In the mid-90s, when I lived in Manhattan, a friend and I used to put out a monthly comic strip called Ma and Pa Shtetl that ran in a weird little Jewish punk zine. The original strip was a riff on Ma and Pa Kettle, a series of movies from the 1940s-50s about a couple of “hillbillies” befuddled by modernity. We would photograph these little wooden statues in places around the city, and my writing partner would translate their conversations about their wonder at the late 20th century into Yinglish. (Yinglish is English Yiddish.) I’m still mad at myself that I didn’t bother to save any copies of the zine, so the original is lost to time.
Ma and Pa Shtetl Learn They’re Going Back to…
In the mid-90s, when I lived in Manhattan, a friend and I used to put out a monthly comic strip called Ma and Pa Shtetl that ran in a weird little Jewish punk zine. The original strip was a riff on Ma and Pa Kettle, a series of movies from the 1940s-50s about a couple of “hillbillies” befuddled by modernity. We would photograph these little wooden statues in places around the city, and my writing partner would translate their conversations about their wonder at the late 20th century into Yinglish. (Yinglish is English Yiddish.) I’m still mad at myself that I didn’t bother to save any copies of the zine, so the original is lost to time.
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