mrs. neushin's pickles
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A two minute history story about Portland's old, Jewish, chainsmoking pickle maker Mrs. Neushin,TRANSCRIPT
DILL PICKLE CLUB – PERFECT PICKLE FUNDRAISER – 2/7/11
TWO MINUTE HISTORY STORY BY SARAH MIRK
There was once a little old chain-smoking Jewish lady in Portland who
was beloved for her pickles. Her name was Mrs. Neushin and she lived in a
funny white house on SW College Street which has two front pillars and a
boxy shape. It’s still there today, between fourth and fifth avenue, though
now it sticks out like an abandoned thumb, surrounded by parking lots and
tall apartment buildings. The one hundred and thirty one year old home is
now a Mediterranean restaurant run by an Egyptian man named Hassan who
I’m told makes excellent $6 falafel. But that’s a different story.
Before the 1950s, South Portland was a strongly Jewish neighborhood.
And it was a neighborhood, cute yards, vegetable gardens, tiny houses close
together, five synagogues, three Jewish bagel makers. Mrs. Neushin made
pickles in her basement in large wooden barrels. According to an old man
who was young at the time, Mrs. Neushin and a group of female friends were
often seen sitting on the porch of the white house, peeling garlic. When the
brine was ready in the basement, Mrs. Neushin would “conscript the
homeless and wayfarers from Burnside to roll the barrels up and down the
sidewalk in front of the house in order to properly mix the pickles.”
Another Portlander remembers heading into Mrs. Neushin’s basement
with his parents to buy pickles—what he remembers most vividly is not the
pickles, but the cigarette clinging perpetually to her lip as she mixed the
brine and doled out the pickles.
The joke was that Mrs. Neushin’s secret ingredient wasn’t any garlic or
vinegar but the ash from her cigarettes.
But during the 1950s, the city decided that the mostly low-income,
Italian, Jewish, black neighborhood was blighted—it had a higher crime rate
than the rest of downtown and the houses looked old and dilapated
compared to the new modern city center popping up. A report in 1961 said
that the area would better serve the city if it wasn’t a neighborhood of homes
and bakers and pickle makers, but was instead a bunch of mix-use stores,
shops and offices. So over the next two years, the city used $12 million in
federal money to basically raze the whole neighborhood and “renew” it from
scratch. The Portland Development Commission demolished 445 buildings
and relocated 1,573 citizens. Mrs. Neushin’s house is one of the few old
homes still standing.
After Mrs. Neushin died, another pickle maker, Steinfelds, bought out
her label—but reportedly not her recipe. These days, the cucumbers
themselves are grown in India. But that’s a different story.