Chapter One
Hivniv. A name lost to history. Before the war, the one war that matters to Jews, three thousand people lived in that town, half of them Jews. The figures
are not quite exact, but nothing is from that time. Hivniv is today called Ugnev, and belongs to the Ukraine. Before 1939 it was known as Uhnow, and belonged to Poland. And before
that it was part of Austrian Galicia.
The town lay half-way between Rava Ruska and Belzc,
about twenty kilometres from each. It was surrounded
by fields and forests, and the mountains were in the
distance. A river ran through the countryside and in
summer the townspeople went bathing in it. It was a
small town, a village really, that lay to the side of
the Jeruslav-Sokal rail route. Most people got around
by horse and cart, or walked. The village itself was
surrounded by forty hamlets, and in one of those hamlets
lived Joseph Remers grandfather, Mottel Remer.
But Mottels son Aaron, Josephs father, lived
in Hivniv.
Like many people, the Remers were in the lumber business.
There were not many sources of livelihood in Hivniv.
There was a water station, an oil factory, a Vodka distillery
and a sawmill. Of them all, lumber was the most important
activity, but all together they did not add up to much.
Life was hard, the town was poor. There was a fair twice
a year and a market on Thursday, but Jews often went
hungry, saving their food for the Sabbath and often
having to borrow money in order to put a hallah on the
table. Wine was saved for Pesah.
During the year the Jews made do with Vodka on Shabbat.
Joseph Remer was born in Hivniv in 1914. He was named
Judah Mermel Remer by his parents, Aaron and Rukhel
Mermel Remer. Like so many members of his extended family,
he was a Mottkele Remer, one of the Bnai Mottel,
one of the descendants of the grandfather, to distinguish
them from the other branches of the family. For the
Remers had many offshoots, which inevitably linked them
to some of the other, equally extended families of Hivniv,
among whom were the Millers and the Judenbergs. In the
end their destinies were woven together, both in the
Old World and the New.
While World War One raged, Joseph Remer went to heder,
the classroom where Jewish children got their introduction
to the alphabet before moving on to Bible study and
other subjects. But Josephs education did not
last long. His father was sickly, and Joseph, like his
older brother Elo, soon found himself at work. By the
age of eight he was busy in the familys lumber
shed, and by ten he was negotiating deals with the local
farmers.
Up early in the morning, a piece of bread stuck in his
pocket by his older sister Pearl, young Joe, called
Yiddel by Jew and Gentile alike, would walk from village
to village, fingering the piece of bread that was to
ward off hunger late in the day. With one farmer he
would negotiate potatoes, with another onions, and between
one and the other he would try to extract a trade that
would yield him a small plus. Always mindful of his
meagre provisions and fearful of the hunger that stalked
him, the boy would snatch eggs from the chicken coops,
crack them open and drink them, if the farmers
eyes were busy elsewhere.
The weather too was a threat, for when a storm came
up the farmers insisted on sheltering him for the night,
but Joseph was always worried they might get drunk and
kill him, or word might get around that a Jewboy was
sleeping in the attic. Perhaps he had in mind the story
of Wolf Yudenberg, who stood alone wielding his axe
in the fire of 1903 to prevent his rampaging Ukrainian
neighbours from smashing in his windows.
By the time he was thirteen, Joe was a full-fledged
businessman, out selling trees to farmers from his familys
lands, or sizing up their timber yields for which he
might offer a price. Already his innate mathematical
skills showed forth, for he could take one look at a
patch of trees and evaluate their worth with uncanny
accuracy. With his father too sick to attend his Bar-Mitzvah,
Joe organized it himself. He brought schnapps to shul
where he put on his teffilin, then sent them and a mazel
tov back to his father with his brother Elo, while Joe
himself took his horse and wagon to the forests for
another day of business.
Joe and his brother Elo were extremely close. In 1926,
when the Belzcer Rebbe died, they walked the distance
from Hivniv to Belzc and back in order to attend the
funeral, for like all the Jews in that neck of the woods,
the Remers were Belzcer loyalists. Still, the modern
winds that blew across the Jewish communities of eastern
Europe made their aftermath felt in Hivniv as well.
Young Joseph and his sister-in-law Freida were members
of Zionist youth groups, Freida in Hashomer Hatzair
and Joseph in Ahva, an offshoot of the General Zionists.
But though there was much talk of going to Israel and
collections for the Keren Kayemet, they also organized
soup kitchens and other traditional forms of Jewish
charity.
A year after Joe became Bar-Mitzvah, Elo left for Canada.
He was not the only one to go. The entire Miller family
went too, and so did others. Joseph was left to take
care of the family. One of his brothers, Shaya, was
a milkman and carriage-driver, who lived with Freida
and four or five kids in a single room they shared with
a sewing machine. When his sister Salka was going to
get married, it was Joe who assured them she would have
her trousseau and dowry, and saw to it that it came
to pass. The Remers were not wealthy, but neither were
they indigent. Most of all they were skilled and hard-working
people who did what they could with the little scope
their surroundings gave to their talents. When Elo returned
for a visit in 1937, Joe was putting up a three story
building in which his sister Pearl sold fabrics, the
same who baked hallah for the poor on Fridays. And Joe,
like others, gave wood to the synagogue on Shavuot,
in the Hivniv Jews time-honoured tradition of
donating the winters fuel a season in advance.
By the time Elo returned he was married to Bertha Miller.
It was on that visit that the decision was made to bring
Joseph over to Canada. It was not an easy matter, for
the Canadian government was not eager to receive poor
Jewish immigrants. Bernard Bercovitch, an immigration
specialist, got Joe an Order-in-Council by telling the
government that Joe had $5000, vouched for by Joe Miller,
Berthas brother, in a letter which Bercovitch
sent to the Gdynia America Line. And so, in 1938, at
the age of 23, Joseph Remer went to the Belzcer Rebbe
for his blessing.
It was traditional for young Jews, when they left their
town, to go to the Rebbe for his blessing, and Joseph
was no different. Many of them, like Joseph, were active
in Zionist parties, and for many of them departure meant
departure for the land of Israel. But Joseph was not
leaving for the holy land. Instead he was going to a
country whose weather and forests were not much different
from Hivnivs, and where the temptations of modernity
would be legion. Years later Joseph often told the story
of the day he went to the Rebbe for his blessing. The
Rebbe wished him well and sent him on his way, but Joseph
had barely started on his way home when the Rebbe sent
his shammes running to call him back. Joseph started
to tremble, because often when this occurred it signified
that the Rebbe had changed his mind. Joseph dutifully
returned, his teeth chattering in fear of his soul,
only to find that the Rebbe in no way wanted to rescind
his blessing. The Rebbe merely warned him that he was
going to America where it was easy to become a goy,
and admonished him not to forget to put on his teffilin
every morning.
Joe left Hivniv with the Frisch family. They traveled
from Hivniv to Lvov, from there to Warsaw, and from
Warsaw to Gdynia, or Gdansk, as it is known today. At
Gdansk they boarded a boat, the Batori, for the one
week voyage to Halifax, since Montreal was icebound.
Quarters were close and the food was simple, but to
people from Hivniv, oranges and bananas were something
of a novelty. So was the fresh air of the new world,
and Joseph quickly caught on.
When a Pole who was also on the boat tried to put his
lit cigarette in Mr. Frischs beard, Joe grabbed
him and told him they were no longer in Poland.
They disembarked in Halifax, where they were met by
someone whom relatives of the Frisch family had sent,
and took the overnight train to Montreal. When they
pulled into Bonaventure Station, it was the first day
of Pesah. The train had arrived early, so Joe and the
Frisches walked straight to shul from the train. And
there, on St. Lawrence Boulevard between Marianne and
Mount Royal, Joseph sang hymns of praise to his own
exodus.
A year later, Joe and his brother Elo managed
to bring over their sister Salka and her husband, Avrum
Klar. The pennies Joe had arduously earned and carefully
saved for his sisters trousseau were not going
to be the only memory he would have of her. In 1939
the Russians and Germans occupied Hivniv in accordance
with the Molotov-Ribbentrop pact and divided it down
the middle. Their part of Hivniv went to the Russians,
but the respite was only temporary. The rest of the
Remer family, like so many others, perished in the Nazi
hell. But Joe, who had come to Montreal with $4.50 in
his pocket, was alive in his brother Elos house,
and the rest of his life would show the Nazis that they
had not destroyed the Jews, nor the tradition of which
he and his family from Hivniv had long been a part.
Chapter Two
The Montreal Jewish community into which Joe Remer immigrated
cut a lively swath out of the Plateau, as the district
was and still is called, that started at the foot of
Mount Royal, the mountain that stood in the middle of
the city. St. Urbain, along with St. Lawrence, were
its principal thoroughfares, and the Jewish businesses
that the newly arrived immigrants from Europe started
up lined these arteries and their side streets. Bertha
and Elo, for example, had a grocery store on St. Norbert,
and lived for a while above that store. Bertha was the
one who kept it, while Elo worked with his brother-in-law,
Joe Miller, on Clark Street, in London Waste, the Miller
family business which made felt out of textile shredding.
Soon they were all living together in a triplex on Jeanne
Mance: the Millers father and son, Bertha and Elo, and
with them, Elos brother Joe. Not far away, on
Pine and St. Lawrence, the Roths had a grocery store
which served as the local hangout. Joe Remer would spend
some of his time there, checking out the new arrivals
and catching up on news from the old country, for the
Roths often billeted newcomers in rooms above their
store. But most of all, Joe worked. For him, as for
so many others of that time, work was an economic and
moral imperative. The world was in the throes of a recession.
