Goldfoot Genealogy

 Nadene Goldfoot                                             

                                      Moses/Morris/Maurice Goldfoot, father, and me, Nada

I shouldn't be sitting here writing amid the pain in my right hip right now from my back problem as age 89 and 4 months.  But I was watching JBS and it sparked this desire.

I'm Jewish, and admire my cousins who have two Jewish parents from birth who are fully and genetically Jewish. She converted  in the 1920s and 1930s as Jewish men were taking advantage of the social mores breaks in their tradition in the USA.

My Mom went through the Mikva, but learned little about Judaism.  She came from a Protestant household of elderly parents and became a nanny for a well-off  Jewish family-the Gurion family in South Portland and admired the family very much;  and she wanted the same things, I'm sure.  This is where she learned a  lot of quality items and family values.

My father came from a very poor Jewish family that also came from King David in lineage, so I discovered in doing genealogy.  Lots of us Jews did.  In looking at my interests of my late age, I see I have mostly Jewish thinking, believing and acting.  Look at my paternal grandparents lineage.  Jews intermarried in the beginning with Abraham marrying his niece (probably most humans had to start off this way) with our Jewish difference being intermarrying only with other Jewish people.  So to my thinking, this makes the Jewish line very strong in my case.  All my paternal grandparents were triply strong, overlaid with many other generations of Jewish ancestors.

 Charles; Uncle Charlie to me, visited us from Grand Coulee a few times, always exciting for me...always dressed looking like a fashion model as I remembered as a small child

However, it didn't happen with my 1st cousin, Nate (we're both named for our grandfather, Nathan Abraham Goldfus who changed it later to Goldfoot. Nate's mother's grandfather was Rabbi Hochfeld.  His mother could read Hebrew.   So this shows something already apparent;  the difference in our fathers.  Nate's father, Charles (the one loved most by his mother)  the older, was a handsome guy, more of a playboy, and not taking the betterment of the family seriously  like my father, who had to quit high school even though he was on their baseball team, in order to support the family and go from student to worker.

The two boys had started life at age 4 and 6

                         Charlie-sitting and my father, standing
selling newspapers.  When my father quite high school to work, I have no idea at what, though he quickly got into the kosher butcher-shop on SW Lincoln and 3rd where he worked when I was born.  The complaint was that he couldn't even get time off to be with my mom during her labor at the hospital;  so bosses were so tough in 1934 in Portland.  Dad had been the serious one; working for the family.  He was always serious and the hardest worker I've known of.  He soon had his own wholesale meat company calling Lincoln Wholesale Meats located on the same  street but across the street from the butcher shop; He had a slaughter house outside of Portland.  Later he owned another huge wholesale meat packing house on Columbia Blvd along the river, like next door to Swift and Armour.  It was called Wells and Davis Meat Packing Co.