A few days ago, my wife gave me a yellow gold ring to replace the white gold wedding band that I had worn for almost 48 years but lost in January. The ring she gave me belonged to Jacob Bloom, her great grandfather. It’s a strange feeling to be wearing another man’s ring. I don’t suppose he would object to my wearing it, since he has no use for it now, although he might wish that one of his descendants was wearing it instead of the husband of one of them. Still, perhaps he would be glad to know that just about every time I look at it I think of him.
But I have to imagine what he was like, for we know little about him. He was born in Louisville, in 1856 or 1857, the son of Nathan Bloom, who had immigrated from Bavaria in the early 1840s, and Rosina Kling, who was born in Lorraine. We know much more about the father than the son, for Nathan Bloom became the head of one of the greatest wholesale dry goods houses in the South, operating in all the southern states as well as in Ohio and Indiana. A philanthropist who contributed greatly to Louisville causes, he's memorialized there by a street named after him. One of his sons graduated from Yale and became a distinguished physician.
But his son Jacob seems not to have led as notable a career. He was known as Colonel Bloom, but as far as we know, he never served in the military. We assume that he was a Kentucky colonel, an honor awarded by the Commonwealth of Kentucky for outstanding service to the state or the nation. Whatever his service was, it's unknown to my wife. I suspect the title was a reward for a generous campaign contribution, but this is an ungenerous thought and I hope untrue.
He and his bride, Sallie Thurnauer, who was born in 1858 in Cincinnati, lived neither in Louisville nor Cincinnati but in New York, where he devoted himself to his investments. This was a time when the stock market was largely unregulated and more speculative than it is today, and his financial reverses forced his wife, who also came from a rich German Jewish family, to go to work. She eventually became the much-admired principal of The Hebrew Technical School for Girls, one of the charities established by the well-established New York German Jewish community for the benefit of the poor Eastern European Jewish immigrants who had come after them. Still, the Blooms had come down in the world. Whereas her parents could afford to send her to Vassar, she and her husband could not manage such a college for their own child, my wife's grandmother, who went to what is now New York's Hunter College.
I hope that my great grandchildren will inherit this ring, just as my wife did. They will view the legend inscribed inside, S. T. to J. N. B July 11th 1881, and wonder who they were. They won’t ever know that another ancestor wore it for a while, and that he served as a custodian for what would pass down to them.
I wear my grandmother wedding ring. It is huge and rich. I like it because it has a nice story. Mussolini, during the II world war, asked the mothers of the contry to give their gold to the mothercountry. My grandmother, as many others, ordered a smaller wedding ring to give Mussolini and hid the original one, which I got. I will recycle it when I get married with Max as I am affectioned to it. Wally
ReplyDeleteGreat ring story. However, I am more interested in the Bloom name. My great grandfather married a Bloom from Jefferson, Kentucky. Can we connect for more info?
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Researcher, my wife's great grandfather was born in Kentucky. Can you give me an e-mail address to which my wife can write you?
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