Family in Canada had vouched for him while those in
the Old Country were dependent on him. He had to make
good, before God and man.
Indeed, the very first thing Joe did in Montreal was
to go to the Hebrew Free Loan society and borrow two
hundred dollars to send to his father in Hivniv.
Then it was work, which to start with meant upholstery.
In those days, even staple guns were a luxury, and Joe
would keep the tacks in his mouth as he worked. He noticed
that as people cut the material for chesterfields or
bedding, they would gather up the scraps that others
would come to collect. Joe figured he too could pick
up scraps and sell them to companies. His brother-in-law,
Avrum Klar, had by then come over with his family. At
first, the Klars lived in Ste. Sophie. They had been
brought over as farmers, and spent their early years
in Canada milking cows and growing potatoes. But Avrum
found work in Montreal, in the textile business, sorting
out shmates. He would return to Ste. Sophie on Fridays
because he wouldnt work on Saturdays, and made
up for taking his day off on the Sabbath by going in
to work on Sundays. Since he started in the wee hours
of Sunday morning, he often brought a bag of coal with
him to make sure the place would be properly heated.
One Sunday morning the police stopped him as he carried
the coal down Montreal streets, and Avrum decided hed
go into business for himself. He started a clipping
business called Silver Woolstock, and Joe joined him.
But after a year Joe left Silver Woolstock to branch
out on his own, and with his brother Elo, started a
company called London Felt.
The beginnings of London Felt are enmeshed in family
history, and like all family history, there are many
versions to it. Some say the initiative for Elos
leaving London Waste came from Bertha. Perhaps she felt
Elo wasnt getting his fair share, perhaps she
thought he could do better. Perhaps Joes arrival
sparked the ambition that lay in her soul, for which
the St. Norbert street store was not the vehicle. At
any rate, the store was sold, Joe Miller bought out
his brother-in-law, and by the early forties Elo and
his brother Joe had set up their own upholstery business,
buying a building at 120 Grey Nun Street. It was a time
when the cost of machines was cheap and the war effort
helped business to revive. The Remers succeeded in getting
government contracts to make upholstery for airplane
seats. Bertha herself drummed up private contracts.
Soon the machines they had invested in were working
round the clock and more than paying for themselves.
London Felt turned out to be the first in a long line
of successes, successes that hinged on a strong family
alliance. At its centre lay Joe Remers business
acumen and Bertha Millers drive. There was a strong
affinity between the two.
Both were frugal, modest, and enterprising. Even in
later years Bertha would rarely take a cab, preferring
to ride the streetcar from Peel Street to her home in
Outremont even in a snowstorm. Joes demeanour,
from the clothes he wore to the way he spoke, was an
emblem of modesty. Both were dynamic, finding in business
an outlet for their dynamism. Elos contribution
lay elsewhere. The money he brought with him from London
Waste was doubtless helpful in setting up this first
venture, but its eventual success, like the initiative
to undertake it, came from his wife and brother. Elo
was the hard worker. He worked hard with the Millers
and he worked hard with his brother. But the talent
for business, the intuitive sense of when and where
and how to invest, were Joes. Sooner or later,
as subsequent history was to show, Joe would have branched
out for himself. But having found in Bertha a personality
of similar character, he started then. And in that way,
one might almost say each was a catalyst for the other.
They were also a source of mutual emotional strength,
reinforcing the bond between the brothers that went
back to their childhood in Hivniv. For there was
a price to pay for that first venture. Bertha and her
brother had a falling out for a while. She, Elo and
Joe moved out of the triplex on Jeanne Mance where they
had all lived and set up house together on De Vimy.
Eventually Bertha and her brother made up, and in later
years Joe Remer and his wife would even travel with
the Millers. But in the early forties such a break brought
its share of pain, all the more so given the importance
of family to both Bertha and Joe.
Paradoxically, it was their very commitment to family
that gave them the strength to ride out the temporary
storm, a commitment that embedded itself in a deep sense
of community which accompanied them all their lives.
Joes business arrangements with his brother, his
concern for his family near and wide and beyond them,
for those in need, spoke not only of the mans
generosity, but also of the bond he carried inside him,
a bond to the tradition of memory and obligation that
was his, Berthas, and so many of those who had
come from so many Hivnivs.
Already in the 1940s this bond could be seen at work.
Even before, actually, for the story goes that it was
Bertha who sat, day after day, in Mr. Bercovitchs
office, until he agreed to try a new approach to the
Canadian government for the Order-in-Council that would
allow Joe into the country. In 1942, when efforts were
made to get the Belzcer Rebbe out of a Polish ghetto,
a Rabbi Herschel Sputz approached the Remer brothers
for a contribution. Their donation eventually helped
the Belzcer Rebbe make his way to Israel. Nor did such
rescue efforts stop with the end of the war. In 1948,
Joe, Elo and Bertha combined efforts to bring the Remers
cousin, Wolf, and his family, over from a DP camp. The
process was long, complicated and costly, but eventually
they succeeded. When they arrived, Bertha arranged for
a Bar-Mitzvah for Yossi, Wolf and Helens son,
who had turned thirteen while waiting in Parisian poverty
with his parents. She made a party in her house to which
she invited people from Hivniv, among whom were the
Millers, and the young man received gifts, as was the
custom for being called to the Torah. It was a lesson
Joe would remember, for in his time he too would be
responsible for many a Bar-Mitzvah that a young mans
parents could not afford.
Joe, Bertha and Elo helped set Wolf and Helen up in
a grocery store on St. Urbain and Bagg streets, signing
for them at the Hebrew Free Loan benevolent society,
so that they could afford the key money. Wolf died soon
after, and the Remers employed Yossi in the sisal business
they had opened by then. Years later, Helen wanted Joe
to join her in buying the building that housed her store.
Joe refused. Once again the demands of business clashed
with those of family, but the bonds laid down earlier
relegated a potential feud to the minor leagues of a
momentary spat. More important, surely, was the fact
that Helen Shipper, Wolfs wife, once safe in Canada,
could then bring over cousins of her own, who one day
attended her son Yossis wedding.
Chapter Three
By 1948, Joe Remer had been in Canada for a decade.
London Felt was doing sufficiently well that the Remers
could sell it at a profit and acquire another property
at 120 McGill Street, whose back faced the front of
their old building on Grey Nun Street. Their new property
housed two businesses, one called Remer Spring that
operated on the ground floor, another called the Sputz
and Remer Diamond Company housed in the upstairs offices.
Remer Spring did not stay in their hands for long. It
was soon sold, and replaced by a property at 40 King
Street, where Joe established Empire Sisal and Spring,
a company which pioneered the conversion of rope flax
to sisal. They took cord from used bags and transformed
it into sisal that went on top of the jute ticking in
mattresses and car seats. Shortly afterwards they purchased
an adjacent property on Queen Street and put up a building
there which housed the Better Felt Manufacturing Company.
But all these ventures were only preludes to Joes
real estate investments. It was in real estate that
he would show what his business flair could achieve,
but though the flair was his, the profits were always
shared jointly with his brother Elo. Except for the
diamonds, which was Joe Remers personal thing,
as much recreation as business, an outlet for his creative
spirit that was also a kind of personal haven, a private
place where he could converse in peace with his own
mind and his fellow human beings.
It even started out as a kind of lark, a mixture of
generous impulse, shrewd psychology, and playful business
risk. One day in the late forties, Rabbi Sputz, whom
Joe had already known from Sputzs solicitation
on behalf of the Belzcer Rebbe, came to the Remers
office at London Felt in search of further donations.
In the course of the conversation, Joe Remer learned
that Sputz had diamond connections in London, and with
a little capital he could start out in business. Joe
took out two thousand dollars and told Sputz to do what
he could. When he next came round, Sputz had to admit
he lost four hundred dollars on his first transaction.
Joe advanced him another four hundred and told him to
try again. The next time Sputz returned with a profit
and Joe advanced him further cash. When Sputz returned
again with more than he set out, Joe advanced him fifty
thousand and they set up Sputz and Remer Diamond Importers.
The business lasted for years. When the Remers sold
Remer Spring, the Diamond office moved to 1255 Phillips
Square where it still can be seen today.
The whole adventure was typical of Joe Remer. He could
see in Sputz a man with whom you could do business,
could see too it would be a shame for his talent to
go to waste because of a lack of capital. And so, with
two thousand dollars, he turned a man who spent his
time collecting charitable donations into a businessman
who could give them. Not that Sputz gave anything away.
It was legendary in the business how hard Sputz could
be, so legendary that when people came to buy they preferred
to deal with Joe, for he would often give away the diamonds,
and certainly if the person seeking one could not afford
to pay very much. One time a woman returned a stone
she had taken on consignment, claiming Sputz had charged
her too much. Joe agreed and halved the price. But to
Joe the diamonds were not a business, not in his dealings
with private buyers; and perhaps because he knew that
Sputz took care of the business end, he could afford
to relax somewhat.
What then was this diamond venture? Having started off
as an act of kindness, it continued to be that too.
When new people came into the family, Joe would start
them off in the diamond business. David Muskal, who
married his brother Elos daughter, Esther, was
one such beneficiary. But since he knew nothing about
diamonds, Joe sent him off to learn, not from Sputz,
but from Mr. Frankfurt, a competitor, who trusted Joe
and owed him, because Joe often gave him stones when
he needed them on consignment. David learned the trade
quickly and continued to ply it in Israel when he and
Esther eventually moved there, though David never acted
as broker for Sputz and Remer, since Sputz had already
had his agent and wouldnt work with another. When
Milan Bratin married Joes daughter Pearl, Joe
also brought him into the diamond business, although
it soon transpired that his talents lay elsewhere. And
Pearl herself, aged eighteen and looking for summer
employment, would come to work at 1255 Phillips Square,
which meant that for answering the phone and doing messages
she would get to eat lunch with her father at The Bay.
