Oct 7, By David Newson
Produced by Briana Breen
Featuring Echo Brown, author, actress, and creator of the one-woman show, Black Virgins Are Not For Hipsters.
Echo Brown grew up in a world where the odds were stacked against her. But that was just the beginning of her story…
Edward and Echo in 2013 in San Francisco
Echo’s graduation from Dartmouth, with Mr. Richardson, her mother, and Ms. Mason
Echo and a friend on Mr. Richardson and Ms. Mason’s porch
Echo with her family in 2002
Echo in her Senior year calculus class
Echo age 12
Echo’s 6th birthday with her mother
Edward, age 5, and Echo, age 3
To find out more about Echo and her work, visit: helloechobrown.com.
This is Lucky.
A note that this episode mentions topics that are sensitive. And while there’s nothing graphic – issues related to childhood trauma are raised.
Today’s episode: FOCUS!
Briana Breen: Echo Brown’s one-woman, autobiographical show, Black Virgins Are Not For Hipsters is a funny and deeply personal story of Echo’s search for love, and her place in the world, when she was 23.
Briana Breen: Black Virgins Are Not For Hipsters has received rave reviews since it debuted in San Francisco in 2015. But two years earlier, when she set out to create the piece, Echo wasn’t an actress or a writer. In fact, she’d never performed on a stage before. She’d signed up for her first theater class at San Francisco’s Marsh Theater . . .
Echo Brown: Class was starting in like one minute. I was literally standing outside the theater and I was saying to myself, “Why am I doing this. I don’t have any experience. This is crazy.” And I was like OK I should make a decision–Am I going to stay? Am I going to go? And so I was like, alright, I’m just going to go. And then, I kid you not, like literally two seconds later these random kids–I don’t know where they came from–just ran up. So there was the empty kind of like open storefront space. And they yelled in there–echo, echo, echo. And I was like, OK . . . And I know that I’m a little bit woo woo, but for me that was like a sign, . And I just went back into the theater and started you know putting one foot in front of the other. And wrote the whole show.
So initially I thought the show was going to be about how awful dating was for me in the Bay Area. So I started talking about all these experiences that I had on like OK Cupid with all these like random creepy weird guys. And how I used to take all my dates to this place called Flavors of India in Berkeley. I took like 30 dates there. And it just got to the point where everybody knew me at the restaurant. So I would walk in and the host would be like oh another date tonight. And then while I would be on the date the host and some of the waiters would come up and they would be pretending to pour water and they would be standing behind giving a thumbs up or thumbs down.
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On this date with Taylor, I am wearing a form fitted tank top and skin tight skinny leg jeans. And these jeans are so tight . . . that you can practically see every muscle in my thighs. And that’s the look I’m going for.
But what happened for me is as I was writing all of this stuff and talking about dating and talking about self-esteem all this kind of past trauma started coming up. And I realized that I was writing a very different kind of a show. I didn’t know that it would be such a success so quickly but I knew that it was going to resonate with people because I could just feel it; there was just this tremendous amount of energy and connection around the story that I was telling.
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And that’s exactly why you don’t ask no black woman to touch her hair. C’mon! You don’t know how much blood sweat and tears went into that hairstyle. And then here you come with your grubby little hands. Don’t do it!
I started in Cleveland in a super impoverished neighborhood. My parents were really poor. You know, they come from a long line of other poor people. . .And my father’s father was a sharecropper and before that slaves. My parents to this day still live on about $12000 a year just to show you the level of poverty. So they were really poor people and they never really got an education and they never really were integrated into American society in a way that gave them access to prosperity and opportunity.
My father is my actually my step-father. He is the father of my two brothers. He’s always been a part of my life. He was there when I was born. I’ve always considered him to be my father. And my mother she was abused for a lot of her childhood. And, you know, saw her mother get shot and killed at the age of six. And really was not able to transcend that kind of trauma in her life. She developed schizophrenia and struggled with a crack addiction . . . So it was a really kind of intense and insane environment. All I did was study because that’s the only place I could channel my energy and distract myself from all the stuff that was happening around me.
Like, 11th grade year in high school, I was studying for this big test. And I was sitting in the kitchen and I had my feet in the oven because we had a space heater but it really didn’t keep anything past the living room warm. And so I had my feet in the oven and I was studying for this test and my parents were fighting, or my brother and my father were fighting, somebody was fighting. And they were literally hitting each other across the living room, knocking over the TV, and I just sat there and studied and just shut it down completely.
And then somebody called the police. The police came in and they asked me what happened and I did not look up from my book one time. And I told them exactly what happened and I just said–this happened then this happened and that person did that. And not once did I move my eyes from that book. And I remember I could feel the kind of compassion from the cop. He really felt something for me because he was he was looking at the whole scene. The house was a mess. People were bleeding. And just here’s this girl you know sitting with her feet in the oven–studying–like unmoveable. And I studied for the rest of the night.
I have this un-penetrable ability to just focus. I was able to shut down a lot of the trauma that happened to me and to shut down a normal response to that. I wanna be clear about the kind of trauma that happened to me . . .So I had all the abuses: I was sexually abused when I was like 6 years old. I was physically and emotionally abused. I witnessed crazy violence. But I could divide my consciousness–so I could divide out all of those negative experiences that were happening to me it’s almost like I could submerge it entirely and still have focus.
New Fire 1 Clip: Probably around the age of six there was a fire in the apartment building next to us and there was all this smoke pouring into our apartment. And my brothers were very young at the time like four and two or something. I remember being in the living room and there was like all this smoke coming in. And my father wasn’t home and my mother was passed out somewhere. I had this overwhelming sensation that I wanted to save my brothers Some kind of switch turned on where I was like oh this is kind of crazy I’m in a crazy place but I’m not going to stay here I’m going to make it out of here. And from that moment on I’ve always had this kind of just inner knowing that there was something outside of where I was growing up. And I would say for my brothers–they never had that kind of moment that kind of propelled them to take different actions. They were always kind of trapped in the environment where I was always operating on top of the environment trying to move myself out of it.
Their experience even of education was very different than my experience of education . . . Where I went to school they just loved it when any student showed promise and they would surround these students. So my first teacher that was like that was Ms. Freeman. She’s my kindergarten teacher and she was responsible for identifying students that were gifted and talented–which meant that from kindergarten I would go on to honors classes in the first grade.
My brothers got put into classes for kids with problems . . . Both were diagnosed with learning disabilities at a very young age. And I know that my brothers are highly intelligent, it’s just that what they needed to be able to deal with the kind of trauma that we were experiencing was not available to them. So it’s like we were living in the same house but having two very different experiences and almost pretty much from the beginning . . . From kindergarten we were already on a different trajectory.
When I was 17, this was a very very difficult time for our family. My mother was heavy into a crack addiction. My father was drinking a lot. My brothers were in and out of prison. I was trying to graduate from high school. We were being evicted from our apartment. And what that meant was I would have had to switch school districts the middle of my senior year and graduate but maybe not as valedictorian
Miss Mason was my 11th and 10th grade English teacher. And I was just randomly telling her that oh I’m going to be leaving; because I know she was one of those people that really believed in me. And it really wasn’t a thinking thing. She just looked at me and suddenly she was like, “Well you can’t do that. That’s ridiculous. You’ll just have to move in with me.” And she was shocked when she said it. And I was shocked when she said it. And she was like, “Well of course I had to talk to my husband. . . She talked to her husband, Mr. Richardson, and he was on board. So I moved in with them. I wouldn’t understand in that moment how that would impact my development and impact the trajectory of my life until years later.
I arrived at her house which was in the suburbs of Cleveland in Cleveland Heights. And it was this White House the nicest house I’d ever seen the lawns were all nicely manicured and the neighbors spoke to each other. You know it just like on Family Matters or Full House. Like, whoa this is weird. . And she had like a dog and a cat . . . And immediately I just felt out of place. because it was so nice. Listen, I had lived in a one bedroom apartment that was roach infested and mice infested and people fought every single day and somebody was drunk every single day . . . I didn’t know how to use a knife and fork when I moved in with Miss Mason. It was her and her husband that taught me like how to use a knife and a fork, how to set a table, table etiquette. I didn’t know about like dinnertime conversation.
I felt very alien in this environment. And I was really good at picking up social cues. So immediately I would see people put their napkin on their lap and was like OK let me do that. And I was watching people.
You know, Ms. Mason really impacted my development as a human being.When I moved in with her, I did not feel like a human being.. And watching her move through the world–how she’s just good to everybody–really she’s the best person that I know on the planet. And so seeing how she lived her life really impacted my idea of how I could live my life and how I could develop as a person.
Ms. Mason and Mr. Richardson helped me think about how to apply and which schools to apply to and all that. I applied to 14 schools and I got into all of them. Dartmouth offered me a full ride.
You know, I didn’t even really know what an Ivy League school was until I told my guidance counselor that I had been accepted to Dartmouth and I thought I was going to go there. he sat me down and he said you know I think you should reconsider. I think you should think about Ohio University or Ohio State. He was like you know because it’s much better to do well at a four tier school than to flunk out of an Ivy League school. And I said, “What’s an Ivy League school?” And so that was my introduction to understanding the caliber of some of the schools that I had applied for. I’m really thankful that I didn’t listen to my guidance counselor and that I have such a you know strong ego.
Actually Miss Mason that Mr. Richardson drove me to Dartmouth. And you know there’s a whole week or something where parents come and they help you get settled and all that. We had to go to all these different events and meet all these different people. And I was like This is crazy. Look at all these people with all these money look at all these white people like how have people had all this money the whole time and I have had nothing. I was shocked.
But what I really remember is that it came to be the last night. And they have been there with me for like five days or something and then that night I was standing I was standing by one of these dorms. And Miss Mason came up to me and she was like, “OK well we got to go.” She could barely talk to me because she was so emotional. And they both gave me a hug. And then and then they just walked away.
And Mrs. Mason told me later she was like it took everything in her to not turn around and come get me because I just started crying. And I was crying so hard like I’m sure the students around me must’ve been like what’s wrong with that girl. But it was just it was such an emotional experience because it was just like OK now I’m really by myself in this.
That night we had to do some kind of group event with the people in our dorm, like it was like a clues hunt thing, and there was a really cute boy– my stories always have cute boys. There’s a really cute boy and he came up to me shortly after and he introduced himself and you know that’s the only thing that got me to stop crying.
