ALTHOUGH SHNEIDER, meaning tailor, is a common name in the Jewish community, I can’t say I have ever personally known one.
I do, however, remember a scene from “Fiddler on the Roof” vividly, when shouts of “It’s here! It’s here” rang out in celebration of an arrival — the arrival of a baby, the audience is led to think. In fact, it is the arrival of Motl the tailor’s long awaited Singer sewing machine.
Maybe it’s because my grandmother was a seamstress of sorts, her lips often pursed tightly holding a needle between them, a thimble capping her finger, threading a garment, that I have always had a soft spot for tailoring.