Sputz and Remer Diamonds gave scope for Joes generosity
in other ways as well. When the Muskals came to Montreal
from Israel for the wedding of their son and Esther
Remer, Joe told Davids mother, at their very first
meeting, he was going to have a ring made for her. Indeed,
Joes generosity with diamond rings at weddings
took on mythical proportions. Irwin Leibman, the son
of one of Joes oldest friends from up north in
Ste. Agathe, can tell to this day how Joe, at one of
his childrens weddings, pulled ten diamond rings
from his pocket and offered one to Irwins wife,
Ann, simply because he wanted her to enjoy the simha.
By the evenings end Joe had given the rings away,
as if to say thank you for the bounty he didnt
know what to do with, such bounty God had graced him
with. Just as when he once ran into Mr. Bercovitch at
an Israel Bonds dinner and asked him down to his office
when he found out that Bercovitchs son was about
to marry. When Mr. Bercovitch showed up at Sputz and
Remer, Joe offered him a ring for his sons bride,
and when Bercovitch declined because he said hed
need three, Joe at once offered three. The man who had
helped bring Joe to Canada insisted he hadnt done
it for the money, but when Joe had offered the rings,
he certainly hadnt thought he could buy back grace.
For grace, in a way, sat in that little office in Phillips
Square with its simple desk and bare floor, two chairs
in front of the desk and all the diamonds in the safe.
Rabbi Sputz would sit in his office next door and Mr.
Halberstam would sit behind his little window to buzz
visitors in. And people would come by to chat with Joe,
some to buy diamonds, others to talk stocks, countless
to get advice and listen to a man who had made millions
as he sat and counted his diamonds, as if, doing so,
he were able to make sense of the years that had come
with all their terrible beauty. And he gave his advice
as he gave his charity, obliquely and circumspectly.
But outside the purview of Sputz and Remer, out in the
world in which he had wanted to create a refuge for
those nearest and dearest, it was a different story.
There Joe had wanted to make money, a million for him
and a million for his brother Elo, he had once told
a friend. By the early 1950s Joe was on his way to doing
just that. Sputz and Remer, Empire Sisal and Spring
were but the beginnings. So were R-K Investments, the
apartment buildings on Plamondon and Darlington Place
Joe purchased with his brother-in-law, Avrum Klar, and
later the tract of land in Ottawa. Significant as they
were, these ventures were soon to be overshadowed by
the alliance Joe Remer soon formed with J. L. Gewurz,
an alliance that was to propel them both into a turbulent
world they would master at their peril.
Chapter Four
His drive to make a success of their early business
ventures absorbed most of Joe Remers energies
in the 1940s. Now and then Joe dated girls in the tightly
knit Jewish community that ran down Park Avenue as if
it were New York, but the engagements were not lasting.
He was not yet financially established, and marriage
was not something to be embarked upon lightly. Years
later, after his daughter Pearl had given birth to a
handicapped daughter, Joe would muse about the world
not being a place into which you brought children. Which,
of course, had not stopped him from doing so. It was
more that he never forgot how shaky the world could
be. Poverty, he remembered, could diminish even the
happiness of Shaya and Frieda. And what poverty didnt
erode, the evil passions of men could. How, he would
often ask Rabbi Carlebach, the rabbi of their Ste. Agathe
shul, did God allow the Holocaust to happen? It was
a question to which no answer satisfied him.
But the time he could snatch away from business to spend
up north with his brother and sister and their families
was always a welcome respite. When they first started
going to Ste. Agathe they would rent a cottage. In summer
Joe and Elo would go up on a Wednesday and return on
a Thursday. By that time Elo had a place on Madeleine
and Salka and her family were around the corner on St.
Aubain. Joe was very close to them all. When Ruthie,
one of Salkas three daughters, contracted TB in
the 1940s and was sent to the Mt. Sinai sanitarium in
Prefontaine, it was Joe who arranged for her to get
the proper medical attention. Surgery was necessary,
there was no Medicare, and getting hold of streptomycin
was no mean feat. In his own way, Joe was married too.
Bertha and Elo had adopted two daughters, Esther and
Ruth. Salka and Avrum had three of their own, Gertie,
Ruth and Helen. And Joe hovered over them all.
But life holds surprises of its own. One day, on business
in someones office, Joe met a woman nearly half
his age who swept him out of that world that so absorbed
him and into the other one of hupa and kidushin. And
as he courted her he came to know a woman with talent
and determination of her own. A woman who, single-handedly,
painted her entire familys apartment. A woman
who could cook and whose mother could cook, for when
Joe Remer and Gewurz bought the Turcot Yards, Mrs. Weinstein
ran the restaurant. Joe knew from years of eating at
her table that Bertha was an excellent cook, and Salka,
his sister, was no less famous for the dishes she whipped
up. Now they would be three, and Joe would live in a
kitchen of his own. And so in 1952 Joe Remer married
Irene Weinstein in the Roosevelt Hotel in New York City.
It wasnt a big wedding, but Joe hadnt wanted
a big one. They had friends in New York whom they wanted
to attend, and the family of course went down: Elo and
Bertha, Avrum and Salka, and their children. Sputz came,
and Arye Roth came, and so did Leibel Frisch; also Hana
Nebel, an old friend from Hivniv who lived in Brooklyn.
And a week later they were back in Montreal for Ruth
Klars wedding, the same niece whom Joe had saved
from tuberculosis only a few years before. She married
Morris Winer, who worked for a while for Joe and Elo
at Empire Sisal and Spring, but before they all went
back to work, they went off on a honeymoon: Joe and
Irene, Morris and Ruth, the sweep of family this time
catching them up in happiness. When Joe returned it
was to his new home with Irene on Isabella, and to the
saga that awaited him with J. L. Gewurz, whose wife
welcomed his as much as her husband would embrace Joe.
J. L. Gewurz came to Canada in 1939. In the forties
he went into the textile business, and when his factory
burned down at the end of the decade, he went into real
estate. It was a business that suited him, for J. L.
Gewurz was never short of ideas when it came to developing
property, and the ideas were often very good. But Gewurz
was often short of cash, as if his vision was always
greater than his means to realize it. Joe Remer, on
the other hand, was not only able to appreciate good
ideas and develop some of his own, he was great at realizing
them. As far back as the Hivniv forests, he could see
what a deal implied, what a venture would cost, how
feasible an idea was in practice. And in that way, he
and Gewurz made an ideal partnership. They got involved
in the early fifties in a few joint ventures, buying
a parking lot on what then was called Burnside and today
has become 2020 University, an office and shopping complex
that straddles de Maisonneuve to the south and Ontario,
the former Burnside, to the north. They also bought
land on what has become the Trans-Canada, the highway
40 leading out to the West Island, although at that
time it was still a farm. Then, in 1955, J. L. Gewurz
approached Joe Remer to buy the Dominion Textile plant
at 3636 Notre Dame St. The price was a lot of money
at the time - $330,000 - and though the idea was to
turn the plant into a public warehouse, neither J. L.
nor Joe knew anything about the ins and outs of warehousing.
They only knew that aside from the warehouse on Van
Horne, there were no other such facilities in Montreal.
Also, the plant was located at the Port of Montreal
and the St. Lawrence Seaway was being built, which made
the idea seem appealing. Gewurz as usual didnt
have the money, but Joe Remer did. Even more important,
Joe had credit with David Neville at the Bank of Montreal.
Not only had the Remers made money over the years through
their different businesses, they had also built up an
excellent name, for whenever Joe had borrowed money
he had always repaid it on time. Adept at assessing
costs and returns far in advance of the operations,
Joe could count on meeting his obligations, often before
they were due. As his talent brought credit, and his
credit brought more, Joe was in a strong position to
finance those ventures that others would later say it
took a genius to see. They bought the Dominion Textiles
building and brought in Reg Goldsmith from Smith Transport
to run the warehousing. He in turn brought in Norman
Diggins, the manager at the Van Horne warehouse, and
Jack Fiddes, a Verdun car salesman whom he had known
from Smith Transport. They took over the building on
April 1 and immediately they could see it would have
to be fixed up to be made suitable for warehousing.
They would also need a railway siding to hook up with
the one the National Harbour Board ran at their back.
But that day they stood looking out at the St. Lawrence
River as a flotilla of ships made their way, flags raised,
over towards St. Lambert. It was the opening ceremony
to dredge the channel for the St. Lawrence Seaway, and
so Reg named their company-to-be Seaway Storage.
The National Harbour Board put a siding in and charged
them each time they used it. The sewers were reinforced
by digging 40 feet down, and in the process 40 foot
long B.C. fir timbers were hauled out of the water.
Their architects and contractors, Ship and Krakow, added
a five ton elevator you could enter with a pallet, and
put in a passenger elevator in the west part of the
building they thought to convert to a multi-tenant operation.
But the warehousing business did so well that they never
had to use it. Instead they soon acquired another building
at 2925 Ste. Catherine East, 70,000 unheated square
feet which they used mainly to service the Canadian
GE plant on Notre Dame East. And if that werent
enough, J. L. Gewurz suggested they buy Turcot Yards,
and Joe went along with that too, as well he could.