The whole process of integrating into Dartmouth was really a culture shock. I just didn’t have any clue of what I was up against. I had no idea that I was competing with students that had been in private school for most of their lives, paying 40k a year since like first grade. I had just never been around that level of privilege and that level of people with access to opportunities. And not only that–entitlement.
there were many times I got into debates in class about you know the morality of welfare and if we need welfare. And I had grown up my entire life on welfare. I was at Dartmouth because of welfare. And hey couldn’t even imagine what it was like to come from this kind of environment. And they projected themselves into that environment and imagined what they would do. But you have no idea unless you are in that environment. So yeah Dartmouth was a culture shock to me. I was very angry. I couldn’t believe that the world was so unequal.
My sophomore year at Dartmouth I was studying in my room for this big exam. And I get a call from my mother saying that my oldest brother who’s two years younger than me had been locked up. any time anything’s wrong with him I really like have a hard time because I just wanted him to be OK for most of my life. And so she told me that and I hung up the phone and I just had this like intense overwhelming reaction of like wanting to cry and scream and yell and ask somebody for help. But I knew I couldn’t do that in that moment and I knew that if I broke down in that moment I wasn’t sure I was going to come back.
And so what I had to do was I was sitting there and I had to consciously shut down everything. I just shut down my whole emotional response: tears came and I sucked them back in, and the whole thought process started spinning what about my brother what am I going to do and I just stopped the process and focused. I suck in my emotions and I tell myself, “Focus, stop thinking, look at the problem, look at the problem.” And so that was my basically my Dartmouth career was me having almost a series of mental breakdowns because nothing stopped with my family like they continue to be having to have issues–this is another reason why a lot of students that make it out can’t survive because your family is still stuck there and who can focus when your whole family is struggling with you know issues of poverty and issues of violence and prison and all that.
You know, there were nights where I just wanted to quit or I wanted to give up . . . If I had only had my parents, I’m not sure that I would’ve made it. It’s not that my parents didn’t want to be supportive. They just didn’t know how. It was Miss Mason’s guidance and her voice in my head, and knowing she was there, that really propelled me along.
And I think a lot of kids that come from the environment that I came from because it’s such a culture shock if they don’t have somebody like Miss Mason helping usher them into this new world if they aren’t able to keep shutting down the doubt and to keep shutting down any anxiety or depression or you know low self-esteem that they’ve developed. Yes, that environment will eat you alive because it’s not an environment that is really set up to support students that make a transition like we make from those kinds of–it’s like a different world. And even though Dartmouth tried to have resources–what I needed was so much more intense than what they provided.
Senior year at Dartmouth, I finally found people that were on the same wavelength as me, spoke the same language as me. And some of those people are still my really good friends to this day. So I didn’t find them until my senior year and before that it was just like the awful . That last year was really pretty incredible.
Graduation was such an emotion . . . I cried the whole time. It was like three hour ceremony and I cried the whole time. And I remember this lady and this white lady said to me, “Hey, why are you crying for. This is a happy time.” And this lady had no idea. You know I was crying because only my mother could make it there. Ms. Mason–her and her husband drove my mother there. And my brothers weren’t there and my father wasn’t there. And it just was such a huge experience for me that I had actually made it through Dartmouth and had had an Ivy League degree now. And I knew that it had put me it put me in a different kind of category in society instantly and that this degree would open doors for me.
After Dartmouth, I really thought that I wanted to do like social justice stuff. Like I really was like OK this world is fucked up and I need to do something. And so the job that I got was to be a police investigator for this city agency in New York City. And when I first started I really thought that I’m going to take down these crooked cops. You know I thought to myself oh I’m going to stop police misconduct in New York City. I had such a big ego, right? Like who thinks that?
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That’s right, when I’m not dating on Craigslist, I investigate allegations of misconduct against New York City’s 40,000 police officers. Everything from verbal abuse to phsyical assaults to illegal stripsearches in public.
And so I went in. I you know conducted all these investigations I interviewed police officers witnesses. I had complainants that came to me and told me horrible stories about how they had been assaulted by the police or strip searched in the street. I also met some pretty amazing cops that were genuinely just doing their job so I got to see all different sides of it but I felt like they really didn’t have any real powers.
We would conduct these in-depth investigations. And then if you found misconduct — it would be sent to the police department and the police department would decide if it was misconduct and what the punishment would be. And I was like oh this is not actual oversight. I don’t think I can be effective here. And so I quit.
I became a corporate legal secretary and was making some money but it was a very soul killing job. So I said to myself OK how do I not be working anymore. This was like three years or four years into me working. I was like OK I need to go back to school. I don’t want to be a lawyer. I’m not creative. So what can I do. I was like oh you know what maybe I want to be an investigative journalist. I was like you know journalism is very noble. I applied to one school. Columbia School of Journalism. The best Journalism School in the country — arguably. I knew I was going to get in because I was like why wouldn’t they accept me. Again. Look at this ego. And I applied. I got accepted. The whole time I was there I was like–this is not for me. My inner voice was like–why are we here we don’t want to do this–and I was really lost.
I just felt like I wanted to change my life. I needed to like shift my life somehow. But I didn’t know how to do it.
I was living with my boyfriend at the time. I was coming home and it was snowing. And I got to the block where my building was and I saw these fire trucks and I was like–man, must suck for whoever they’re going to save. And as I was walking up the street–I see these flames shooting out my apartment building. I was like–Holy Fuck! That’s my apartment building. I saw these firemen right outside my building. I was like, “Oh my God, when will we be able to go in?” And he looked at me and he was like, “Lady, I would find another place to go for the next month.” And I was like, “Oh my God!”
And that experience really reset me. Because what I learned from that is that in any moment–you can lose everything. And I was like–you know what, I should go and get the life that I want, actually. .
But you know you at Columbia School of Journalism and you’re like, well, I can’t just quit Columbia School of Journalism. Like who does that? So I quit Columbia School of Journalism.
And so what happened was the week that I quit, I came across this TV show on MTV called “If you really knew me.” And it was about this organization called Challenge Day where they travel around to high schools and they do these workshops. They try to end bullying and try to get the kids to see what they have in common rather than their differences. And I was like wow that’s really inspiring. I would really love to do that. And I applied. I just sent in my application and I moved to California with just the invitation to audition for them. But I already knew–like Columbia School of Journalism–I knew I was going to make it. I moved to California with $100 and a suitcase.
I eventually got hired and traveled around the country doing these workshops. In doing those workshops, I had to tell it like 15 minutes of my life story that and I realized I was really good at storytelling and that it really had an impact on the room. It was the part of the workshop that had the biggest impact on the room. So I started just asking around asking people oh where can I go to tell more stories. I really want to you know write some kind of one woman show. I have no idea why I wanted to write a one woman show with no experience and no acting background but the rest is kind of history.
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This is a parole violation hearing from my brother, Edward. There are five of us in the room right now. Me and my brother his attorney his parole officer and the judge will decide whether he’s sent back to prison or not.
“I strongly recommend. That Edward be sent back to prison. He’s clearly not trying to better himself and is just sitting around all day doing drugs.”
That’s my brother’s parole officer. Officer Kelly. A bald muscular middle aged white man. Officer Kelly is racist–old school racist. He doesn’t admit it, because you can’t these days, but his eyes tell it all anyways. That’s why he never makes eye contact with me. I feel so powerless. They are all middle aged white men and I am keenly aware of my blackness in this moment. I want to tell them that I’m a senior at Dartmouth to gain their respect. But I know that Dartmouth means nothing in this room.
And I just keep looking at my brother in those handcuffs thinking — is that my little brother? The one who wanted to be a pilot some day. He was a little boy, standing about three feet tall, missing his front two teeth. So full of hopes and dreams. Not knowing that this world already had a place for him. And it wasn’t in the sky.
“Edward would you like to make a statement for the record?”
Oh yeah. Ah, Yes sir. Oh I just got down. Know I had no money and my sister arms he had took me all these places and we have all these applications. But ain’t nobody had called me back. And I know it was wrong to do them drugs sir. But I just hope I can get another chance.
When he speaks. His eighth grade education reveals itself. When he speaks. Generations of oppression speak through him — my grandfather the sharecropper from Alabama, my great great great grandmother the slave from Georgia, my father, my sweet father, who migrated north desperately searching for opportunity only to find urban poverty and desolation instead. And now my brother — an uneducated convicted felon with nothing to offer and nothing to show for himself. But these god damn jangling handcuffs.
Sometimes you have people like me that come out of these experiences and people are like oh you are so different you are so special as a way to actually criticize and put down the rest of the people that didn’t make it out. . . .I want to be clear that yes I got out and it was extraordinary. But they were extraordinary people that didn’t get out because here weren’t opportunities for them. . . .There are so many there are so many things that have to conspire in your favor to make this happen. There were so many people that had to come in that had to see me–this was a group effort. You know, getting Echo Brown out of that environment was a group effort. But that’s not to say that there aren’t many, many other people that, if it had conspired in the same way for them and if those factors were available in a larger degree . . .wouldn’t be sitting in this position.
Briana Breen: Today, Echo’s brothers still struggle with the challenges they’ve faced their entire lives. Dametrius lives at home with his parents and Edward is homeless.
Echo currently lives between Oakland, California and Paris, France. She’s working on several writing projects and is also teaching and coaching performers and writers. She’ll be playing Maya Angelou in an English-language production in France in 2018.
You can see pictures of Echo’s journey and find links to her work at luckypodcast.org. If you enjoyed this episode, please subscribe and please tell a friend.
This episode was produced with help from Natacha Ruck, Gabe Stewart, Elizabeth Aubert, Mary Helen Montgomery, Maura Friedman and Scopitone Recording Studios in Paris.
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4. Flying Lessons
Aug 24, By David Newson
Produced by Briana Breen
Will and Sally are siblings who both grew up driven to succeed. Will set out to be a pilot, taking thrill-seeking side jobs as a skydive instructor and as a parachuting Elvis. Sally stayed on the ground, working long hours as she started a successful corporate career. But one day, everything changed, and the idea of work-life balance took on a whole new meaning.
Will Forshay & friend prepare for a skydive.
Mom’s 60th Birthday: Will, Sally, Ann Marie, and Judith.
Sally with Julia (age 6) and Alex (age 8).
Sally with Julia (11) and Alex (13) in 2017.
Love notes & notes of encouragement left on Sally’s laptop from daughter Julia.
