The Life of Bernard Wasserman, a”h An Oral History
transcribed by Howard Wasserman
Editor’s Note: Baltimore’s iconic Wasserman and Lemberger butcher shop is still located on Reisterstown Road, owned now by Mr. Arie Benjamin. But old timers will remember when both Mr. Wasserman and Mr. Lemberger, with their white butcher’s coats and gracious European manners, stood behind the counter and served customers. Here is the story of Mr. Bernard Wasserman, told in his own words.
I was born in 1923, in Emeruth, Bavaria, in Germany, which is located approximately 30 kilometers from Nuremberg and five kilometers from the town of Edensdorf, where the train station was. The town was a farming village of approximately a thousand people. It was a real hick town – no paved streets. Jews were allowed to settle there around 1700 or so, as the cemetery’s tombstone’s go back to that date. It had a nice shul, built around 1850 from sandstone, and a thriving Jewish community composed of cattle dealers and tradesmen.
My grandparents on my father’s side were Jacob and Babette Wasserman. My grandfather was a cattle dealer and also, at one time or another, a butcher, who processed small animals, such as goats and calves, when the slaughterhouse was in one of the rooms of a house in Emeruth. They sold the hindquarters to non-Jews and the forequarters to Jews. Jacob was a religious man as people were in those days in the small villages; so was my grandmother. They kept Shabbos, Yontif, kashrus, and never did any business on Shabbos or holidays.