Seaway Storage was expanding and his credit was better
than ever. Although the entrepreneurial dynamic for
this real estate expansion came from J. L. Gewurz and
Joe Remer, Elo always remained a fifty percent partner
with Joe. Elo worked more on the floor, alongside the
men, showing them, with technique and by example, how
to improve productivity.
There was a family atmosphere to their way of doing
business. Every fork lift truck operator was valued,
and paid ten to fifteen cents more than the going hourly
rate. To bring Diggins over from Van Horne Warehousing
Reg had to promise him at least the same salary, and
since he was Diggins boss, he explained to Joe
he needed at least the equivalent. Joe gave it to him.
After six months of operations, Reg asked for shares
in the business, and not only for him, but for Norm
and Jack as well. Remer and Gewurz were prepared to
give Reg shares, but balked at giving them to Norm and
Jack. They preferred keeping ownership in Jewish hands
- that too was part of the family atmosphere - although
they assented when Reg took a cut in his share so that
the other two could participate as well. Towards the
three of them, however, Joe always showed himself to
be both trusting and generous, at various points lending
all three money when each needed cash to buy a house.
Indeed, once Reg told Joe that Jack needed $3000 to
buy a house or hed have to move to the country.
Joe told Reg to give him five and tell him to pay it
back when he could.
That indeed was Joe, careful in business, but discreet
and helpful to those in distress, and certainly mindful
of his friends. When he and Gewurz bought Delorimier
Downs in 1957, Joe brought in Arye Roth as a partner,
and made it easier for him to go to Israel when a decade
later they sold the property for a pretty penny. He
also brought in Morris Dalfen and Morris cousin
Isaac, along with Meyer Sand, when he and Gewurz bought
the Dominion Textile building. They were known as the
two percenters, and Joe took them in even when he and
Gewurz bought Nuns Island, which they did in 1955,
when the island was still an ice-battered piece of land
sitting alone in the St. Lawrence River. It was to prove
their most far-sighted venture, but by the time it started
to bring in money it was all that was left of the partnership.
Chapter Five
Partnerships are not easy ventures. In personal life
as in business, its hard to do with them and its
hard to do without. Gewurz and Remer were no exception.
By the early sixties they had decided to split. Joe
Remer offered Gewurz the choice between Turcot Yards
and Seaway Storage. J. L. Gewurz chose Turcot Yards,
having already bought 150,000 square feet as an annex
to it on his own. Joe bought him out in their Burnside
property and in the land on the Trans-Canada. Dalfen
and Sand stayed with Joe in Seaway Storage. A wise decision,
it turned out in the end, because Seaway Storage soon
took off, expanding far beyond the two warehouses in
Montreals east end.
Joe was now at the helm of a business which he relished.
He had already bought real estate. Now he could develop
it. One of their first ventures, for Goldsmith, Diggins
and Fiddes stayed with him, was to put up a building
for Union Carbide. For a while, Seaway Storage had been
handling their shipping, storing the plastic pellets
Union Carbide produced in Seaways Ste. Catherine
East building. But the operation was expensive. Union
Carbides plant started at Metropolitain Boulevard
and stretched all the way to the back river, the Riviere-des-Prairies.
It cost a fortune to haul their goods all the way down
to Ste. Catherine East. Instead, Joe, Reg, Norm and
Jack came up with a proposal to put up a building on
Leduc Boulevard, now known as Henri Bourassa, right
behind Union Carbide. That way they could roll right
up to the plant, transfer the goods to their hydraulic
powered trailers, and carry it across the road to store
in their proposed building. Fiddes went to Toronto to
explain to the vice-president how the operation would
save them 17 cents on every hundredweight. The only
thing he asked for was a five-year guarantee from Union
Carbide to give them the warehousing business as long
as they had business to give. Union Carbide agreed,
Hy Krakow and Harold Ship were called in as usual,
and soon they, Reg Goldsmith and the mayor of Montreal
were on television, sitting in the cab of a backhoe
that dug up the first piece of sod.
Originally, they were going to put up a 100,000 square
foot building, but Joe told them to put in a foundation
for one and half times that figure; and with the building
filled before the last wall went up, they kept on building
until 150,000 square feet were in place. Joe often told
Reg to build more, an attitude that, in retrospect,
seemed particularly far-sighted and shrewd, especially
with the cost at $3.80 a foot. But even $3.80 a foot
adds up. The warehouse on Leduc Boulevard cost over
$700,000, but as Joe often explained to Reg, he was
building with the Bank of Montreals money. And
building for the future, one eye always on how things
would look twenty years down the road. It took vision
and it took courage, and Joe Remer had both. Today the
little gravel road that was once Leduc Boulevard is
now the major thoroughfare crossing the northern end
of Montreal Island from east to west. And land Joe Remer
owned in a town no one then knew much about Riviere-des-Prairies
was not yet a part of Montreal - turned out to be a
small gold mine. For Joe had also bought land there,
for a housing development he wanted to put up.
One day, in the sixties, a buyer approached him and
offered him five cents a foot. Joe had his notary check
it out, suspicious that someone should offer him five
when it was only worth one. It turned out that the client
was a big German pharmaceutical company that had established
itself in Laval, but needed a piece of land in Riviere-des-Prairies
in order to get access to the oil refineries, to which
they would link up underwater. Joe told his notary to
ask for a dollar a foot, admitting he himself did not
have the hutzpah. In the end the land was sold for seventy-two
cents, and Joe could add savvy, if not hutzpah, to his
arsenal of qualities. It was all part of his flair,
but flair requires work and charm to succeed, and a
head that stays on its shoulders.
With the building up on Henri Bourassa and used to capacity,
Joe Remer and his associates turned their eyes westward.
At first they thought of the Trans-Canada, but although
the highway was in place, no companies had started to
rent there. Reg Goldsmith persuaded Joe to trade land
on the Trans-Canada with CN for land on Deschamps Boulevard
in Lachine, where they put up their next building, which
was also soon rented to capacity. With that building
full and the West Island becoming alive, they finally
decided to build on the Trans-Canada, and put up their
most modern building yet, this time with 300,000 square
feet. By then Joes friends at his synagogue started
to wonder if they shouldnt go into warehousing.
But warehousing wasnt their only business. At
first they had used Archie Wilcox Transport to do their
deliveries, but after they put up the Union Carbide
building the volume of their business expanded, and
all they still had was Tony Zarboni, Wilcoxs one
driver.
Fiddes, who had connections in Verdun, arranged for
Seaway to get a trucking license, and hired Zarboni
as their driver. In no time at all they had a dozen
trucks, Zarboni had become their dispatcher, and a new
company, Seaway Cartage had been born.
Joe was always receptive to new ideas and possibilities.
In the early sixties Jack Fiddes returned from an industrial
fair in Chicago with a report about a new garbage truck
he had seen, a dumpster with big steel arms in front
to pick up the garbage in drums. It was a brand new
concept at the time and he thought there was money to
be made in it. Joe agreed, and decided to form another
company, Containerized Refuse, but held off buying a
truck until they got their first contract. They started
with Dominion Rubber, moved on to Kraft Foods. Soon
they had three trucks and their customers were asking
them to expand to Toronto. With enough business to keep
them occupied twenty-four hours a day, and cartage and
warehousing operations to boot, something had to give.
But before they could decide on further expansion and
the structure needed to run it, Sanitary Refuse approached
them. The owner, seeing how in two years Containerized
Refuse had locked up industrial waste disposal contracts
and knowing the companys financial resources,
asked Jack Fiddes to dinner one evening at Le Reveillon
on Sherbrooke East. Jack soon found out it wasnt
only dinner he wanted to buy, but the whole company.
Jack called Reg, who came right over, and over a handshake
they sold the company.
In Containerized Refuse, Goldsmith and Fiddes had been
partners with Joe Remer and Associates, and when they
wanted to sell Joe did not object. In general, he gave
them a free hand to operate their businesses. If the
warehousing or trucking divisions required capital investments,
Joe did not stint. He would ask very acute questions
to make sure the investments were sound, and he would
follow operations by scrutinizing the monthly financial
statements. But as long as the businesses continued
to make money he didnt intervene, and the men
he relied on knew they could count on him for credit
and advice, not to mention an open mind when they thought
they had a good idea.
By the time Expo 67 came around, Seaway Storage
had five buildings with over a million square feet.
Their business was ripe for expansion. Goldsmith had
already suggested starting with Toronto, but when he
and Joe had gone there to look at land, Joe had been
reluctant to invest. The price of land was higher in
Toronto than in Montreal, and although Joe could take
risks, he could also be cautious until he was sure he
knew the terrain. Since Joe was reluctant to invest
his own money in a Toronto venture, the proposal was
raised to take Seaway public. Evaluators were called
in, who explained that although the company was doing
well, the debt load on the buildings was too high for
a public offering. At which point Storage Leaseholds
was formed, separating the real estate from the warehousing
operations. From then on, Storage Leaseholds leased
its buildings to Seaway Storage, and the profits from
the latter paid for the former. This arrangement also
ensured that if Seaway Storage was sold, Joe would still
hold onto his buildings, which he never would have agreed
to sell, for the buildings were the heart of his empire.
He had been putting them up, after all, since Hivniv.
And perhaps for that reason too, he was not overly interested
in expanding Seaway, which would have required a different
organization. Reg and Norm and Jack, on the other hand,
were ready to take the company across Canada. But they
needed capital beyond that which Seaway could generate
on its own, and expertise that lay in other cities.