Sally Thornton: When we drive cars we think we’re in control. And we don’t take stock of our lives, and our impact, and what we want to say to our kids if we’re about to die. But when we’re in an airplane and there’s a little turbulence, you know, we all have this like flash of . . .Does my life matter, you know, who do I want to say goodbye to, who should I call? Even though cars are more dangerous statistically.
Sally Thornton: You know maybe the good part about flying and feeling that is that awareness of actually that is true all the time. And therefore, how do we keep that awareness of asking ourselves those questions without the fear. I mean what would be great would be quarterly or even annually little off-sites with ourselves around what matters most. Am I on track? What do I want to say to my loved ones? Maybe say it now and not wait. So maybe taking that anxiety that you might feel when you have turbulence on a plane and, without the fear, act on it when you’re not on a plane. So maybe that’s the lesson. Take action. Tell your loved ones. And make sure you’re living the life that you want to live right now.
Briana Breen: This is Lucky: True stories of unexpected events, adventures, and experiences. I’m Briana Breen. Sally Thornton used to think that working as hard and as long as she could would get her to where she wanted to be. A single phone call changed everything . . .
Sally Thornton: When I got pregnant for the first time it was super exciting I just assumed I would work up until I went into labor. I would go into labor I’d have a short maternity leave and I go back to work. Like most parents, I’m sure, I had no idea. I thought that even though I was working really long hours that if I could just manage a little flexibility it would work out to be a working mom for me
And I was working for a telecommunications company which sells voice over IP and DSL. So it’s all about flexible work. But we had cycled through a couple CEOs and the current CEO didn’t believe in telecommuting even though we were selling telecommuting–even though we were selling telecommuting.
We were living in San Francisco and I was commuting down to the South Bay. I had come in with an agreement when I took the job that I would work from home Fridays. It was one Friday when the CEO at the time was walking around and he said you know what, the parking lots is too empty. Everyone needs to come in from now on. And I thought wow this is really not going to work.
So I was probably working twice as hard to prepare for the leave. so it was just, like, how do you double up on the work so you’re not leaving people in a lurch.
So my sister called when I was about five months pregnant and said, “Hey, since it is mom’s 60th birthday and that is kind of a golden-ish birthday, let’s all surprise mom and fly in.” And, at the time, my brother was a pilot in Toledo, Ohio so he could kind of jet on any plane. But for me, I was pregnant, and working so hard. And I had all these goals that I had to get done before I had the baby. So I wanted to celebrate but I didn’t know how I was going to make this work.
We pretty much grew up in this beautiful small town in Minnesota. My brother Will was born first–and he’s definitely the golden child. And my sister was born four years later and she has middle child syndrome and she will say that to you. Sorry, AnnMarie. And I’m the baby.
When my brother went off to college. He came back at some point. I can remember it was a spring break or summer. I think I was 12 or 13 but he was sick. And it was just like a flu. I actually have this vivid memory of him lying on the couch and being so sick that he was spitting into this cop and it was so gross. And I remember being mad at him–like, stop it.
And he just wasn’t getting better wasn’t getting better so my mom eventually took him to the hospital. And they ran the tests. And I do remember they called her on the phone. They told my mom over the phone that he had Leukemia. It’s like, who calls you on the phone and tells you your son has a disease that 90 percent of people die from? So they did.
The memories I have of him in the hospital was he was in this thing called a laminar airflow room which is basically like a bubble and you would put your hand through a plastic wall in order to hold his hand because you couldn’t touch him because they were taking his white blood count down to nothing and then hoping that would build back up without cancer. And so it was just this weird like you felt like you were in a movie.
I do remember there was this picture of a fancy car on the wall. And my dad had this idea that life was short and we’re gonna buy . . . You’re gonna buy that! My dad was definitely into positive psychology even though I don’t know that he knew it was that.
And my brother said he always believed he would make it, even though it wasn’t rational. If you looked at the data he should have been very pessimistic. This was early days for Leukemia. I think he was the only person that made it that we saw walk out. They would not call it cured ever. They call it cancer-free. And so they would talk about how many years in remission. So one year remission cancer-free two years remission. And when we hit five years in remission we had a party. The thing that came out of it was a very tight sense of family.
So as we graduated from Leukemia into me going to college and my sister going to college and getting married, I would say we knew that life was not a guarantee. My brother, after his Leukemia, he wanted to live life large ‘cause he knew he was very lucky. So he became a skydiver and a base jumper. And he always did it safely. But he also knew that life could be short.
[Archival tape of Will in Norway]
My name is Will Forshay, we’ve come halfway around the world to Lysebotn, Norway. Today is base jumping day. We’re gonna jump 2,800 feet at 120 MPH straight down towards the beautiful water. I can’t wait!
My brother knew that he had to marry the thing that he loved most with his day job. He took his love of flying that he had from when he was a kid and basically said I’m going to become a pilot. Like, he wasn’t just going to have fun on the weekends. He’s a pilot for a company that you’ve never heard of–essentially FedEx but not FedEx–flying all over the country doing what he loves.
So I flew in to Minnesota for my mom’s 60th birthday. I think it was my 5th month, but actually I don’t really remember. The beauty of pregnancy brain. And we even did a family picture with brother, my sister, my parents, and you can see my cheeks are highly pregnant. Leaving my mom’s party was fun because I knew I’d see everyone when I had the baby.
I’m about eight months pregnant. I was excited about the baby. I was positive. And I had gone home mid-day. And I remember as I was driving home Justin called me–which he never does. And he says, you know, “What are you doing?” I was like, “I’m going to go home and take a nap.” And he said, “Oh, OK great.” And, like, that that’s it? He’s like, “Yeah, I think I might come home early.” And I said, “OK.” He never comes home early. So it was all good but didn’t think much of it.
So I go home and I take my nap. And then he comes and wakes me up from the nap and when he wakes me up from the nap I can see that something’s wrong. And he says, “You need to call your dad.” And I said, “Who died?” And he said, “You need to call your dad.” I just was so mad at him that he wouldn’t tell me that I had to like wait every second to know who it was. And I was just going through my wealth not my dad because it calmed down. So I called my dad and he tells me that Will was killed in a plane crash. I said, “Are you sure? I mean are you really sure?” And he said, “Yes.”
I flew to the crash site and it was in Toledo Ohio. And it had been icy and snowy. When we toured the crash I remember one of the police officers, actually I think it might have been NTSB, saying that we probably didn’t want to go any further apparently because you could still see something that would upset us. It was this weird feeling of–you get to see more than I get to see? It’s my loved one, you know.
But you know they’re trying to protect you and they’ve done this before and you’ve never done this before. So you’re just kind of walking through a haze. So there was just a lot of scrutiny a lot of officials. And yet personally we were just suffering trying to figure out you know how to grapple with our new reality. The de-icers apparently hadn’t been turned on and that was the reason for the crash. Took us, I think, two years to learn that from the NTSB when they did their investigation.
At the time, I really didn’t feel a lot like I actually felt numb. I remember feeling more worried about my mom. I suffered for her and my dad because burying a child is not the way it’s supposed to be. When we were at his apartment cleaning out his things I remember my mom crying and I remember my mom talking about my pregnancy. At some point she said, “I know you love your work and I don’t want you to stop working. I just want you to reconsider how you work because you’re about to have your first son and I just lost my first son.” I just remember walking away from that weekend thinking everything has changed. And, like, all my assumptions went out the door and I gotta redesign, like, everything.
Once I had Alex, I went from new motherhood–just make it through and do what’s right for him. And then I slowly started processing the grief. It was an overwhelming time and sometimes I just put it on a shelf. And then other times I would just fall apart. When Will first died, I didn’t think anyone wanted to hear my pain. So I really did keep it to myself. I definitely had the–this is what’s socially acceptable to talk about as a new parent with most people. And then only a few people got to hear my whole my big mess.
My maternity leave–I actually took a real maternity leave. But when I went back to work, I was looking for–how am I going to be a dedicated worker and be a parent in a way that I would have no regrets. And I couldn’t find a path at that company. And I started to talk to other moms in the new mom club. It was wonderful to have other new moms who were asking the same questions. We want to use our experience and our ideas and put them into play. But we wanted to do it in a way that allowed us to also feel connected to the kids where we weren’t gone for 12 hours. I mean there is just a question around how do you navigate the time. Actually, it was on my maternity leave of my second baby that I really came up with the idea of I’m going to start my own company. It took some time for me to get past the grief and get into action mode.
My background was essentially in H.R. I was really always focused on the intersection of how do people behave and then how does that fit within a company’s structure for making money. Right, so how is it virtuous cycle. So when I saw a breakdown where women were not staying in the workforce at a high seniority–even specifically in my new moms’ group, I saw high level women who had advanced degrees, amazing work experience–choosing not to work because they didn’t see a path forward where they could do the work they loved and be the parent they wanted to be. It just seemed dumb. Like it seemed like this is absolutely fixable problem. I think that I have a solution for this.
I really wanted to understand more about work. So when I dug in into the data I started to see that my questions and my concerns were in the bell-curve of science. A lot of people asking these questions not a lot of solutions. We all are on the same page of wanting to do great work. But how we do it is the problem.
So my first business was about experienced professionals who wanted to do flexible, project-based work. We had some early adopters, progressive companies that got the mission right away–they said, “Oh, we want top talent and we’re open to having that look different. It could be project based work. It could be part-time work. Today, I’m the founder and CEO of Forshay, a talent recruiting firm, and I started something called Worklab which is a design thinking accelerator about how we make work better using small design experiments. And I’m on the board of Stanford Clayman which is the gender research arm of Stanford.
When I built my first company I really thought this was a working mom problem. But when I really heard from everyone out there it was you know baby boomers millennials triathletes and some people too who are taking care of aging parents which actually the research shows is more of an issue than taking care of young kids. So really this isn’t a working mom issue. This is a human centered issue.
When I started to do research, I was really trying to solve the question for myself as well as for others–which is, there’s a lot of destabilizing things that we can’t control. There’s only so many things we can control and way more that we can’t. So what can we control–and how do we stay focused on that?
Financial security is not the same as job security. And we often conflate them. And we think if we have a job that we’re financially stable. Reality is there’s still a lot outside of our control with the job right. A lot of big companies have gone away in an instant that you wouldn’t have thought so. So job security actually never really existed even though we kind of think it did. But financial security could be–how do we solve problems in an economically rational way with multiple streams of revenue? Meaning I might freelance for one company doing this I might have a part time job with another company doing something different. And how do I think about my income in a diverse way just the way I think about my savings. We wouldn’t save all of our money in one stock, right? We should all have diverse portfolios. If we actually think about it in that way–hopefully it’s less scary. We also have to move our thinking from fear and scarcity to abundance and where our creative processing is. Which is–Let’s solve problems. Let’s ask questions and stay intentional. What do I need to do right now that ties to what I will need to do in 10 years, in 20 years, in 30 years. And it isn’t, again, that’s why it’s really not a job. It’s really about, if we go up a level–it’s the service, it’s the impact. Those are, maybe, the words to use to replace the word “job.” That, I think, will keep us nimble for the future of work whatever it holds.
