“I went to the next cubicle, and there were onions, bags and bags of onions. The other guy had to peel potatoes all day long. The sergeant said to the other guy, ‘Come with me.’ There was a cubicle, and inside it were piles of potatoes, bags and bags of potatoes. “We went to the mess hall at 5 in the morning. I thought that I would have to guard the kitchen with a gun at my side, but it was not that at all. “You had to look at the bulletin board every day to see what your duty was going to be the next day. “It was a cold winter, and we slept in tents,” Mr. Feinberg’s father and his uncle had become building contractors, and he worked with them. The war was coming closer, the harmonica wave had crested, and it was time. But in 1940, his parents called him home. But every time she passed me, she’d say, ‘Hello, Harry.’”) He never went back to high school. “Her chauffeur was backstage with her to hold her hand and led her whenever she was ready to go on stage. We worked with Mischa Auer, and Mae West. That was Old Hollywood, the place of black-and-white glamour and dangerous glittery prewar dreams. The group went to Hollywood, where they appeared in movies. Harry Feinberg spent a few years playing with the Harmonica Rascals. An excerpt from the article “From Minsk, to Hollywood, to Buchenwald” by Joanne Palmer, originally appearing in the “Jewish Standard”, reprinted with permission Harry Feinberg
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