With Joe reluctant to expand, the company never went
public, and the three began to look for a buyer. It
was Jack Fiddes who came up with one in Anthes Imperial,
a conglomerate based in Ste. Catherines, Ontario owned
by Bud Wilmot. Fiddes got to Anthes through Ross Johnson,
then vice-president of General Steelwares, one of Seaways
customers. Fiddes told Johnson they were looking to
expand into Ontario and Johnson sent him Dave Gallagher
from Anthes, who were looking for warehousing in Montreal.
After a little negotiating a deal was struck, and Anthes
bought Seaway Storage. Joe Remer was not eager to sell,
but Goldsmith and Diggins and Fiddes were, and they
pressured Joe, who finally agreed, especially since
he held onto his buildings. Norm and Jack sold their
shares in Storage Leaseholds, thought Reg did not, and
all three realized a handsome profit on the sale of
Seaway Storage. But they also got the chance to put
their vision into practice.
They went to work for Anthes Imperial and with the companys
backing, expanded into Ontario. Not too long after,
Molsons bought up Anthes, and with Joe Remers
employees still at the helm, Seaway finally expanded
right across Canada. By the time Molsons sold
their warehousing operation, Seaway-Midwest, as the
company was called, had annual sales of fifty to sixty
million dollars. Norm Diggins left before Fiddes and
Goldsmith, who eventually became president of Molsons
warehouse division. But he never forgot Joe Remer, whom
he continued to visit over the years. He was still a
minor partner in Storage Leaseholds, and before Reg
retired from Molsons he again became partners
with Joe Remer, when Joe bought the Hawker Siddley buildings
on Notre Dame. He had offered Norman Diggins to become
partners as well, but Diggins wasnt interested.
Reg was, but didnt have the money at the time.
Joe Remer told him not to bother about that, the Bank
of Montreal was as rich as ever. That too was Joe Remer,
content to know he had been a part of other peoples
happiness. He sold Seaway Storage before it reached
its full potential, but without his initial enterprise,
the seed would never have grown at all. And when it
came to seeds, Joe Remer sowed in many fields.
Chapter Six
In 1955, his son, Aaron, was born, and two years later,
his daughter, Pearl, and Joe Remer now made room for
the rhythms and claims of family. He worked long and
full days - his business empire was being put in place
- but evenings found him home at six and eating supper
with his wife and kids, and with his wifes mother
who lived with them. After dinner he would repair to
the white sofa in the living room, read the paper, talk
politics with his mother-in-law. Irene dealt with the
kids schooling, but Joe would chide them for a
spelling or math test when the mark was not up to scratch.
He himself had had to leave school at the age of eight,
so everything he knew was self-taught and acquired by
dint of effort and discipline. It made the gap between
parent and child a little harder to breach, especially
with his son who was bright and restless, a combination
that proved problematic in school at a time when little
was known about shpilkes, except to say of a boy that
he was sitting on them.
The child who read the encyclopedia by flashlight at
night gave his teachers enough trouble by day, such
that by the time secondary school rolled around, Aaron
found himself in Israel, attending an agricultural high
school. It was a major move, but one that enabled Aaron
to blossom. He graduated high school, completed a preparatory
year for the Haifa Technion, and was accepted into their
program of aeronautical engineering. Pearl was another
story. Her fathers daughter, second-born, she
found comfort being close to home and life, in general,
smoother. She followed Aaron to Young Israel, then moved
with him to the at the Share Zion Hebrew Day School.
High school she spent in Montreal, graduating from the
Hebrew
Academy.
Like so many fathers in the fifties, Joe Remer held
his kids close to his heart, yet kept himself at arms
length. In part, he was preoccupied. He had numerous
business deals going, and though business was the means
to care for his family, the business required attention.
Joe gave it, sometimes to the point of distraction,
often driving his kids right past their school and once
all the way down to Phillips Square before he realized
hed forgot to drop them off. And yet, perhaps
because he himself had been deprived of it, he valued
education highly, taught himself the Haggadah hed
never learned and the prayers that had flown along with
the alphabet into the Hivniv air. He studied Talmud
with Rabbi Hauer at the Hevra Kadisha, and his lips
moved devotedly if haltingly in accompaniment to the
synagogue chants. All the greater was his pride when
Aaron on occasion took a part in Sabbath services, performing
effortlessly at what his father valiantly laboured.
The Sabbath, indeed, was sacred, and off limits to business.
There was the Friday night meal, and shul in the morning
and evening, but the man who worked nearly six days
a week was also tired on the day of rest, and slept.
Thus did Joe Remer engulf his children in the embrace
of his unspoken love. Pearl would come and spill her
concerns into his generous ear. Aaron would keep his
eyes on the hallah knife to read how, over the Friday
blessing, his fathers hand registered worry or
relief. But Joe played his cards close to his chest,
shielding his family from his business concerns and
sometimes from his love, sometimes finding it easier
to talk to Aarons friends about that which he
couldnt talk to Aaron, the age-old story of a
fathers fear for what shall befall his son. Up
at his retreat in Ste. Agathe, Joe Remer would talk
to Freddie Inhaber, Berthas nephew and one of
Aarons closest Laurentian friend, about more than
the insurance policies he needed for his buildings:
how Aaron will settle down, how hell learn the
value of a dollar, whether hell marry a Jewish
wife. Like all parents, Joe Remer searched his own life
for solutions, and like all parents, he could have worried
less.
But if life with father wasnt all play, it wasnt
bread and water either. Sundays Joe Remer would take
his kids swimming at the Y, then they might go to look
at some buildings. At one point or other they would
visit the family: Salka and Avrum on Northcrest, or
Elo and Bertha on Wilderton Crescent, though usually
it was the three Klar sisters and their families, who
by that time had moved to Chomedey, where they all lived
on Franklin Drive. It was the nicest street, Joe Remer
used to say, with its high concentration of family that
to Joe always meant extended. Sonny Altman, who married
Helen Klar, worked for Seaway Storage until it was sold.
When Ruth, Elos daughter, got married in 1962,
Joe took an active interest in the wedding, and set
her husband, David Harel, up in business, importing
gold jewellery and watches. David Harel was himself
related to the Remers through his father, who was a
Judenberg. Saturdays, David would visit Joe in his Hampstead
house on Briardale, sit in the basement with its brown
leather couch and Indian carpet and giant but closed
television screen, and there in the room that was definitely
Joes, the two men would discuss Torah.
In the early sixties Joe Remer bought a new house in
Ste. Agathe. This enabled the family to go up north
even during winters, which usually meant the Christmas
vacation. Summers, Ste. Agathe was a definite retreat,
and there too it was extended family, for Joes
brother and sister were not far away. In the summer
Joe would take two weeks off. The rest of the time he
and Irene would come up on Thursdays, while the kids
stayed all week under the watchful eye of their grandmother.
Even when Aaron went to Israel, he would return for
a few weeks of summer, bringing an Israeli friend in
tow to what was a country family compound of sorts,
even with the houses somewhat apart. For Joe it was
a place to relax and socialize. Mornings he would putter
around in search of things to repair. Afternoons friends
would come over for cards and conversation. His and
Irenes closest circle of friends gravitated around
Ste. Agathe. There were the Richlers, the Seemans, and
the Sokoloffs, the Leibman boys, Freddie Inhaber and
Danny Miller, not to mention the expanding Remer family.
Some were partners, most were business associates of
one kind or another, though the link between them all
was the little shul in Ste. Agathe that at one point
was a thriving Jewish institution with impressive funds
in the bank. It hadnt always been so. In the early
days they had even once had trouble attracting a rabbi,
for the rabbi who applied had not found the mehitza
high enough. There was a big discussion about what to
do, but Joe Remer simply said to make it higher and
he would pay for it. If the rabbi, who needed the job,
could put his principles before his salary, Joe couldnt
see why they should hedge over a question of money.
It was not the only matter under debate, but Joes
simple and gracious logic carried the day. The mehitza
went up and the rabbi was hired. Thus Joe, whose heart
was deeper than his pockets, made his modest way through
life.
But even a modest man learns to change his habits, at
least somewhat, and especially when the prodding comes
from his little girl. Her parents didnt tend to
go out much, but Sunday evenings, at Pearls request,
slowly became a time for going to restaurants. They
did, however, travel. By the time Pearl was ten, the
family spent Christmas vacations in Florida, where Pearl
and her dad would take in a fifty-cent movie at the
Martinique Hotel. But even before that her parents would
spend part of the winter away from Montreal, six weeks
in Israel, perhaps another six in Mexico. Mrs. Weinstein
senior, no longer running the Turcot Yards restaurant,
was there to keep the home fires burning.
Israel was a long-standing attachment. As early as 1948,
Joe had visited the country, only to find the Belzcer
Rebbe who straight away asked whether he had remembered
to put on his teffilin. The attachment was as old as
Hivniv, where Yehuda Remer had been an active Zionist,
and the new state of Israel, the Zionist dream come
true, was a part of his past come alive. Metaphorically,
but also physically, for it was home to relatives and
friends who also harked back to Hivniv days, gathering
in those remnants of Israel that had managed to escape
the Holocaust. There were the Rimons and the Reisners,
the Judenbergs and the Latners, Feivel Klughopt and
Asher Kleinspitz, Ortner, Zack and Roth. They lived
in Haifa and Netanya, in Petah-Tikva and Tel-Aviv. Their
links were those of blood and childhood, of Hivniv and
Ahva, separate and together, and the claims they had
on each other were as old as the disputes they didnt
readily give up. But the bonds were fast and unbreakable,
as Joe Remer recognized, smoothing rough feelings over
even here and helping those in need as best he could.