When I get on a plane, I do think about my brother probably every time–although I’ve been on a lot of planes in the last 13 years so I can’t say for certain. I actually think about it more when I see the pilot. Because I see the life I wish he still had. You know, we’re all going to lose someone. And probably most people already have. Um, I know it’s unusual. People don’t normally die in plane crashes. But at the same time, everyone’s going to go through this. And I think about this for my kids, I don’t wish them any of these experiences. They will come on their own. That is the life experience. I wish for people that it happens in a more linear way–the way expectations are. The reality is– that’s often not going to happen. When we think of life kind of like, “it should be,” I think that’s the big miss. If we design for messy. And say, you know, it’s gonna be chaos. And what am I going to put into the world? And how am I gonna be intentional? And then how do I stay fluid and responsive and open. I think the only thing that “should be” is love and taking care of others–everything else is a little bit of a wild ride.
Briana Breen: Will Forshay set a goal when he was 10 years old to earn his official BASEjump number. To get a BASE number, a person completes jumps from four categories of fixed objects: building, antenna, span, and Earth . . .The last two jumps on Will’s quest were captured by a documentary crew filming a reality show called, “DreamChasers.” For Will’s “Earth” jump, he and the crew traveled to Norway–where BASE jumping is legal.
Briana Breen: On the day of the jump, they hike 2.5 hours uphill to the top of Kjerag mountain. Kjerag is a mecca for BASE jumpers because it has a cliff with a 3000 foot drop straight into the fjord below. When Will and the team reach the jump spot, the wind is too high. And so they wait. As the sun begins to set, they get the go-ahead. Dressed in a white jumpsuit, a camera strapped to his helmet, and a single parachute in his backpack, Will walks to the edge of the cliff. Below him is a deep inlet of water from the North Sea. His landing target is a small peninsula jutting from the mountain’s base into the fjord.
Briana Breen: Will has travelled across the globe for what will be about 20 seconds of freefall at 120 MPH. If everything goes to plan, he’ll deploy his parachute around 1000 feet and sail gently to the ground . . .Will turns to a camera to offer final words.
[Archival tape of Will in Norway]
Will Forhsay: Mom and Dad, Sisters, all the Baldwin friends, Centennial friends, Moundsview friends, jump friends . .4, 3, 2, 1, see ya! (music, sound of wind, sound of parachute opening) Woo hoo! Alright! Seems like about perfect. 3, 2, 1 (sound of him landing on ground and running to slow down).
Woman: That was beautiful!
Will Forshay: Thank you! It was beautiful. Just beautiful. There’s really very little way to explain.
Stepping off at 3000 feet over, looking across, down at the Fjord. I’ve waited over 20 years to do that big cliff and today was the day. What a good day! What a good day!
Briana Breen: Will did end up getting his BASE number. In 2001, he jumped from a skyscraper in downtown Los Angeles (legally–with permits) and was officially awarded BASE number 702–as the 702nd person in the world recorded to have completed the jumps required.
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Music in this episode is from Blue Dot Sessions and Needle Drop Co. Produced with help from Natacha Ruck, Tony Gannon, Elizabeth Aubert, Gabe Stewart, and Mary Helen Montgomery. Thanks to Maura Friedman, Bryan & Kristen Posner, and David Newson.
Special thanks to the Forshay Family and Sally Thornton.
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3. The Choice, Part 2.
Jul 27, By David Newson
Produced by Briana Breen
In April of 1992, Nada Rothbart was living happily in Sarajevo, Bosnia, with her husband and two young sons–till the night the Bosnian Civil War broke out on the street in front of her home. By the time they recognized what was happening–it was too late; Nada was trapped with her children, surrounded by tanks and snipers. After 60 days with almost no food, no water, and no power, a surprise ceasefire was announced. Nada put on her shoes, grabbed her children, and walked out the door.
Nada Rothbart lives in Sonoma County, California where today she’s a realtor. She doesn’t play basketball anymore but she does do a lot of yoga. She’s actively campaigning to convince Robert and his family to move back to California–so she can see them as much as she wants.
Robert Rothbart is a proud dad of two. He just finished his 13th season playing professional basketball. He’s currently a center for team Hapoel Eilat in Israel.
Nada Rothbart in Israel. 2017.
Robert Rothbart and family in Eilat, Israel. 2017.
Sunnyvale, CA Firebirds Basketball. Coach Nada. Robert top-left. 1996.
Zoran and Nada (top), Ivan and Robert (bottom left) with friends in Sunnyvale, CA in 1994.
This is Lucky: True stories of unexpected events, adventures, and experiences. I’m Briana Breen.
Today’s Episode: The Choice, Part 2.
In the 1980’s and early 90’s one country dominated European basketball–Yugoslavia. At the time, there was a saying: “The Americans invented it; the Yugoslavs perfected it.” Nada Rothbart was one of Yugoslavia’s top women players. A 6 foot 3 center, she played division one basketball from age 13 to 30. She retired, finally, when she realized she was pregnant with her first child.
In April of 1992, Nada was living happily in Sarajevo, Bosnia, with her husband and two young sons–till the night the Bosnian Civil War broke out on the street in front of her home. By the time they recognized what was happening–it was too late; there was no way out of Sarajevo and, for Nada, there was no way to leave her home. Nada’s husband went into hiding–trying to avoid being captured by soldiers. And Nada was trapped with her children in an apartment building, surrounded by tanks and snipers. After 60 days with almost no food, no water, and no power, a surprise ceasefire was announced. Nada put on her shoes, grabbed her children, and walked out the door.
If you missed part one, you’ll want to go back and listen. Our story picks up with Nada and her children finally safe at her parents’ home in Serbia– the summer of 1992.
You know when a ball is flying through the air and somebody’s catching it and has a split of a second to decide whether to go for a layup or go for a pass-that training is crucial and I feel that training got us to survive. I knew intellectually there was no way we were going to survive. But that moment when I heard there is a cease-fire going on, I didn’t hear the rest of the sentence, I didn’t listen to the rest of the news. We just jumped into the first pair of shoes I could find and we were out. I am convinced that all this training got us to make it through this escape.
We were probably at my parents house in Novi Sad in Serbia for three weeks. One night I was tucking them in the bed and one of them said where is our dad. So in Sarajevo is he going to survive. I probably haven’t heard from him for at least two months. And I said to them You do know how your father is a really smart man and they were nodding–yeah. So if the situation depends on him I am 100 percent sure that he will find a way, just like we did, and get out of the war and join us. And we kissed and hugs and they went to sleep.
We found out that several countries got together and decided to let all the Jews that are willing to leave Sarajevo–leave. Former Yugoslavia had only fifteen hundred Jews. In order for my husband to get into that convoy–being a Serbian not Jewish–he had to have a paper. So my father faxed that to Sarajevo, The recipient was my husband’s best friend who was Muslim. He risked his life–he went across Sarajevo in the middle of the night–to get that fax to give it to my husband.
It took probably five days. I got a phone call from Zagreb capital of Croatia. And he says, “I made it. What are we going to do?” We were separated in war for 100 days.We met in a railway station in Budapest. We got out of the train. My husband had mustache. Kids were hesitating a little bit. They didn’t know who is this guy until he said, “Hey how are you guys?” They recognized his voice. The feeling that we are together is the most special amazing feeling. We made it. We made it. And now what?
Many refugees from Bosnian war went to other European countries and having a status of being a refugee. So what happens when you’re a refugee. As soon as the war is over they give you a one way ticket then you’ll go back wherever you are from. I didn’t want to be the one to go back in a ruined country-start building it from scratch.
I already made up my mind to go to Israel knowing that Israel would give me, as a Jewish person, an Israeli passport and a status of citizen equal to other citizens. I had the utmost confidence in my husband’s abilities and mine to recreate life in another country. That same night we flew to Tel Aviv and became citizens of Israel that same day.
My name is Robert Rothbart. My brother Ivan was 5 years old. I was 6. I remember bits and pieces of everything. I remember meeting up with my dad on the train. I don’t remember the plane ride. I remember waiting for our passports and citizenship in Israel at the airport. The next thing I remember was just our life in Israel in the immigration center that we lived for the next year.
So they put us in Tveria in immigration center and our new Israeli life started. The country gave us a one bedroom apartment, four blankets, four plates, everything else four. And we started from there.
That immigration center was, it was. a terrible place. I remember the smell of urine everywhere in the hallways. But everybody was so happy to be there, happy to be alive. We didn’t have anything–physical, material–we didn’t have anything. But we had learned that physical things don’t matter and I don’t think anybody there cared.
There were several families from Bosnia that lived with us. So I remember the friendships I had there with the Bosnia kids who had also escaped war. And there were Jews from Russia, from all over the world. WIth us came a group of Ethiopians that had immigrated to Israel; Ethiopians that were Jews who were found by some explorer who hadn’t been in contact with civilization for hundreds of years–from the mountains of Gondar. And they had been thrown in this place. We had been thrown in this same place in the same way.
All the men used to sit outside because it was so hot at night they used to sit outside and eat sunflower seeds and talk for hours and hours and hours. And I just remember my dad you know sitting there laughing with the other guys. I know it wasn’t a careless time. I’m sure they had all kinds of things on their mind. But I think all of them were just deeply grateful for their lives and it seems like such a happy scene to see them there.
I remember even seeing my parents–they acted different than they had been before. And I think the reason is because a second chance at life was just a feeling that it’s beyond happiness–it’s something much deeper than that. And I think everybody cherished that time and I remembered as the happiest time of my childhood.
Like Robert says, we had absolutely nothing. But it was the happiest time of our life–all of us felt that way.
We got 1200 shekels, which is around that time $300. The apartment was paid for by the country. We were put on a program to learn Hebrew.
I remember my first day in school I remember asking my dad, “How am I going to go to school, I don’t speak the language.” And I remember it was such an easy, “You’ll be alright, you’ll learn.”
