About Bernard Jack "Ben" Ellner
(a self-biographical sketch by Ben)
I was born on August 7, 1897 and was a very heavy baby. Most of the time Uncle Dave got the assignment to carry me. He did and told me time and time again, how when he passed a man with a beard, I would look at the man , turn to Uncle Dave, crook the first finger of my right hand, and make a sound like, ZZZZZZZZZ. He would laugh and the tears streamed down his face. Went to private kindergarten , and I still see in my mind's eye my walking up the few steps near Houston Street, the school was on Ludlow Street, up the street from the Ellner Pharmacy. A Mrs. Darlington and a Mrs. Schwartz were the teachers. Then to public school on Essex Street, then to another P.S. (#25) on 5th Street, from which I graduated. I would play the piano at special affairs, Poet and Peasant and etc. Remembered, one time that some one turn the pages for me, and Mrs. Price volunteered. She was tall, beautiful grey hair, and had a black dress on. I also played in H.S. in the music classes and when I had the urge would hit a clinker on the piano and Ms. Tracy the music teacher would get furious, ball me out, then send me to the principals office, Mr. Dengby. On to college, and again when there were class dinners, I would alternate playing piano with Dave Sokol. My ties as today were were never dull. When Cyrrell was about 2-years-old, we drove to Atlantic City, on the boardwalk met Dr. Diener, Dean, he looked at mother, said "we could always tell when your husband was coming to class, for we could hear his ties a block away," More in another issue."
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USN Details
War Period: WORLD WAR I
Rank & Branch: PHM3C US NAVY
About Bernard Jack "Ben" Ellner
(a self-biographical sketch by Ben)
I was born on August 7, 1897 and was a very heavy baby. Most of the time Uncle Dave got the assignment to carry me. He did and told me time and time again, how when he passed a man with a beard, I would look at the man , turn to Uncle Dave, crook the first finger of my right hand, and make a sound like, ZZZZZZZZZ. He would laugh and the tears streamed down his face. Went to private kindergarten , and I still see in my mind's eye my walking up the few steps near Houston Street, the school was on Ludlow Street, up the street from the Ellner Pharmacy. A Mrs. Darlington and a Mrs. Schwartz were the teachers. Then to public school on Essex Street, then to another P.S. (#25) on 5th Street, from which I graduated. I would play the piano at special affairs, Poet and Peasant and etc. Remembered, one time that some one turn the pages for me, and Mrs. Price volunteered. She was tall, beautiful grey hair, and had a black dress on. I also played in H.S. in the music classes and when I had the urge would hit a clinker on the piano and Ms. Tracy the music teacher would get furious, ball me out, then send me to the principals office, Mr. Dengby. On to college, and again when there were class dinners, I would alternate playing piano with Dave Sokol. My ties as today were were never dull. When Cyrrell was about 2-years-old, we drove to Atlantic City, on the boardwalk met Dr. Diener, Dean, he looked at mother, said "we could always tell when your husband was coming to class, for we could hear his ties a block away," More in another issue."
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USN Details
War Period: WORLD WAR I
Rank & Branch: PHM3C US NAVY
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Fort Sam Houston National Cemetery1520 HARRY WURZBACH ROAD SAN ANTONIO, TX 78209
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