Bertha too, for the links that were now Miller and Remer
in Canada wove their threads equally among the Israeli
diaspora of their youth. To this day people remember
the refrigerators that soon followed a visit by Joe
or Bertha, or the parties at the old Savoy Hotel that
would mark their reunions. On more than one occasion
in those early years, Joe considered investing in Israel,
but government regulations at that time would not have
permitted him majority ownership, and there Joe drew
the line between charity and business. Over the years,
he and Irene would return again and again, the baths
at Sodom and the Dead Sea being a fixed and stellar
attraction. And once Aaron was there, Passover in Israel
became a family tradition. For Irene also had family
in Israel, cousins by the name of Koch, and their home
became Aarons second home for the time he spent
in the country.
Mexicos attraction was also the baths. There was
the spa at Ixtapan de la Sal, and there were friends
they had met through J. L. Gewurz, the Ecksteins, to
whom Gewurz was related by marriage. They went for Bar-Mitzvahs,
and they went for weddings, and Joe also once went for
a business investment that never quite turned out. He
lent the Ecksteins money for a real estate development
that wound up being expropriated without compensation,
and Joe was left holding promissory notes he never could
redeem. But success in business has to allow for ventures
that dont always work out, and Joes success
was such that this was one he could absorb. Thanks,
in part, to Nuns Island, which, ironically enough,
was to become Joes greatest financial asset. That
investment too was fraught with risk, the greatest risk
he ever ran, and there, too, J. L. Gewurz played a role,
which this time went far beyond making introductions.
Chapter Seven
In the same year that Aaron was born, J. L. Gewurz met
a man called Colin Gravenor, an English gentlemen with
an eye for women and dapper tailoring and a sparkle
that could light up the average office. Gravenor had
a proposition. The Congregation of Notre Dame was looking
to sell Nuns Island, an immense piece of land
- some 4 million square metres - that sat in the St.
Lawrence River, just off the main island of Montreal
where the cities of Montreal and Verdun meet up. J.
L. Gewurz shut his eyes and saw the future, because
at that time the island was not only barren; it lacked
any connection to the mainland. There was no bridge,
no road, no link that would make the word development
even enticing. Unless, of course, one could imagine
the future. J. L. could, but as usual he didnt
have cash, nor the credit with which to raise it. And
so again he approached the man who could. Joe Remer
listened, shut his eyes as well, and soon he, Gewurz
and Gravenor were three-way partners in a venture that
took even more than vision. Gumption. Confidence. The
Tevya-like ability to talk with God. And a name worth
gold at the Bank of Montreal.
But even for Joe Remer, Nuns Island almost proved
to be too much. Colin Gravenor was the first to crack
under its pressure. They had bought the island for a
million and a half dollars, but without a land link
to Montreal, there was little they could do with it.
Still, they had to pay taxes, and interest on the loan,
and the debt burden soon made itself felt. Gravenor
wanted out, and Sherburn, the company owned jointly
by Gewurz and Remer, bought him out. But Gewurz too
was strapped for cash, and sold some of his equity to
the Gruss family in New York City, leaving Remer Holdings
as the single largest shareholder. Which left Joe Remer
with a virtual controlling interest and decision-making
responsibility, though here, as elsewhere, he took his
brother Elo in as a full partner.
In 1961, the federal government built the Champlain
Bridge, and in exchange for use of some of their land
in the construction of the bridge, the government paid
them $700,000 and built an access road to the island.
Access was further improved with the construction of
the Decarie Expressway, which also provided them with
some cash in exchange for use of the island as a place
to dump the landfill. But perhaps most important, in
order to prepare for Expo 67, the Worlds
Fair hosted by the City of Montreal on St. Helens
Island and the newly created Ile Notre Dame, an ice
dam was built out in the St. Lawrence to prevent the
ice which built up each year from flooding them. Nuns
Island benefited as well, and now was ripe for development.
But even Joe Remer was approaching the end of his rope.
For perhaps the first and only time in his life, his
business ventures threatened to overwhelm him. For ten
years they had been paying taxes and interest with no
cash coming in. Nuns Island seemed like a bottomless
pit threatening to siphon off all his successes. Joe
kept his worries to himself for the most part, unwilling
to bring his business home, but even he knew sometimes
you needed a little luck Fortunately, luck came,
with a little help from his associates.
Arthur Garmaise, a lawyer who was also Gewurzs
son-in-law, was referred by the Gruss family to a Chicago
company, Metropolitan Structures, as a potential investor
in Nuns Island. At first, they didnt respond,
but when Arthur tried again in 1965, the Chicago developer
showed interest. A deal was put in place whereby Metropolitan
Structures leased the island, assumed all expenses,
but had no rent to pay for the first ten years of their
lease. This stopped the hemorrhaging on Remer and Gewurz,
but the solution did not prove long-lasting. The Chicago
developer hired Garnet Oulton, an engineer with the
City of Verdun, to help them put up their first units,
and by 1975 there were 2500 of them in place. By then,
Metropolitan Structures had to start to pay rent to
Quebec Home & Mortgage, as the Nuns Island
company was first called. But they too discovered that
taxes were high. Moreover, the City of Verdun had not
allowed them to deduct from their taxes the costs for
all the infrastructure they had put in. By 1978, Metropolitan
Structures had trouble meeting its payments and invoked
a clause in the original agreement by which the owner
could be asked to co-sign a mortgage, using the property
as collateral. That way they hoped to raise the money
needed to continue building. But Joe Remer didnt
want to sign and put the whole property in jeopardy.
Negotiations then ensued between Remer and Ben Levis
of Metropolitan Structures. They were long and complicated,
and most parties to them agree it took two such subtle
and astute men for an agreement to be reached.
In the end, provisions were made for the Chicago company
to deposit money with Quebec Home for the value of the
land on which they wanted to build, in exchange for
the security needed to raise a mortgage. For the undeveloped
land, the major part of the island, the old lease was
scrapped and a new one put in place, allowing each of
the parties to sell land to a third one, but granting
each the prior right to buy the land at half the price
bid. They could also buy and develop land jointly, but
that never happened. It took a while for the agreement
to be put in place, because Metropolitan Structures
insisted that the courts first confirm their emphyteutic
lease, such leases at the time being highly contested.
Confirmation came, the agreement was put in place, and
development finally came to Nuns Island.
It still took a while. One development went up but did
not succeed financially. When Metropolitan Structures
proposed selling the same buyer another piece of land
to put up a second project, Sammy Gewurz, J. L.s
son, who by then was handling the Gewurz interests on
Nuns Island, approached Joe with a proposal to
build it themselves. Sammy had experience in marketing
developments through his own company, Proment, and he
suggested asking Sol Polachek, of Magil Construction,
to join them as builder. Joe agreed, and though the
real estate market collapsed with high interest rates
in the early eighties, it soon bounced back. Within
a decade numerous projects had been completed at a cost
of millions of dollars, many of which garnered awards
for construction, development and marketing. The initial
investment of a million and a half dollars had turned
into megabucks, but J. L. Gewurz, who had moved to Israel
in the late seventies, never lived to see those returns,
and even Joe Remer died before all the chickens had
come home to roost.
The wait was indeed long, and like all long waits, it
brought its share of pain. Even the luck that brought
Metropolitan Structures their way had its price tag,
for a dispute arose over Garmaises role that found
its way to the courts. Garmaise claimed that commission
was due him for bringing Metropolitan Structures onto
the island, whereas Joe Remer felt he was doing nothing
more than what any director of the beleaguered company
should be doing. When the agreement was signed bringing
the Chicago developer on board, it was stipulated that
Arthur was to be paid a fee. Joe Remer signed, but stated
his opposition and promised he would contest the claim.
When ten years later Metropolitan Structures started
paying rent, Arthur claimed his commission. J. L. Gewurz
paid Arthur his part of what was owing, but Joe refused.
Arthur went to court, as he did again when the 1978
agreement changed the terms of the original one, and
the court ruled in his favour. The whole incident left
a bitter taste, family claims and moral principle again
entwined in business dealings. And underneath it all,
the hurt that lingered still from the dissolution of
the Remer and Gewurz partnership in Seaway Storage and
Turcot Yards.
But pain also is a two-way street, and underneath dispute,
a strange and hard form of love beats its sinuous way.
J. L. Gewurz, by all accounts, never quite got over
his sense of loss when Joe dissolved their partnership.
For his part, if Joe Remer went to court over Gewurzs
son-in-laws commission - the only time he had
recourse to such action - he too never quite got over
a certain sense of betrayal. And yet the partnership
lived on, not only because Nuns Island was an
investment too complicated to dissolve, but also because
the two men built something more than money. Out of
the ashes of a common past they were hoping to build
a future and so repair what had long ago been broken,
there on another continent that was their barely known
childhood, yet long enough known for the roots to take
hold. And so, on barren terrain purchased from a congregation
of nuns, the two men toughed it out, transplanting roots
and waiting for them to take hold in the time it takes
tradition to pass from one generation to the next. Sammy
Gewurz picked up where his father left off, did what
his father could no longer do, and Joe Remer welcomed
him as if he welcomed a son. Sammy brought him bagels
and coffee, and Joe gave him advice and consent. And
when Joe was no longer there, his own son and son-in-law
took up the slack. Aaron now oversees the Remer Groups
holdings, Milan sits in the Nuns Island offices,
and Sammy Gewurz, one floor below, works on projects
they develop together. The partnership is alive and
thriving, after all.