We started to look for jobs. And my husband, before war, owned a software engineering company in Yugoslavia. And he didn’t want to do anything else except for engineering. His Hebrew was not good enough and people were not hiring him; he was getting frustrated about that.
I started working in a diamond company as a salesperson. One regular day at work I’m standing behind my counter and I noticed really tall guy I can tell you with 100 percent certainty it’s a basketball player and, probably, his agent. And I went straight there to say to the agent. “Are you an agent? Is this a basketball player?” “Yeah.” And I said, “I played basketball in Yugoslavia and I played for the national team.” And he says, “What are you doing here selling diamonds? He said let me call the female basketball agent.” I said, “What do you mean? I haven’t played for eight years!” He called the guy who says hey I found an Yugoslavian female basketball player .” I’m thinking these people are crazy.
I went home after my shift. And people started banging on my door saying you had a telephone call. And the phones were public phones and the outside of the building. The guy said he wants to represent me. And I said listen I really can’t play basketball. “No no no. You can play, of course. Go home. Think about this I will call you the next day.
So we hung up. I came home and I said to my husband guess what happens. This agent want me to play basketball. He says, “Nada, you always loved playing basketball. It’s being offered to you. Go to the downtown buy a pair of shoes.” “I can’t I’m out of shape.I can’t do this. This is too much.” “Of course you can buy a pair of shoes and start running.”
I started buying into this idea and went to the downtown and bought a light blue canvas all stars because eight years ago these were the best shoes Yugoslavian national team had but I never owned one because we were so poor as a country. They would give me a pair. And after the tournament they have to return them so another woman can wear them.
So I started running around the neighborhood. Very quickly maybe two weeks after I had the first meeting the agent called me and they asked me to go to the tryouts That particular day, we went to to the arena. I’m putting my shoes on and I see the players.. Some American kids, some Russian kids, everybody tall and taller than me. They were all 17 to 23. I was 38 years old.
So they gave me this lady from America to pair with her. She says, “Why didn’t you put your regular shoes on?” I said, “I have my shoes, these are the best shoes on Earth.” She laughed so much she fell down laughing.
So I haven’t touched the ball for eight years. I started running like crazy. Running so fast. She came to me pulled my my shirt. This is hey you’re making me look bad here. Slow down. I was just flying through the court fighting for my life because this is my way out of immigration center.
So the practice was over. The players went home and I’m sitting on a bench waiting for my agent and the lights are off. Just a little light in the back from the office. After like half an hour he finally walked out of the office. I remember hearing his steps across the arena on the hardwood floor. He came to me and he offered his hand. He says, “Congratulations. All these girls were trying out for that one position. These are the best centers. And they chose you.”
The coach was a female coach. Her name was Yael, I remember her very well and she says, “She looked a little rusty to me.” And agent says, “I lied to her that you haven’t played for a year or two because of the war.”
I went to the bus came to my immigration center after midnight. I walked through the main gate. And I hear little voices of my sons and their dad. And both of them are sitting there on the bench and I can hear their voices. And I said I got the job. They came and jumped on me kissed me hugged me and I heard their dad’s voice saying, “I told you your mom is a champion”. So that was nice.
We moved to Herzliya as a part of the deal. I got a really beautiful apartment in a beautiful area of Herzliya and a much better life started in Israel.
I didn’t know her as a basketball player up until that moment. So this was a new reality that my mom was a basketball player and we we were very much a part of that. Me and my brother would walk with her to practices every single day. Bother them while they were trying to practice. I remember we even broke a window in the gym during one of the practices and then they said that’s it you guys can’t come here anymore. So I remember my mom all of a sudden being a professional basketball player and going to her games and being a part of that.
This is the most fun I’ve ever experienced in my life. There is life after basketball. But those were the really wonderful years. I was 40 years old when I played my last game of basketball. I still have dreams of playing basketball and winning games and scoring points.
My husband couldn’t find a job–that was a very big concern . . . And he met someone in Israel. And he offered him to come to Silicon Valley. So we just grabbed on our opportunity to make a life for ourselves. The plan was he would go first. He spent four months here alone. I came once to visit . . . and he . . . It was July 5th 1994 when Ivan, Robert, and I flew from Tel Aviv to San Francisco to move to America.
My husband rented an apartment in Sunnyvale where everything was wonderful. We were fascinated by big grocery stores and going to all you can eat buffets. We were having fun.
After I had finally settled into Israel and finally made friends, you know people came to my birthday party, I felt comfortable in that place. And the next thing I remember is we were packing up and moving to the United States you know and it was just another move for us. And I started again. School in Sunnyvale. Not speaking a word of English. And pretty soon I caught on. I felt comfortable with that. Very quickly I was enrolled in city league basketball in Sunnyvale. And my mom was my coach
One year later my youngest son Ivan was eight and I picked him up from the school. And. He says mom I feel sick. And I. It’s Friday afternoon and I said you know what on Monday if you still don’t feel good we’ll see a doctor. He says OK. He felt fine. So couple weeks went by I was watching him. And I didn’t notice anything unusual. They played tennis; that weekend they both played really well. On Wednesday morning and Ivan says I can go to school I’m really tired, Mom.
My husband took him to the pediatrician. He came home with some medications–Advil, Tylenol. I saw him feeling worse and worse. I called his pediatrician 17 million times. Pediatrician said “Listen, this is a flu season. Your son has a flu. I told him I am not a doctor. I’m not only a mother’s intuition. If you have a flu you sleep half of the day or more–you sleep. There’s no runny nose, he not coughing. He doesn’t sleep. He’s in pain. He said something like–you be a mom, you leave me be a doctor. And three days later it was worse. They transported him to emergency.
They took me to the hospital. He was in intensive care. He was hooked up to all kinds of you know monitors and he had a breathing machine and he you know he was hooked up to everything that you could possibly think of. And but they told me. Go ahead and say say something to your brother. Even though he can’t answer you he would love to hear it. And I remember they closed the door and let me be together with my brother and I remember telling him that he needs to fight; that he can do it, you know. And. I don’t know why I told him that. I just . . . I so badly wanted wanted things to change I so badly wanted that to not be happening. And obviously now that I’m grown and if he did understand me and if he did hear me. That’s not what I would have wanted to tell him that he needs to fight–to make him feel like he needs to do something for us you know. I would have just told him that you know I love him. That’s it. And so a couple of days after that my parents came in they they told me that my brother was no was no longer coming home. My heart was torn to pieces. And things changed from then on.
He passed away seven days from the first day he says “Mom I can’t go to school, I don’t feel well.” We have never found out exactly why and how my son, Ivan, got sick and passed away. We let them do the autopsy and the autopsy report says that they found bacteria similar to brucella. Brucella is a bacteria and the disease is brucellosis. That is not fatal. It’s it’s deadly with animals and not deadly with humans. And the doctors explained to us that he is a second case that they are aware of that some human dies from this–that they they know of.
So my younger son Ivan was handsome, tall, funny, kind, polite.
We used to come home alone, with a key, and mom would tell us “No TV until homework was done.” And I would go straight to the TV and he would go straight to the room to do his homework. And I would you know put on a show or whatever and I would come to him and say, “Hey this show is coming on!” And he told me “No! Mom said no TV until homework.” And he was so intense about doing his work and being a good kid–he really was almost too good to be true, really.
He was just going to be a genius. Like his dad . . .It it’s very hard to to understand that kind of a loss.
Everything we had gone through up until then was nothing. And still is nothing. A unit of four–that was my rock and my foundation. My whole world was being just torn apart.
I was devastated so much that I remember first first year crying constantly like every awake moment I was crying. Two years after our loss my husband left the marriage.
So my parents got divorced And when my mom told me they were getting a divorce–I was in such disbelief. I was in such shock. Slowly, everything that I thought was real, everything that I thought was part of my life was was just getting ripped apart in front of me.
I was functioning a few hours a day to be a normal mom, prepare food. Every moment I can collapse and cry and be with my pain. That was happening.
One day I was in bed, my face in my pillow and Robert comes into my room and sits right next to me. He was 11 years old. He says, “Mom I understand you lost your son but I lost I lost my brother. And my father left. So I lost that, too. I need you.
As soon as he said that I jumped from that bed like somebody poked me with a knife and I said you’re absolutely right. I’m here for you. And I said you know what you’re going to do. You and I are going to go to the bike store and we’re going to buy two bikes. Don’t ask me why I said that.
And we biked and hiked the whole summer.
And I remember him biking in front of me.
He would turn around and yell, “Mom!”
I said “what?”
“I LOVE YOU!”
He saved he absolutely saved my life and I’m so lucky. He saved my life because when Ivan passed away I had a tremendous reason to live. I had the reason. I was responsible for Robert’s life. So just by being there it brought the strength out of me and now. And then we started getting better a little bit. Slowly slowly. We started getting better. So I feel my son saved me
After everything, I love being with my son. I love to watch him grow up into an amazing young man. I love just being and talking with him about everything and anything. He’s 30 years old, he’s 7’3”, he has a huge beard. And doesn’t let me hug him and kiss him as often as I would love to. And when I come close to him I can smell the smell of my babies. I don’t want him to start feeling weird but I want to inhale and remember the smell of their skin.
He plays professional basketball in Israel. Because he lives far away, of course we use the FaceTime and Skype, and all the technology helps tremendously. These experiences carry me for approximately six months. And then my wound in my chest–from losing a child and from him being far away–start bleeding again uncontrollably and I have to get the ticket and fly again and see him again to feel a little better.
Mom, they can hear the tears on the podcast.
It was amazing for me to hear what do you really remember.
Yeah, because it really happened.
It was really amazing for me.
Robert Rothbart just finished his 13th season playing professional basketball. He’s played professionally in Europe and Israel since he graduated from high school. He’s a proud dad of two and he lives with his family in Israel.
Nada Rothbart lives in Sonoma County, California where today she’s a realtor. She doesn’t play basketball anymore but she does do a lot of yoga. She’s actively campaigning to convince Robert and his family to move back to California–so she can see them as much as she wants..
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2. The Choice, Part 1.
Jul 4, By David Newson
Produced by Briana Breen
In April of 1992, she was living happily in Sarajevo, Bosnia, with her husband and two young sons–till the night the Bosnian Civil War broke out on the street in front of their home.
Featuring: Nada Rothbart.
April 1 1992, 4 days before start of war. Ivan & Robert
Nada, Zoran, and Robert (10 months old) in 1987 in a park in Sarajevo
Nada, age 17, at a tournament in Budapest. Nada is far right.
Nada is in the top row, second from left. Age 15 in 1971.
