Ida Schuster, actor, director and above all Yiddisher momma, tells
JACKIE McGLONE of her life and great loves
IDA SCHUSTER tells me several times how flattered she is to be
interviewed by The Herald, ''just when I thought I was past my sell-by
date''. It is in fact 13 years since she was written about at any length
in this or any other newspaper, which is quite extraordinary for an
actor of her experience. She is into her seventh decade on the boards,
having started virtually as a babe in arms and she is almost a living
record of the history of Scottish theatre.
Which is not to make the impish, gamine-faced Schuster, with her
pointed chin, huge lively eyes and inquiring mind, sound like some
latter-day Methusela; she is simply one of those women who never seem to
age, unless the role requires it. Such is the longevity and variety of
her career that she came armed with notes, fearing that in conversation
memory might play tricks as to the precise year when some event or other
that might be of interest occurred.
She was a Glasgow Unity actor, directed the first production which
opened the Tron Theatre in Glasgow more than a decade ago, and has been
a regular in five Citizens' Theatre companies, including Giles
Havergal's, for whom she is currently creating the cockney cameo of
Rummy Mitchins in his superb production of Shaw's Major Barbara.
A tiny (5ft-and-[1/2]-inch) trim figure in a smart black skirt and
blouse with a froth of chiffon scarf pinned at her throat, Schuster is
wearing her best jacket for the interview -- it is in vivid lipstick-red
leather and it's a stoater.
I am taken into the dressing-room she is sharing with the ''other
plebs'' in the play -- ''the 'ladies' are all next door'' -- and at the
end of our talk she offers me a meal in the Citz canteen. Once a Jewish
momma, always a Jewish momma. I know she will find that remark neither
racist nor sexist but take it for the compliment it is because despite
being a staunch Glaswegian, she is immensely proud of her Jewish roots
-- indeed, her brother-in-law Avron Greenbaum founded the Jewish
Institute Players, one of the arterial forebears of Glasgow Unity, in
the city's South Portland Street in the late 1930s, when the 15-year-old
Schuster appeared in his producion of his own play about Jewish
persecution, Bread of Affliction. Also, at heart Schuster is a true
mother -- ''you always carry that with you wherever you go, whatever you
do''.
When we part, she tells me she feels guilty because this is the first
year since her boys left home -- she has two sons in the medical
profession and six grandchildren -- that she has not kept up her own
mother's tradition of making various jams in season. But she has been on
a diet, so she made only marmalade this year and it was delicious.
Schuster is famed for her groaning table. When the critic and writer
Michael Coveney went to talk to her about her recollections of various
Citizens' regimes for his book, The Citz, she entertained him so
splendidly and so royally that he still talks about it with relish to
this day.
Such warm hospitality is part of the Jewish family tradition she grew
up in. The youngest of nine children, her parents came to Glasgow from
Lithuania, thinking they were going to land in America, and Schuster
recalls a mother who had wonderful hands, and who baked, made wine,
sewed, and made things out of nothing for her brood of umpteen children
and her husband, an antique and second-hand furniture dealer. Later she
even learnt to improvised all sorts of theatrical costumes for the
stage-struck babe of the family.
''She had had six seamstresses working for her in Vilnius in a factory
she started as a young teenager before she married my father at 16. In
Glasgow, I remember she would bake through the night for Jewish holidays
and we would wake up in the morning to magic smells of breads and
teacakes and sponges and wonderful dishes made from potatoes and beans
and meat, which she had cooked slowly all night for the Sabbath, when
they were not allowed to cook. She would often be up all night cooking
in the communal bakehouse, which was the cook's equivalent of the
steamie.''
It must have been a marvellous family to grow up in, with a sister who
had got engaged when Schuster was eight years old to Greenbaum, an
artist, a musician, a writer, a director and producer of plays, as well
as a talented bespoke tailor in the city's Scotch Street. There would be
huge family parties when people sang and danced and acted and the wee
Ida won a much-prized string of beads for her rendition of the
charleston. Like her Dutch grandchildren, Schuster was bilingual. Her
biochemist son Howard has two children ''who speak beautiful English as
well as Dutch. I keep promising myself I'll learn Dutch but someone put
me off by saying it sound more like a throat infection than a language.