Chapter Eight
Nuns Island aside, life went on with its own ups
and downs. In 1969, Esther, Bertha and Elos other
daughter, got married at the Shaar Hashamayim to a man
she met in Israel. But less than a year later Bertha
herself passed away, on the second day of Shavuot, the
Jewish holiday where thanks is given for having received
the Torah and which the Jews of Hivniv marked by their
annual contribution of wood to the synagogue. Over the
years Bertha had become more devout, affiliating herself
with the Lubavitchers and bringing Elo and Joe in her
wake. Joe, though a member of Hevra Kadisha synagogue
and an admirer of Montreal Chief Rabbi Hirshprung, nonetheless
felt drawn as well to Rabbi Kramer the Lubavitcher.
It was perhaps the warring tensions in his soul that
brought him into Rabbi Kramers orbit. On the one
hand, his hard-headed realism, that even in Rabbi Hauers
Talmud classes always led him to question; on the other,
his fierce loyalty to the tradition of Sinai that passed
from one Shavuot to the next. Thus it was that on the
Shavuot when Bertha died, Joe found himself on Kent
Street, holding his tearful brother Elo in his arms,
as they stopped by Rabbi Kramers house to consult
him on certain points of halaha.
Not long after Elo moved to Israel, as did his two daughters
and their families. Joe helped Elo to sell his house,
and when Elo returned to Canada a few years later accompanied
by his new wife, Toby, Joe had them stay with him until
Elo found a suitable house. It was through Toby, as
things worked out, that Joes daughter Pearl met
her husband, Milan Bratin. They were married in 1978,
also at the Shaar Hashamayim synagogue. For Pearl, ever
since she had seen her cousin Esther married in that
shul, had decided that would be the place for her wedding
too. Since Joe belonged to Hevra Kadisha, he did ask
his daughter twice if she were sure about the Shaar,
but more than that he did not insist.
Happiness was in no small part being able to give your
daughter what she wanted. Pearl returned his love in
kind. When shortly thereafter she wanted to get a job,
her father lined up an interview for her at Israel Bonds.
The day she was going for the interview Joe asked her
not to go, claiming he hadnt worked all his life
for his daughter to have to do so as well. Pearl also
did not insist, went home, and started to raise a family.
Milan was brought into the family business. Diamonds,
at first, as was Joes wont. Milan even took a
gemology course, but diamonds was not to his liking,
and he soon moved over to help Gerry Weinstein at the
Fleur de Lys warehousing operation. Fleur de Lys was
part of the industrial complex on Notre Dame that Joe
Remer purchased from Hawker Siddely in 1975. Hawker
Siddely was looking to sell, but was asking at least
ten million dollars for its property. Joe wound up buying
it for a quarter that price, again with the Bank of
Montreals money, but dissatisfied with the former
administrator, he needed someone to operate it. Reg
Goldsmith, whom he had brought in as a minor partner,
was still working for Molsons at the time. Irene,
Joes wife, suggested her brother, Gerry Weinstein,
who was then working for Steinbergs. Gerry at
first refused, but then relented, and came over to manage
what is now known as Cite de lIndustrie, the largest
single multi-tenant industrial facility in Quebec. Then,
to round out the family circle, Joe brought his son,
Aaron, in as well.
Aaron had been studying in Israel, preparing for his
engineering course by doing a preparatory year in Haifa,
and doing it in Hebrew alongside his Israeli counterparts,
rather than, like most foreign students, following the
English language stream. This made his acceptance into
the Technion an achievement of considerable distinction,
but Joe Remer wanted his son close and the purchase
of Notre Dame Industrial was also his way of saying
so. Although he had sold Seaway Storage some years ago,
Joe had kept an interest in warehousing in a building
on Grey Nun Street he had bought with Manny Dalfen.
When he bought the complex on Notre Dame, Joe shifted
his warehousing operation to his new building and brought
Aaron in to work there. He started on the ground floor
under the supervision of Frank Kimber, Joes warehousing
foreman for many years, and in no time at all was the
best forklift truck driver in the place. He then moved
on to purchasing agent for Notre Dame Industrial, under
Gerry Weinsteins supervision, but like father,
like son being a universal truth, Aaron quickly needed
his own domain, and took over responsibility for warehousing.
He negotiated the sale of the Grey Nun building and
baptized what theyd concentrated on Notre Dame
as Fleur de Lys Warehousing. Gradually Aaron became
involved with Nuns Island, especially as his dad
started experiencing health problems. As Aaron left
Fleur de Lys, his brother-in-law Milan took over as
general manager, although in time he too moved over
to Nuns Island, managing daily operations and
stock investments for the Remer Group holdings.
Joe Remer didnt need Notre Dame Industrial for
financial reasons, except perhaps in the way a businessman
always needs more business. But he did need it for family
reasons, having decided that after all these years of
doing everything in partnership with his brother, for
once he wanted to set up a business whose beneficiaries
would be his immediate family, and they alone. It was
a fathers decision, not a brothers, but
Elo had trouble understanding, and just for once a cloud
of pain darkened the two brothers sky. Human,
all too human, on one side like the other, but the hurt
never stopped the love and the bond continued strong.
It was the late seventies. Elo would visit Israel often
in those years to see his family new and old, while
Joe waited impatiently for his return, rushing to his
office at Phillips Square when he knew Elo would be
back, there to take his brother in his arms and bask
in his own smile, as he stepped back to look at the
man with whom, so long ago, he had walked to Belzc and
back.
Chapter Nine
In 1981 Joe Remer purchased a condominium in Miami.
He and Irene had done some traveling, to Israel, to
Mexico, to Italy, often with Joe and Bessie Miller,
but now their main time away from Montreal was spent
in winters down in Florida, where Joes house stood
opposite the Lubavitcher shul. Pearl and her growing
family - a son, Jacob and a daughter, Rochelle - would
join them for part of the time. In Montreal, Joe and
his wife went out a little more, taking in restaurants
and movies, but social life on the whole still tended
to centre around their close circle of friends, the
Saturday night card game, and of course the house in
Ste. Agathe, which for Joe was the country counterpart
of Sputz and Remer Diamonds. Up north he could paint
and hammer, and talk to the caretaker, Mr. Gaussiran,
about the best way to fix what was broken. Or he would
sit and rock on the front porch swing and talk to the
younger generation, now that some of his friends were
gone. He could have traveled more, but it never quite
worked out, and so he did what he knew best and kept
on at his business.
There were many of them, but slowly Joe was winding
down. He sold Sputz his share in the diamond business
and moved his office to the Notre Dame complex. Reg
Goldsmith, now retired from Molsons, had also
moved into an office there, and the two men would sit
and talk. His sister, Salka, started to develop Alzheimers,
and that nearly broke Joes heart. Then he too
developed heart problems and was put on medication.
With Elo Joe made arrangements to ensure he had control
of their joint holdings, Elo himself reluctant to leave
decision-making in his own childrens hands. Even
with his tenants Joe started to take precautions. For
years he had rented some land out back of Notre Dame
Industrial to a trucker named Bob Garfield on nothing
more than a handshake. Now Joe decided to give him a
lease until the year 2002. The rent, he insisted, should
stay the same, and the lease would ensure that it would.
That too was Joe Remers style: part business,
part charity, part good old-fashioned affection for
someone who sparked it in him. Bob Garfield had started
off with one truck and a couple of trailers when he
first came to Joe in 1975 in search of a couple of hundred
square feet of land where he could park his vehicles.
As his business grew, he needed more land, and started
to cut down the trees out back, leaving a wall of trees
in front that hid the chain saws work. When Gerry
Weinstein discovered what was going on, he nearly hit
the roof, but Joe, when told, never said a word, only
came by to admire the handiwork. Perhaps he saw a kindred
spirit, recognized in Garfields gumption something
of his own, and remembered the subterfuges to which
he had recourse back in the Polish countryside. For
when the City of Montreal was building the metro and
looking for a place to dump the rock it tunneled out
of the ground, a contractor showed up asking Garfield
if they could dump it on the land he was renting from
Joe. Garfield agreed, if the contractor would clear
away the trees. The deal was struck, and Garfields
yard was soon leveled at no cost to him. But since contractors
dont show up out of thin air, Bob Garfield suspects
to this day it was Joe Remers benevolence that
had sent the man his way.
It was a story typical of so many others that circulated
about Joe Remers name. His charity was constant
and discreet, for he knew as Maimonides did that anonymity
is its highest form. And lived what was said in the
Ethics of the Fathers: pious is he who gives such that
others give too. Once, for example, Bob Garfield asked
Joe to get him some diamond studs for his wife. Joe
told him they would cost $8000, but when Bob went to
pick up the diamonds, there was a note in the box telling
him the cost was only $4000, hed managed to get
a good deal. A week later the telephone rang. It was
Joe, asking for a $4000 donation to the Hebrew Free
Loan. And that was Joe. He didnt haggle and he
didnt beg. A price agreed was the price paid,
but when a notary or lawyer or real estate agent closed
a deal with Joe Remer, he could expect a request for
a donation to his favourite charity. If times were rough,
Joe would reach into his pockets and come up with the
capital himself. Not only his own, but his friends
too, as once he and Joe Schreter did when the Hebrew
Free Loan had more requests than its funds could allow
it to satisfy.
Then there were the times when friends and acquaintances
needed money and had only Joe to turn to. Sometimes
the sums needed were large, as it was the time Joe phoned
his bank from his Miami home to have them put his name
to a six-figure cheque that saved a man from bankruptcy.