This is Lucky: True stories of unexpected events, adventures, and experiences. I’m Briana Breen.
Today’s Episode: The Choice
My name is Nada Rothbart. Since I was 13 years old I was this tall–six foot three–and fell in love with that game of basketball. In between 13 and 30, I played first division in Yugoslavia; that’s like the WNBA here in America. Coaches said I was one of the most talented players the country ever had. I loved it so much I never wanted to leave.
I played all the way until I found out I was pregnant. And I remember that day we were warming up and i just couldn’t feel right it felt like somebody’s pulling my legs down I couldn’t jump and then that week I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t play after that.
So my last job was being a secretary slash lawyer. It was the most boring job you can ever imagine. I thought–this is it. I’m going to open my own law office. I found a space. I remember dragging the carpet across the town in high heels.
Everything was there. I was so excited. And I already found some clients.
The day before I was going to open my law office, I locked the door, and I remember walking across the river Mijacka. I barely touched the ground–how happy I was
My husband and I, my two little kids, 4.5 years old and 5.5 years old, we lived with my in-laws. We were sitting the dinner table and we started hearing unusual noises outside of the window. I looked through the window. [Sound of crowd shouting in Serbian.] It was unbelievable amount of people walking from one side of the town towards downtown. [Sound of crowd shouting in Serbian.] Hundreds of people yelling. It was scary. And suddenly I heard a gunshot in front of our balcony. [Newsreel footage sound of woman yelling in Serbian. Sound of machine gun shooting].
It was a sound I’d never heard before. My husband went through the door immediately to see what’s going on. And Later on, on TV, we heard that was the first victim of war.
I just said that that was a sound I’ve never heard before and I just realized it’s not true. Several months before war started we would go to concerts on the top of the hill in Sarajevo. And my husband and I and my best friend, Aida, we are going up to catch a concert and we hear gunshots maybe a street or two down. [Sound of shot being fired.] And we stopped. [Sound of two shots being fired.] I don’t remember who said who said, “Oh it’s not in our street.”
So these things were happening slowly, gradually, to the point that you’re able to say, “Oh this is not in my street I’m going to go to the concert.” That night my husband said I don’t think we will have war in Bosnia because the nationalities are so equal that nobody can win this war.
At that time Bosnia had three major nationalities Serbs Croats and Muslims. Among all our friends, there was always Serbs, Muslims, Croats, and I’m Jewish. We had neighbors with all nationalities and religions. We were all friends. We celebrated everybody’s holidays. My in-laws were Serbs and I learned how to celebrate their Christmas. We felt nothing would ever divide us.
First 10 days maybe, we had a somewhat normal life. The shooting was only during the night. And during the day we were going to get to work. Kids were going out to play.
My father called from Serbia saying, “Pack your bags and run.” I said, “Oh don’t worry Dad. They’re just shooting over our buildings. They’re not shooting at us.” And he–being the only Holocaust survivor in his family–was terrified! He said to me, “Nada, if you have any chance pick up your kids and leave.”
I remember saying, “They will stop in day or two everybody’s saying they will stop and I want to keep working in my office.” He said to me, “Nada, Six million Jews died because they were holding on their offices, their stores, their lives, their houses. Because they didn’t know that something like this can happen. Who could know that? Who could predict something like this? But your entire family died in Auschwitz so you know you don’t repeat the same mistake.”
It took me at least 20 days to figure out that it’s actually a war. in some level, I thought–maybe somebody is shooting a movie about the war in my neighborhood. And I remember thinking that’s pretty crazy thought; you know better. it’s very hard to accept that your entire life is gone. Everything you ever worked for, learned, studied, accomplished, planned. It’s absolutely gone.
I went to work several times until one day–I was all dressed up and ready to go in–and I remember grabbing the door handle the biggest bomb exploded. And it was in the in the middle of the day and I remember stopping and saying well they will be OK if I miss one day. And from that day I wasn’t going to work at all.
Sarajevo was divided by the river Mijacka. Mijacka was a beautiful river that had bridges to connect us. When war started, Milatzka divided the town in two. And I have never known before war that I live in so-called Serbian part. So now I’m living in the Serbian side of town. Mountains that are on my side of town are filled with Serbian tanks and soldiers. They’re shooting across the river to the Muslim side of town. Muslim side of the mountains are filled with their soldiers and tanks. And they’re shooting across the river. And one of the first victims was a little two year old that was sleeping in a crib. She was a muslim little girl living in the Serbian side of town. So Muslims killed her hoping to kill somebody who is a Serb. It’s just a representation of absolute nonsense of what happened and how these wars are absolute tragedy.
The Serbs put an announcement: If you are a male from this age to this age, maybe 16 to 68 or something like that, you need to report to join the army. As soon as my husband saw this. He came home gave me five thousand deutschmarks in cash. That was a huge amount of money for Yugoslavia at that time. And he says I’m not going to join the Army. I’m leaving.
He didn’t kiss the kids he didn’t hug and kiss me. He just left. I can just guess that it was too hard to say goodbye. I remember closing the door and saying–now it’s up to me. I have two old parents here. I have two little kids here. And I need to keep this together.
If I can remember correctly it was maybe a few days. Just a few days and things started getting worse and worse and worse. Serbs surrounded every building and came with tanks and heavy ammunition. Some soldiers were holding these rockets on their shoulders. And when they shoot somewhere–that produces and amazing sound and the whole building would shake many, many times. From the shaking, the building material would get all over the house, in our hair and skin.
Very quickly figured out that the safest thing to do is to cover all the windows and place the shelves with books and the cushiony stuff from the sofas, mattresses, because the bullets and pieces of the bomb would be stuck in the fabric of the mattress and the layers of the books. Every time when we hear sirens we would go down in the basement and stay there until we feel we are safe to come up. Of course if the bomb explodes on top of our building would be all underneath. There was absolutely no safe place for us.
The only thing we had as far as food is 100 kilos of sauerkraut and we had probably a case of oil. Every single day I cut sour cabbage, and put a little olive oil as a salad, and a little red paprika. Try eating this every day with absolutely nothing else. It’s healthy, it’s probiotic, but there is absolutely nothing in your stomach.
One particular day I experienced a horrible bang on the door. I opened the door and I see 17 guys in front of me; I counted them all. The first guy standing in front of me is taller than me with a line of bullets across his shoulder and machine gun. I start assessing the situation. And the guy says, “What’s your name?” So I said, “Nada Rothbart.” “What’s Rothbart? What last name is this?” I said, “It’s mine.” He wants to know am I Serbian? He wants to know is he going to kill me or not. What is he going to do?
And I just found the kindest and the warmest voice. And I said, “Listen gentlemen, we don’t have anything here for you.” He asked me immediately, “Where’s your husband.” I said “He’s gone.” So I opened the doors wide open–so I’m not hiding anything. And I said, “We have here my in-laws they’re old and sick in the bedroom. I have two little kids and me. There’s nothing here really.” And I just stood there and looked straight into his eyes. I gave him respect. And I stood my ground. Several long seconds of silence. He says, “OK let’s go guys.” And they turned around and left. Later, I heard that they got into every apartment. They beat people up. They came to steal anything of value.
One of the nights being in a basement. My neighbor who was at that time 60 really broke down almost like a nervous breakdown yelling at me, “How dare you keep your kids here. Everybody left with the small kids and you stayed here with your little kids. I don’t know why you’re still here.” But at that time I didn’t have any way out. There was no way out.
I had the deepest pain in the bottom of my stomach really knowing that I kept my two precious sons in that situation–and I could have left earlier–and I am responsible for their life or possibly death. it was tearing me apart. I was convinced, we’re all going to be dead here.
One morning, it was quiet–unusually quiet. And I opened a drawer in the living room and I found that transistor radio. I didn’t know I owned one. And I listened to the news. That there was going to be a five day ceasefire starting that day. From the experience, a cease fire would happen except for it would last 20 minutes. And somebody would shoot and then war starts again.
I said, “Let’s go.” And I put my feet into the first shoes I found. I knew this is a place I will never come back again. So we walked out. My mother in law walked with us maybe for two minutes and she just said, “Well I will say goodbye. Her husband had a stroke. And he was in bed. She was not going to leave him. So we just briefly gave each other a hug. I didn’t turn around to see her. There was no looking back.
This is Yugoslavia–as my hand. In the middle of the hand is Sarajevo. On the right side more towards the north is Serbia, Novi Sad. We were going towards that direction, going towards my hometown, when I saw a new formed barricades and around 50 to 60 women and kids. Kids crying and women yelling, “I want to go.” So everybody heard on on the radio there will be ceasefire–and they’re trying to go. So the army is stopping us and saying, “Who are you and where are you going?”
And we are standing in the back of that line when suddenly one of the soldiers that appeared to be the main guy in that barricade said, “Hey, Nada, come here.” I didn’t know is it good or bad. And I started walking to the front of the line. And I come close to him and I recognize him. He’s one of these faithful fans from my basketball years that meet you in a bus or on the street says, “Oh I’ve watched your game last night. You played really well.” And I would always politely thank him and stop and talk to him. Suddenly he’s in a uniform and my life depends on what he’s going to decide.
And he says where are you going. I said, “I am from Navisad. I’m going home.” He said, “Oh, I’m going to help you. Hey buddy. Come on over. Help this woman and these kids go to . . . Where do you want to go?
The first place I had in mind to go was Pale–a little village.. If I made it there there was no bombing there. It’s on the top of the hill. Where actually the Serbian authorities and president were located at that time. So if I make it there– could hope to survive.
So now this guy shows up with a car. Beat up car filled with ammunition, bombs, everything. He looks like bad news. But he was asked to help us. The kids started to cry immediately. And I said, “Hey, don’t worry about anything. This is a really good man. He’s going to help us.” And I made a crucial mistake.
I gave him a $100 worth of money to motivate him to help us. He took the money–which was at that time a yearly salary in Yugoslavia. He took the money, drove us literally around the corner of that building, opened the door and cussed us out, “Get out of here you piece of dot dot dot.” And we just got out. “I said, no problems no prob. Thank you so much. Thank you.”
My kids are screaming and crying. I hugged them and kiss them and kneel down. I said everything will be OK. We’ll be fine.
So we kept going, walking, kept going and suddenly there was a field full of women refugees–old women and women with kids–and unbelievable amount of army trucks. Every truck was full. And I thought, I’m the luckiest person if I can get the permission to go in the back of the truck with my kids to get out of Sarajevo. And I asked the driver, I said, “Is this ok if my kids and I go up there.” He looked at me and my beautiful kids and says, “No ma’am I will find something better for you.”
