‘Conversations with Papa Charlie’ book review: Thumbs up—and toes, relax
The Schmidoffs’ windmill burned down in 1908 in Lipnick, Russia. An upshot was a real estate empire half a planet away, including Crystal City, the huge office and residential complex across the highway from Reagan National Airport. How did it happen? A rabbi saw the fire and other events as signs for the Schmidoffs to leave Russia. They sailed to New York and eventually became the Smith family of Washington, D.C., so legendary in real estate and philanthropic circles.
David Bruce Smith, grandson of Charles E. Smith, recounts the rise of the man and family in Conversations with Papa Charlie, a 119-page collection of stories that should please many in the local business and Jewish communities. Papa Charlie came out a decade ago but is timely in the wake of the death of Robert H. Smith, the author’s father, on December 29. I’ll review the book, enlivened by the warm drawings from the younger Smith’s gifted mother, Clarice Smith, and then, in keeping with the family’s interest in charities, I’ll suggest a new philanthropic initiative that just might reflect David Bruce Smith’s personal passions.
The younger Smith aimed for a memorable tribune, not a full-length, objective biography with all the good and the bad. He has succeeded, aided by the many idiosyncrasies of his subject—from distain toward Big Macs to a fondness for deep-breathing exercises and self-hypnotism, body part by body part. “Toes, relax,” Charles Smith would start, nodding off before he could command his head. As required of all Jewish families by the Almighty, much of the intergenerational talk focused on food. Papa Charlie was an anti-cholesterol hawk, remindful of my father, who, given a hamburger, could squeeze cow remains to a second death with his napkin, lest any artery-clogging juices remain. But Charles Smith may have been even more relentless in pushing his David toward fruits, vegetables and low-fat yogurt.
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