Other times the sum was small, but the need every bit
as great. A man once had to sell his business because
his wife was going blind and he needed the money to
take her to Boston for an operation. When he returned,
he had nothing to his name. He approached Joe Remer,
who approached a friend, and together they found the
man a truck, paid a couple of months rent on an
apartment, and gave him money to start anew. Five months
later the man returned to repay some of the money, but
Joe instructed Gerry Weinstein not to take a penny,
simply to tell the man that if he could, one day down
the road he should help someone else. The man sat in
Gerry Weinsteins office and cried.
Someone once said that to Joe life was business, but
Joe made business a source of life. One Passover eve
Joe Remer got wind that a man was having financial difficulties.
He drove to his house at 11 p.m. and gave the man an
envelope with money for the festival. Then there was
the woman whose Jewish divorce Joe arranged when her
estranged husband proved refractory. Two stories among
many, and all of them known by less than a handful of
people. But Joe knew we couldnt take our money
with us. Besides, he would ask, how long are we here
for?
It was a question all the more apt as the eighties flew
by. Joe, now 70, came home one day from a pinochle game
complaining his arm was hurting. An angiogram having
revealed his arteries were blocked, he underwent bypass
surgery. Two years later he was blocked again and more
surgery was called for. When Pearl would visit him at
the hospital they would kibbitz about the new home she
and Milan were having built. He would ask if the hole
were dug and she would answer the roof was going on.
Each of them knew life was ending and starting, as it
always had. Aaron had married the year earlier. Pearl
had given birth to her second daughter. Salka, Joes
sister, was admitted to the hospital. The night before
his operation Joe called his family to his bedside.
He didnt want to wind up like Salka, he told them,
there was enough money for everyone, family above all.
He underwent the operation on a Wednesday. The operation
went well and Aaron stood by him in the recovery room,
his father gripping his hand for dear life, his eyes
barely open. Then Aaron was ushered out. The next thing
he knew his father had died, unable to breathe once
the tubes were taken out. His beloved sister Salka,
whom the doctors had not expected to survive twenty-four
hours, outlived him by another eight years. Avrum, her
husband, also enjoyed a few more years grace,
and Elo a few more after him. Joe had done all he could
for those he had never ceased to cherish.
His funeral was standing room only. People came and
came, Jew and Gentile alike, surprised to find each
other there, you too knew Joe Remer the unstated exclamation
in their eyes. But he had helped and befriended so many
people, and all so quietly, that it was only when they
came to pay their respects that they could see the scope
of the mans kindness and take the measure of his
now stopped heart.
Chapter Ten
Before he died Joe left instructions that people whom
he had helped in his lifetime not be asked to repay
their loans. It was one more act of kindness, this time
from the other side. It was also a piece of parental
advice, given in his inimitable way. The combination
was typical Joe Remer: quietly domineering, tyrannically
ethical, as often happens when force of character meets
up with the charitable impulse. Joe Remer kept a phone
book in his head, and when he hadnt spoken to
someone in a while, hed pick up the phone and
dial their number just to see whats up. People
in their turn would drop in to see him and check out
their business proposals. Joe would never say do this
or that. Hed sit and listen and ask how the family
was, and by the time his visitor left, hed have
come to the conclusion on his own. It was the same with
his advice to the rising generation. Milan and Sammy
and Sheldon Leibman learned about stocks listening to
Joe and watching him operate. Joe never gave answers,
but he did give hints. You make your money when you
buy, he would say. Or, two heads are not better than
one, two heads are more than one! Aaron had learned
this long ago when, as a youngster, he had been taught
the answers were something to come up with on his own.
Why else, his father asked, was he going to school?
There was something fiercely ethical about the man.
When he bought the Hawker Siddely buildings, he insisted
on explaining to his two good friends, Joe Schreter
and Sam Sokoloff, that he had not gone behind their
backs, since a few years earlier they had tried, unsuccessfully,
to buy the buildings together. For years Joe had driven
an old Chrysler until finally Irene persuaded him it
was not a crime to own a Cadillac. Perhaps because,
a self-made millionaire, he could do with so little
himself, he thought it quite appropriate for Aaron to
drive a beat-up Toyota and live on a small allowance.
Irene, on the other hand, loved art, and filled her
house with it. Though first to give, he was last to
accept public honours, stepping aside, as at the Hebrew
Free Loan, so others could enjoy the prestige of the
senior post. Perhaps too he felt some unease at being
in the public spotlight, always awed by the education
he missed and humbled by the lack he felt.
Not that he lacked anything when it came to sizing up
men and their deals.
The stories here too tell of a legend. There was that
time he made an offer on the Pan Am building in New
York, and it took the computers to figure out if what
he proposed was sound for the buyers. Or negotiating
with Metropolitan Structures on refinancing Nuns
Island, it was Joe who came up with the ingenious formula,
so intricate that his lawyer had to go to his office
and check out the math for himself. Once, too, an acquaintance
came by with a proposal to buy the Place Ville-Marie
parking concession. The man had worked with a friend
for a week on the figures and came to Joe with the bid
they were about to submit for upwards of a $100,000.
It took Joe ten minutes to check the figures before
writing them a cheque. Young whippersnappers just out
of college had trouble believing such a sharp mind was
lodged in this humble personage. One of Joes lawyers
remembers an occasion when an MBA came to speak to him
about a shopping center he was going to build, proud
that hed be purchasing the land at 25 cents a
foot. Joe looked at him and told him he thought it was
a great idea, especially since land he owned bordered
the back of the proposed project, and now would be worth
75 cents a foot. But it was not only figures at which
Joe was adept. He had this knack of picking just the
man he needed to do a job. He found Reg Goldsmith when
warehousing seemed but a good idea, and Gerry Weinstein
when he needed someone for the Hawker Siddely place.
He was generous with his money, but not foolhardy, and
to requests he judged wouldnt work out, he did
say no and stuck to it. The emotional fallout was not
always pleasant, but Joe could ride it out, confident
in his judgment, confident too in the knowledge his
actions never stemmed from malice.
It was like that with his family. It was like that with
his business associates, who mostly were like family.
He and Klar invested together, and he and Klar divested
together, but nothing stopped them all that time from
going to the shvitz together. What he failed to do with
Gewurz senior he did with Gewurz junior, but at family
celebrations on either side, guests could see both older
men. A quarter of a century after his brother left the
Miller family business, Joe and Irene found themselves
at Joe Millers parents fiftieth wedding
anniversary. And even difficulties with his brother
Elos daughter, Ruthie, didnt carry over
into family reunions. Tax arrangements required her
signatures on papers that were sent annually to Israel,
but the signatures always tarried and Joes frustration
increased, which had something to do with the final
arrangements Joe and his brother Elo made. But if the
signatures didnt always come when expected, Ruthie,
like his other nieces, would find herself at the Remer
table when Passover found her in Montreal. And when
Aaron took over stewardship of the Remer holdings, a
potentially difficult situation was defused, showing
once again how beneath surface tensions the solid bonds
of family triumphed, for the roots Joe Remer had carefully
planted went deep indeed.
And not only planted, but cultivated, consciously and
unconsciously, as if business was familys second
skin, or vice versa. For Joe Remer was at the center
of a continuous network of relationships that always
seemed to come full circle. It started with him and
his brother and radiated outward. Cared for at the beginning,
Joe ended up doing his caring in turn. What Elo and
Bertha gave to him, he returned later to Elo and Toby,
and Toby brought him Milan, and Milan brought him a
home for his daughter that was kosher in the widest
sense of the term. And so one day toward the end of
his life, Joe left a million dollar business deal to
attend his grandsons hockey game, admitting to
his daughter he had now learned to do what earlier he
had thought inconceivable.
Like all lives, his was a story, and like all stories,
a thread winds through it that even the hero perceives
only as a glimmer. Did Joe Remer know, when he brought
Gerry Weinstein on board, that Irene and Gerrys
brother-in-law, Sol Polachek, would one day work hand
in glove with Sammy Gewurz to develop a part of Nuns
Island? Could he foresee the day his son Aaron would
develop world-wide sophisticated communications projects,
while keeping his eye on the family legacy as CEO of
the Remer Group companies? Could he hear the future
whisper its thanks as the Hebrew Academy received a
donation from Joe Remers kids in honour of their
father? Would it interest him to know that the little
Eckstein boy, now become a man, still remembers the
tallis Joe gave him for his Bar-Mitzvah? Or that Fausto
Miranda, the Mexican lawyer for whom the failed business
deal is now a hazy memory, can still recall what a gentleman
Joe Remer was? Or that Sheldon Leibman, whose sons
Bar-Mitzvah Joe attended the day he entered the hospital
for the last time, to this day remembers how, walking
back along the lake after talking with Joe at his house
up in Ste. Agathe, he was left with the feeling hed
been talking to a saint? Things radiated out from him,
was the way he would put it. Even Mr. Gaussiran, the
caretaker up north, remembers how Joe Remer died with
his dream of opening a retirement home on land he owned
in Ste. Sophie and St. Jerome unrealized.
Birds, his wife said, Joe Remer loved birds. He didnt
like animals. Dogs reminded him of Europe, where as
a boy hed endured their attacks. But birds he
found beautiful, small and light and flying around in
the high air. A strange love, perhaps, for a man with
his feet so firmly on the ground. And yet not, for early
on he had come to know what a paradox life is, some
fierce and strange combination where one always does
more and less than one could, more and less than one
even hoped for: hallah on the Friday night table, a
roof over ones family, a trousseau for ones
sister, a million dollars for ones brother, thanks
to God, charity to the men and women who look up at
the sky and watch, as you do, birds whirl in the dizzying
light.
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