He walked me around and found another truck. Now I walk in the back of the truck. Two thirds of the truck were ammunition and food. And there was six soldiers. I put Robert, the older son, on the farther side. The younger son in my lap. Hugging both of them. So they have no contact with any soldiers. And we started our journey. So here we are in the truck. I thought this is it. These people are going to drive us and we’re going to be safe. After around 15 minutes our interrogation started. They started asking my kids questions.
“What are your names? What is your religious holiday?” So I’m Jewish and I never taught them any of our holidays; I grew up playing basketball and not too much in a religious world. They knew I was Jewish but there was not on the top of their head. We celebrated their father’s Serbian holidays. And they started telling them the right answers–because they were Serbian soldiers.
“We celebrate Christmas, we celebrate this, we celebrate that.” They said, “What is your grandma’s name? What is your grandfather’s name?” They just went through all the questions. And I knew for sure that if we were Croats or Muslims–they would kill us. And that would be the end of it.
So it one of their last questions is, “What’s your father’s name.” “My father’s name is Zoran Kajmakovic.” And the soldier next to me says, “Oh I know him. He’s the best friend of my neighbor.” “He’s a really good guy.” I say, “Yes, yes he is.” And from that moment the energy relaxes.
We arrive to Pale. It’s a little village. I’ve never been at that village. And they said “Ma’am where where do you want me to drop you off.” I said, “I have no idea.” And they dropped me off in front of the police station. And they left. I looked around like a slow motion camera 360 several times and I saw like two football fields far away a man half an inch tall going away. Something familiar. And I realized oh my God my husband has a cousin here and I knew his name. His name was Misha. But how likely is that I see one guy in Pale and that’s his cousin?
I decided this must be Misha. And I started screaming his name 10 15 20 times screaming. My yelling turn into a real screaming with tears because if I stop I have no other idea what to do. After maybe 20 times the person turned around and started running towards me. And when he was close enough he says, “Nada, is it you?”
He took me to his home. Wow. Clean house. Hot shower. Wonderful dinner that I couldn’t eat. My kids ate dinner. Wienerschnitzel and chicken soup and all these wonderful things. I couldn’t believe that we used to eat this kind of food. But Pale never had war. Even though it’s so close to Sarajevo.
We went outside for a little bit to walk with kids and in a little park that was very close. We let them swing in the swings. It was so surreal to me. The silence. And my kids happy in the swings. We came home. She made some crepes with chocolate; the boys were loving it. They were just, oh my goodness, chocolate was around their faces and they were so happy.
So in my mind, I felt we made it. But I didn’t say anything. I thought, at that point, that we saved our lives. I didn’t know the war is happening all over Bosnia. And in my journey I had to go further through the land of Bosnia to get to Serbia.
Misha bought tickets, bus tickets, for next day for seven a.m. for us to go from Pale to Belgrade–capital of Serbia. I did manage to call my father from Pale and said we are getting into that bus. In the bus there was only women and kids below the age of being recruited for the Army. And we started our journey. That is usually 5 hours driving distance.
I remember seeing villages bombed–whole village emptied. I saw killed big animals, like cows and horses; on the edge of the road. Throughout that journey we were stopped by at least 13 very unusual groups of men. Several of them had some kind of army uniform. Some of them didn’t. They would come in and I.d. every single one of us. And then they would leave. It would repeat over and over again.
There was a grandma in front of me, on the other side of the bus that was hiding a young teenager who would be in that age bracket to join the army. And every time somebody stopped the bus and these weird characters walked in he would go underneath the seat and she would cover him with a blanket. And I have a feeling it was for a reason that he was right there where I was sitting. I would start talking to the guy and kind of distract him to take him away from this boy. I never talked to the grandma. I never talked to this boy. Bus was absolutely full of passengers. Nobody exchanged one word with each other.
Several hours later the bus stopped again and there was a new border in between Bosnia and Serbia. There was no border in between our republics before. So a little manmade kiosk and a soldier. He says, “You need to turn around. Go back to Sarajevo. Because Serbia is not accepting refugees anymore.
As soon as I heard that I took my kids and I walked outside and the soldier said, “What are you doing ma’am?” I said, “I’m not a refugee! I am from Navisad. I’m going home. I’m not a refugee!” And they both said, “Ma’am, go back to the bus.” So it’s war. So you don’t you. I mean I tried. I tried not to go back to Sarajevo–wouldn’t you? Go back to hell. I would rather walk for days then to go back to get killed.
Five hours sitting in the bus and waiting. I hear the driver turn on the engine and we left. I don’t know why and who decided to let us go.
So approaching to Belgrade, my father he was waiting for probably six hours. We arrived and I saw him through the window. He saw me and he collapsed on the floor. And I picked up my kids and I walked outside. I said, “Dad, why are, why are you crying. I’m here. I’m safe.”
He says, “When the bus was late for hour, two hours, three hours–I went to the information window and I said, “When is that bus coming from Pale that left at 7am?” He says, “I don’t know.” “What do you mean I don’t know?” He said, “Well, the previous bus never arrived.” “What do you mean the previous bus never arrived? How come busses don’t arrive? Where are they?” He said, “Well, the groups of criminals in this mountains stopped the bus. The criminals knew if you’re leaving your whole life and you can’t carry anything–you can carry a little cash and a little jewelry. So they killed everybody in the bus to steal little valuables.”
When my father heard that. He is the only person surviving Holocaust in his entire family; including his 9 year old sister died in Aushwitz. He just couldn’t handle. He decided to stay there until I arrived.
Even now I think about that. What did I do to deserve to be on that other bus. How lucky I was. I think about this often.
We drove from Belgrade to Navisad. It’s an hour and 15 minutes. Very soon we went to shower and to bed. My mom’s and dad’s apartment is very small and so Robert, Ivan, and I slept in the living room on the floor using the cushions from the sofa and the armchair. We would hug each other very close. And Ivan would climb underneath me, in the midle of the night, to feel safe.
I wasn’t able to sleep. I go out to go for a walk and my dad says “why are you going in the middle of the night. It’s not safe.”
Of course it’s safe. Nobody’s shooting and bombing me. So of course I can go to walk and smell the air and be outside and listen listen how silence feels
Thanks for listening to Lucky. You just heard the first part of Nada’s story. We’ll be back in two weeks with part two of her amazing adventure which will take her and her family to a new continent and, also, back to basketball.
You can see pictures of Nada’s life before the war at luckypodcast.org. If you enjoyed this episode, please subscribe–wherever you get your podcasts.
Music in this episode is from blue dot sessions. Produced with help from Natacha Ruck and Tony Gannon.
Thanks to David Newson, Mary Helen Montgomery, Fernando Hernandez, Bryan Posner, Peter Keith, Sonia Paul, and Elyssa Dudley.
Special thanks to Nada Rothbart, Robert Rothbart, and Tom Wurst.
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1. The Cello
Jun 15, By David Newson
Produced by Briana Breen
Featuring: Mike, Matthew Linaman, David Clarke, and Jean-Michel Fonteneau.
Briana Breen: Hi, I’m Briana Breen. You’re listening to Lucky: Stories of unexpected events, adventures, and experiences. Today’s Episode–The Cello.
Mike: I’m Mike. I’m retired I’m 77 years old. I live on Castro Street in San Francisco. When my wife and I bought this house–I had no idea what the Castro was like. I looked out the window one day and I saw just sheer chaos, all the way across the street all the way up to Market Street. And it was the Halloween celebration on Castro. I had absolutely no idea what neighborhood I’d moved into. And it was it was a hoot. It was a total hoot.
Mike: I just uh hadn’t hung out with a lot of gay people and now I was sort of a blockbuster. And what’s come to pass is about 85-90 percent of my friends now are gay. Cause I live in the middle of one. I live one block from the geographic hub of gayness in the western hemisphere. And it’s a very cool neighborhood. I love it.
Mike: A lot of the merchants here aren’t making a killing. Realizing that and seeing that there are things that are needed . . . I notice for example at the coffee shop I’m going to now that the wall getting scuffed up. I’ve got a woodshop in my basement and I made up a chair rail. I don’t know, a 20 foot long strip of wood and went in and bolted it to the wall so that the chairs would scrape against that. Some of the benches outside were falling apart so I was always bringing over my tools and tightening up the the stuff or replacing broken boards. You know proprietors don’t have a lot of money to buy new stuff. So it was easy for me to just do it.
Matthew Linaman: My name is Matt Linaman and I’m a cellist. I discovered cello in my public school music program. I must have been 11 or 12 I think I actually started on violin in orchestra and then the first day I heard this kid trying to tune the cello with the teacher. It was like tunnel vision going right to the cello. I just loved the sound. So I went home that day and told my mom I wanted to get a cello.
Matthew Linaman: So when I was 14 my father got diagnosed with cancer. It was really advanced stage cancer by the time they caught it. And he didn’t have that long to live. So in that time I think I really used the cello as a way to sort of cope. As soon as my dad died. I sort of fused with the cello as sort of almost it felt like my soul trajectory.
Matthew Linaman: So I had just graduated from the Conservatory of Music in San Francisco. I graduated still totally in the fantasy of what my career would look like. It was a really inspiring vision for myself but not quite grounded in reality. My objective right after I got out of school was to get a studio of students. I had one private student who was this little 4 year old. I had no idea how to teach a four year old and the mom knew and little kid knew and I was just learning and experimenting. I decided to get a part time job while I was looking for more students . . . So I was sitting in a cafe in the Castro. And I look up to take a sip of my coffee and I see a flyer for the cafe that says that they’re hiring. So I immediately think this is a sign. So I decided to turn in an application right away . . . .
Matthew Linaman: I’m working at the coffee shop. And there were a lot of regulars that came in. So, over time, we sort of got to know what their orders were. A regular that came in everyday, twice a day, was Mike.
Mike: 6:30 in the morning 4:30 in the afternoon.
Matthew Linaman: I could usually start getting his coffee brewed as I was guessing he was walking down the block.
Mike: They just they see me coming and they just pour me a cup of coffee.
Matthew Linaman: He always got a black coffee of our choosing. No milk no sugar.
Mike: I have my own cup there . . .I’m not a coffee con-noisseur. If it’s brown and warm I’ll drink it.
Matthew Linaman: He was a favorite at the cafe. We all adored him. Another regular was David. He gets the amnesia roast. Medium sweet with cream.
