happy Birthday Milly and many many congratulations on reaching your 100 not out. I really loved reading your story, told so warmly with affection and acceptance. I agree with Ken Stewart that the UK has benefitted so much from people who came from other countries, settled here and gave it their intelligence and hard work. I feel society is much more divisive now, and your story provides much food for thought. It’s also lovely to read of the affection and acceptance given to Joey, whom we got to know through these columns, throughout his life. I hope you’re having a lovely day despite the rain!

  16. Steve permalink
    June 4, 2021

    My mother, then known as Betty Lazarus (eldest daughter of John and Kitty Lazarus, nee Kaufman) was also born in 1921 and would have been 100 this year. Like Milly, she went to the Jewish Free School leaving at 14 to become a machinist. I wonder if there is a connection – were they perhaps in the same class?

  17. June 4, 2021

    How wonderful to have these stories plus amazing/fragile photographs.
    What a legacy! Happy Birthday, Milly. You inspire me.

  18. Adele Lester permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Wonderful! Happy Birthday Milly – to 120.

  19. Cherub permalink
    June 4, 2021

    What a lovely wedding photo, Milly and David look like stars on a film set.

    I love how she talks about neighbours of different faiths sitting drinking tea together – why can’t life be more like this?

    My late uncle was Polish and I had no idea Krakow was part of Austria years ago so I have learned something today. He was brought up in a village outside Warsaw, but born in Łódź which at the time of his birth was in Russia. It fascinates me how boundaries are redrawn in history.

  20. Renee permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Happy Birthday, Milly! Thank you for sharing your memories; there certainly have been a lot of changes in the world since you were a child.

  21. Robin permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Happy Birthday, Milly. Thank you for sharing your fascinating story and gorgeous photographs.

  22. June 4, 2021

    Wishing Milly a happy & healthy 100th birthday. A fascinating insight to her life and family, and wonderful to hear about such a supporting community. Milly has a lovely face, and she certainly made a beautiful bride.

  23. JILLIAN permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Congratulations Milly on your birthday, you look wonderfull. I looked up your photo in the book of Boris Bennet of you on your wedding day. You looked fabulous. Why are you not in this book? I treasure a very old photo of my late mother in law who had her photo taken by the L & J Suss studio in Whitechapel in 1912. Polly’s relatives also came over from Poland and I find it so sad that now she has passed away I cannot find out the history of her family.
    Many congratulations on your birthday. Jillian.

  24. Sue permalink
    June 4, 2021

    Wishing Millie a very Happy Birthday.
    Wonderful memories.

  25. Elaine permalink
    June 5, 2021

    100 years! What an achievement. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ? ? Milly
    Wonderful to read about the community spirit of the Jewish community supporting one another and all faiths coming together in your street. It is needed more than ever today x

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