[Congressional Record Volume 159, Number 94 (Thursday, June 27, 2013)]
[House]
[Page H4084]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]
HONORING MAX FLEISCHMANN, JR., A GREAT AMERICAN FROM THE GREATEST
GENERATION
The SPEAKER pro tempore. The Chair recognizes the gentleman from
Tennessee (Mr. Fleischmann) for 5 minutes.
Mr. FLEISCHMANN. Mr. Speaker, today I rise to honor my father, Max
Fleischmann, Jr.
My dad passed away last Saturday. We buried him Monday in the
National Cemetery in Chattanooga, Tennessee, and I wanted to talk to
America today about a very special man.
My dad was born in Astoria, New York, on December 29, 1925. He grew
up during the Great Depression. His stories were legend. He talked to
me about dime movies and penny candy, about radio, about what it was
like to grow up in the Great Depression when his father had to take in
other families to live with them. This generation was coined, later, as
the Greatest Generation, and now I know why.
He would have folks come and visit the house. A fellow by the name of
Moe Howard and his wife, Helen, would come by and sing and play the
piano. Moe Howard was playing with a little-known group then called The
Three Stooges. He would have a lady by the name of Gladys Weiss come
and visit their home. Her late brother was a magician, an escape artist
who had been deceased, called Harry Houdini. These stories were
tremendous. He talked to me about his first Coca-Cola at the 1939
World's Fair and what it was like to drink that.
He was an incredible man. He had one good eye. He stood 5 feet, 2\1/
2\ inches. He took 7 years to graduate from high school because he quit
high school to join World War II.
When he showed up to serve in the United States Army, they said,
Young man, you can go home. You're what we call 4-F. You've got one
good eye. You've got poor skin. You're short. You can go home. He said,
No, I want to serve; I want to serve.
And serve he did. They let him serve. And he went to the China-Burma-
India theater. He didn't even know a war was going on in that part of
the world because his brother was serving in the South Pacific and he
had cousins serving in Europe. But he was 18 years old, and he went on
a ship and on a plane and on a train and ended up in Burma. Over 2\1/2\
years later, he returned home and he went and finished high school.
My dad was a hardworking man, a company man. He always showed up and
gave 100 percent wherever he worked. But he had a lot of hard work and
he had a lot of hard luck. Sometimes these companies would go out of
business that he worked at.
He did not have a formal education. An education was something that
stood out to him.
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And the reason I say that is in honoring him today I wanted to talk
about the importance of education. I was the first person to get to go
to college in my family. He married my mother in 1961. I was born in
1962. But tragically, when I was 9 years old, an only child, my mother
got cancer and passed away a few years later. She lost that tragic
battle. There were times he had no health insurance, there were times
he didn't have a job. He would go all over the country--New York,
Philadelphia, Chicago.
But one thing he insisted on. He said: ``My son is going to get an
education.'' That was so important. And I did. He put 20 bucks away a
week so that I could have an education. I got to go to the University
of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign.
But we didn't know that was not going to be the end of the story.
Because when I finished up at Illinois he said: ``What are you going to
do?'' He said: ``You're bright, you have an education, but what are you
going to do?'' So he said: ``Go to law school.'' He helped me through
law school and paid for law school too. He got to see me get a college
education and get a law degree.
He had a lot of hard luck, but he always worked hard and he made a
great decision. He retired to Chattanooga, Tennessee. When he retired
to Chattanooga, my wife and I started a law firm. In that law firm, we
succeeded as a small business. He saw me scrimp and save and work hard
6 and 7 days a week. He always said: ``Work hard, make sure your kids
get a good education.'' He did that.
He was a big part in the life of my three sons, Chuckie, Jamie, and
Jeffrey. They're 24, 22, and 16 now. They honored him this week with me
at the National Cemetery. What a man. He loved this country, he served
this country, he never forgot the Greatest Generation who gave so much
for this country, and he was a good guy. He was honest to the core.
He got to live to see me elected to this great House. Sometimes we
get ratings 6 percent, 10 percent, 11 percent. He loved to watch this
House. He really liked it when I got to sit in the Chair. He would call
all the relatives: ``My son is presiding over the House today.'' But
ladies and gentlemen, we have a great country, a wonderful country. He
knew that. Only in America could you do something like this--come from
last to first.
So I just wanted to say today: Thank you to my dad. Staff Sergeant
Max Fleischmann, Jr., you did well. God bless you.
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