David Clarke: Matthew’s just such a spirit that just talking with him makes you feel good. So it would always put a smile on my face to see how he was doing. And to see him behind counter.
Matthew Linaman: It was late June. I had just gotten off my shift at the coffee shop to get his phone call. I answer it and it’s my teacher. Jean-Michel.
Jean-Michel Fonteneau: I said, Matt, I found your cello.
Matthew Linaman: He had like total certainty. He had been encouraging me for a few years that I needed to upgrade my cello. So he told me about it and I said OK well how much is it. He was like . . .
Jean-Michel Fonteneau: For now just ignore the prices and just go and try it and see if you like it.
Matthew Linaman: So I said how much is this cello. How much money are we really talking.
Jean-Michel Fonteneau: The cello was priced at $125,000.
Matthew Linaman: He said that’s you know that’s what they’re going for these days. So I go oh OK. Alright well thank you for the call and I’ll check it out. Take care. And in my head I’m thinking–Thank you but that’s crazy. I’m just counting my tips from the coffee shop right now and I’m thrilled to have 23 bucks in my pocket.
Jean-Michel Fonteneau: I am Jean-Michel Fonteneau. Matt came to study with me when he was in high school. After that year he stayed four more years in college. So I’d like to go to violin shops. I visited Ifshan that morning in El Cerrito. He had two beautiful early 19th century French cellos. And I can’t resist in this situation so I tried the instruments for a good two hours. One of them was definitely the best of the two. And I immediately thought of Matt. I had this gut feeling that that must be the instrument. And of course the logical person in me was thinking well this is really expensive. So but at least I’ll mention that to him and he’d come and see. And we’ll start from there.
Matthew Linaman: There’s no possibility of me buying $100,000 cello. But it just so happened that I had to go into the shop that it was that it was out to get my current cello repaired. I was there so I was like well I might as we’ll try it. They set me up in a separate room and just in the middle is a chair and this beautiful cello. And then they had set out like three or four bows for me to try as well. Which I also didn’t realize at the time but the bows themselves were worth 25 to 30 thousand dollars. The sound was so beautiful. And something like I had never heard before. But I knew the price tag. And so I put it away and I went home.
Matthew Linaman: And I had to go pick up my cello the next week. So I went back to the shop and I was like well can I just try it again. I immediately felt a connection to the sound and just the way the cello felt while I was playing it. That day they were like oh you should just take it home just take it home and try it out for a week. So I ended up going home with two cellos that day; which is crazy that they just like I like take this $100000 thing. Like, I had taken BART to go to Berkeley. So I’m walking with two cellos on BART. So I was hitting the little turnstile. And then I had like a nightmare that night, of course, that like someone’s going to break into my house and I couldn’t sleep.
Matthew Linaman: So I got to keep it for a week. And at that time I wasn’t even really thinking that I could buy the cello. It was just a total pipe dream. So I was just having fun with it playing hours a day. And I think that’s basically when I fell in love with the cello.
Matthew Linaman: So at the end of the week the trial was up and I had to take it back to the shop . . . Basically I decided that I can either let it go and say well it’s just impossible or I can try . . . I had no clue how to go about achieving this goal. I didn’t even really know where to start. So I just created this online crowdsourced campaign. It was a 60 day. No I think it was a 30 day campaign. Which is crazy I thought I would raise $100,000 in 30 days. I didn’t raise the $100,000 but I did raise almost $10,000. It was sort of a stark realization like oh shit like I have a hundred and fifteen thousand dollars more to raise . . .. I spent a lot of time overwhelmed–you know, just like lying on my bed like freaking freaking out. I spent a lot of time freaking out.
Matthew Linaman: I had some faith that I could make it work somehow. But the fear often over-rided that. I was often just battling like the fear and the uncertainty of how I was going to go about doing it. And if I could do it. And if I was worthy enough to actually own a cello like this. Am I actually a good enough cellists to deserve this? . . . Because there was so much pain, and so much soul-stretching with this cello, I think it wouldn’t really let me give up.
Matthew Linaman: After one of my shifts I put up a poster for this fundraising concert. People were like–oh that’s such a nice poster. And then they’d sort of realize that it was me. People had no idea that I was a cellist. I was just working at this coffee shop. It was interesting b/c so many times had I gone into a cafe, with a suit on, carrying my cello, heading to some performance or something. And the barista would say something like- that’s really cool, I used to play cello, or I play cello, or I play violin. And I would sort of be like–oh, that’s really great, wow, like–keep it up. Best of luck. Now I was that barista. Seeing people come in with a cello–I’d be saying, “Oh, I play cello too” and I’d get the same response back.
Matthew Linaman: Two of the regulars in particular showed a lot of interest in the concert. And one of them was David who as soon as I put the poster up was was incredibly excited and he said oh my gosh I do real estate now but I actually am a trained pianist. The concert was literally I think the next day so he said Send me the information and I’ll be there. It was really my dream to be performing this cello as a soloist in a big hall and get to hear the cello fill the space. And share my music with people on this cello. David comes to the concert and was really excited about my project about fundraising and what I was working on and he told me that he just wanted to help me find ways that I could do it.
David Clarke: He was trying to raise an enormous amount of money. And I thought–this is going to be daunting for him. As a pianist I know if I walk into a concert hall to play with an orchestra, they’ll make sure that I have my choice of the finest nine-foot concert grand at my disposal. Not for a string player. A string player has to walk in with it–carrying it on its back. It’s quite a commitment beyond just making music of knowing that you’re going to have to make this investment in order to be able to do what you need to do. I hadn’t at that time formulated a plan but I had come to a conclusion that I wanted to find someway I could help. I said, “Hey, you know, I’m interested in what you’re doing. And was wondering if we might sit down when you’re not working and we can talk about how we might take it to the next level.”
Matthew Linaman: So David and I started working together creating some marketing things and planning our own joint recital and rehearsing, and after one of our rehearsals. David went to this dinner. And it just so happened that Mike was also part of the group. David’s all lit up and he starts talking about the project that he’s working on with me.
Matthew Linaman: The next day it was 6:30 a.m. and Mike came in while I’m making his coffee and he says to me, “When you get to the point in your fundraising where you might need a loan and I can be of assistance.” And I was stunned. One of the biggest challenges I had been having was if I can’t raise a hundred and twenty five thousand dollars–how am I going to get a loan. I was like 21 I think working at a minimum wage coffee shop job. No bank was going to give me a 100k loan. So there was one of my biggest obstacles and then this person just walks in that I had only really known through making his coffee and having the on and off conversation and basically offered to offered a huge solution to my problem. It was Incredibly generous.
Mike: He seemed like a very sincere and honest person who was struggling to get a start. There was a time in my life where I was struggling to get a start. It doesn’t hurt at all to help someone in need–when you see the need. So I just do it. It’s really easy to do. I got to this neighborhood in ‘87 and it was just sort of the height of the AIDS epidemic and it was a very sad neighborhood. I mean you know memorial services were going on all the time and there were people who were destitute and in need of help. I would just pay for things that people needed, like, buy glasses or a new dental crown or whatever. And what was neat about that was that instead of giving five percent of my income and wondering what the hell happened to it–hoping somebody somewhere to some system benefited from it. This was direct. I would just write a check to some dentist or to some opthamologist or what have you. And it was done. There was no overhead no administrative costs. It was just done. And I knew that my money accomplished something.
Matthew Linaman: So even with this offer from Mike to basically solve my problem, there was still one more thing that happened. Which was that the shop selling the cello decided to take the cello back to France to have it looked at by some experts. It had been attributed to this famous cello maker, Georges Chanot, but this cello doesn’t have a label. They said, “It looks like his cellos. It’s probably his cello. It looks pretty French. And it’s pretty old.” I was worried. I was like–it’s going to be authenticated and say yes it is a Georges Chanot cello and then the price is going to double if not triple. Or it’s going to come back and say no, it’s not a Georges Chanot, and then we’re not sure what’s going to happen. So it was gone for two months and during those two months I was worried that if they really did authenticate it to who they think made it, I Would have to just let the cello go.
Matthew Linaman: It had been 8 or 9 months that I’d been trying to buy this cello. And I was standing on the sidewalk. I’d just gotten off from a shift. And I finally get a call from the shop. The cello’s back And the owner has this very sad tone. “Well, you know, we weren’t able to authenticate that it’s a Chanot.” And so they lowered the price by $50,000. From $125,000 to $75,000. That’s when I knew, yeah, I could do it. I have $20,000. I can sell my cello and get this loan from Mike. My problem has been solved. And at that moment the shop owner, who told me this news in pretty somber tone, said, “So we can understand if you’re not interested anymore.” And I literally started jumping up and down. But on the phone I had to, you know, I was like “Let me think about it; I’ll let you know.” But I knew at that moment it was a done deal.
Matthew Linaman: Every time I take out my cello I feel this connection to its journey, and to its history, and to all of the hands that have miraculously brought it into my life and let it be part of my life, and let me be part of the cello’s journey. And I think about where it was made in France in 1830. I think about all the cellists that played it. The journeys that these people have gone through with the cello. I think about the wars it’s been through. All the things people probably had to do to protect it to keep it safe and in such great condition. And that this cello has been witness to all of this. So now that I’m part of this cello’s journey for a period of time, I’m going to play as much music as I can on it. And when my time is over, it’ll go on to the next cellist and play more music and take other people on wild, amazing journeys with it.
Mike: I don’t think Matthew was at the coffee shop more than six months and he was gone. The monthly check shows up in the mailbox and I go, “Oh, there’s Matthew again, right.” (laughs) Everytime I see him he’s he seems happy and I hope that continues. I hope he becomes YoYo Mah’s successor. I just hope he finds in life what he what he wants And that’d be a good thing.
Briana Breen: Thanks for listening to Lucky. You can learn more about Matthew and his music by visiting luckypodcast.org. We’ll be back in two weeks with our next episode. This season we’re featuring stories told by San Francisco Bay Area residents. But we won’t just be sticking close to home. We’re going behind the walls at San Quentin State Prison, to the site of a tragic plane crash in the midwest, and into the arena of professional international basketball. We’re excited to introduce you to some of the fascinating people we’ve met.
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Music in this episode was performed by Matthew Linaman, David Clarke, and is also from Blue Dot Sessions. Production thanks to Elyssa Dudley and Tony Gannon. Extra special thanks to David Clarke, Mike, Jean-Michel Fonteneau, and Bryan and Kristin Posner.
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