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Lives but not Plutarch's; and
Reminiscences
by Sam Smith, 1957
The Levy Brothers
Lewis Levy (1853-1912)
Lewis Levy, the eldest of the three
brothers was originally in partnership with his brother Abraham,
pawnbroker, clothier and jeweller in Bridge Street West next door to
the Excelsior Hotel until they dissolved, when he opened up a
pawnshop in Cargo Fleet Road and subsequently purchased the business
of the late Jacob Smith in North Ormesby.
He was a steady hard working business
man who got along very well. Before he launched out in shopkeeping
he was a packman. He travelled in the country trading with the
workers, selling goods on the weekly payment systems and his
connection in Warrenby near Redcar he never abandoned, visiting that
place regularly every Wednesday afternoon until his end.
He had about six children. His only
daughter Hetty married Lionel Levy the bookmaker and pawnbroker of
Barker Road. Councillor Sol Levy was a son.
Lewis Levy had common sense and
wisdom. He was plain and simple in his habits, regular in his
routine, free from any nonsense or humbug, straight to the point,
fearless and outspoken.
These three brothers came from a good
stock, being descended from the Margolas, a line of philosophers and
intellectuals of note. Incidentally, their sister was the late
Mr.L.Lazarus's wife who came here later. Her name was Leah.
Originally Lewis and his family lived above the shop in Bridge
Street, but subsequently went into private residence in Borough Rd
in the terrace opposite Kemsley House.
His wife survived him many years and
after his death moved into Thornfield Road, where she lived with her
son Ike until she was taken away. Though Lewis and his wife were
ideally mated, their lives were blighted by the early death of their
eldest son Moss in adolescence and that of the youngest Joss, who
was killed in action whilst fighting in Palestine during the First
Great War (1914-1918).
Abraham Levy
(1857-1920)
Abraham was the most popular of the
three brothers. This was not surprising for he was all one could
wish a man to be. Full of pleasantries, and ready wit. Kindly,
friendly and charitable. Conscientious and upright. Fair, honest and
above all reliable.
In business he was exacting and
strenuous. This shop in Bridge Street West was a flourishing one,
especially in its heyday. The North Side being the principal part of
the town and the shopping center, the street was an important artery
and thousands swarmed through it from the Cannon Street area and
west of the town to reach the Market Place on Saturdays and there
was always plenty of traffic throughout the week. Today with the
town's development the North Side is left a derelict patch and
Bridge Street West is desolate and deserted.
The original shop was small but
subsequent extensions gave it a big frontage and a commodious
interior, which made it one of the large establishments on the North
Side. Though engaged in pawnbroking and jewellry his principal trade
was Men's Ready Made clothing. He was one of the biggest retail
clothiers in the town, noted for moleskin and corduroy trousers and
working apparel in which he specialised.
He was spotlessly clean, well groomed
and dressed with care. In the shop he was as a rule jacketless, with
his starched cuffs turned up for freedom and ease. Shopkeepers were
not so conventional then as now, especially where personal service
was given. The contact between customer and proprietor was on more
intimate and friendly terms.
His carriage was erect, and he walked
with a quick, firm springy tread. Apropos of this, every Sunday he
undertook a long walk of 25 to 30 miles into the country to enjoy
the fresh air and the scenery, a pleasure he would not forego. He
was a great pedestrian! Often walking to Whitby, Sunderland, Barnard
Castle, Richmond and such places, returning by bus or train or
vice-versa. Then home to a warm bath and to bed. In the morning a
cold water bath and off to business, and that was his regular
week-end routine, warm or cold wet or fine. For one pent up in
business for long hours, six days of the week, this was a salutary
change and tonic for him, but of course it needed strength and
stamina!
He had clear cut features, chiselled
to almost Grecian. A transparent skin, fair complexion, a pointed
beard which like his hair was ginger. In physique he was slightly
above middle height, well built, firm and muscular.
He married Jennie the second eldest
daughter of the late Louis Smith, and she was a beautiful girl. She
had the Romany look, dark with raven-black hair, deep pools of orbs.
It was with her he fell deeply and slavishly in 1ove, and small
wonder! In a villa in the "Woodlands" (Borough Rd) they
lived and reared a family of about seven. The late Sol Levy's wife
Cissy is a daughter.
It was one morning he went to
business as usual, hale and hearty, when he suddenly collapsed and
died in harness on the shop floor. So passed away an illustrious Old
Standard of the Middlesbrough Congregation.
A very fine man. One that we can look
back on and remember with pride and pleasure.
Jacob Levy (1861-1911)
This brother had a turn for humour, a
quip and a jest. He was sociable, merry and good company. Through
outside contact he sold a lot of jewellery, a commodity in great
demand in those days. There were no motor cars and that sort of
thing to disburse money on, so it was dissipated in adornment.
If I am not mistaken, his original
shop was in South Street where he established himself as a sailor's
outfitter and clothier and although he dealt principally in apparel
he stocked jewellery. The shop was small, but in the course of time
he removed to Sussex St near the cathedral, but the premises exist
no longer and were demolished on account of its falling to ruins and
a vacant patch of ground, but remains at this date to indicate its
position. He was not a pawnbroker. When he first married he lived
above the shop, but in later years resided privately moving into
Oxford Rd Linthorpe.
It was here he was stricken with a
stroke and after lingering on for a few years died. Perhaps he will
be recalled by the few in the mention of his late wife Betsy (nee
Lazarus) who carried on the business for many years after his death
and finally moved into 'Mazel' House, a villa in The Crescent.
Unfortunately not a very appropriate name, for in later years she
became a chronic invalid crippled with rheumatoid arthritis, so
there was little 'mazel' for her in that abode. There were no
children.
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