As a child I wasn't even aware that I was bilingual.
''My parents spoke Yiddish to each other at home and my father went to
night-classes to learn English, although there were certain words he
never got -- he always wrote 'kinght' for goodnight, for instance.''
SCHUSTER continues: ''The Yiddish language, which is often thought of
as the language of the ghetto, is so beautiful, it has a richness and a
coarseness just like colloquial Scots and the culture is full of
fantastic fables and mysticism. [One of Schuster's most favourite roles
remains that of the possessed Leah in the Hebrew classic The Dybbuk,
which she played for her brother-in-law's company.] My older sisters
remember him reading to my mother at night in Yiddish and in English
because he was a great reader, a left-winger, a Trotskyist, always
deeply suspicious of Stalin when everybody else was hailing him as a
hero.
''So we would be getting all that on one side, meanwhile my mother
quietly kept a very orthodox home. My father was very cynical about
religion, calling it 'the dope of the masses', yet mother quietly
observed all the feasts and holidays and he wasn't going to object
because the food was always superb, all out of nothing.''
Although Avron Greenbaum encouraged her to act, Schuster says she was
a shy child. ''I was and am very shy. Being the youngest of a very large
family, you have a kind of Walter Mitty existence anyway, otherwise you
are bullied left, right and centre. So the world you live in is a
private one and that has made me shy, not a good thing in a collective
profession like this.''
When Schuster married after a spell in the WAAF during the war -- she
recalls cycling through from Edinburgh to take part in numerous
productions such as Priestley's Time and the Conways at the Glasgow
drama school -- her mother came to live with her and her late husband,
Dr Alan Berkeley. Mrs Schuster encouraged her daughter to keep an
orthodox Jewish home, buying kosher food and always reminding her
daughter that preparations must be made for religious festivals.
''Alan and I were liberal parents, letting our children play sport on
the Sabbath and so on, it's interesting that my son Peter, a Glasgow
doctor, refuses to let his son play rugby on a Saturday, but that's the
way it is with the generations, some need religion, some don't.
Certainly, I could never have gone on acting if it hadn't been for my
mother, because I remember weaning Peter when he was only
four-months-old so that I could play in Awake and Sing, and she was just
great, always there to help when I went off on marvellous tours with the
Citizens' to the Netherlands or Venice.
''Women's liberation is about economics, isn't it? A woman needs a
woman. My husband was a wonderful, good-natured man, a much-loved doctor
with a practice in the Gorbals, who also became the Citizens' theatre
doctor, but he never changed a nappy in his life and if you left him a
meal you had to draw arrows and diagrams for him to find it and eat it.
That's the way it was for us. Our generation of women took everything
with us, we took our family and our work, but that is what motherhood is
about. And then you get caught up in big family traumas and you don't
work for a bit and then you have to find your way back. So if I have any
regrets, then it is that I wasn't more ruthless, that I didn't push more
with the directing because some people thought I was rather good at
it.''
Schuster's personal trauma came a couple of years ago when her
much-loved husband of 45 years died. She was appearing in The Steamie at
the time and had to leave the cast. ''I'm just starting to get back now,
it takes a long time to get over it because it cuts across everything .
. .right across,'' she says, with tears in her eyes.
Then there is also the fact that she belongs to a generation of women
who were never very good at selling themselves, women who would
apologise rather than assert themselves. ''I suppose I could have been a
lot more ambitious, but I'm the sort who remembers all the things I
should have said at the job interview long afterwards. But I do regret
not keeping up the directing because all the best directors are also
actors.'' As an actor, Schuster has had to wage her own war against
directorial typecasting -- ''too many couthy wee Scots roles, suffering
peasants, and aged retainers''. The parts she has loved best have been
when she played against type, as Mrs Higgins in Pygmalion, for instance,
in A Woman of No Importance when Philip Prowse had the courage to cast a
small, strong woman as a top-drawer aristocrat, and in Ian Wooldridge's
House of Bernarda Alba at the Edinburgh Royal Lyceum. ''One critic said
I was a veritable King Lear,'' she says, proudly.
Perhaps, muses Schuster, the problem has been that she played all her
star roles before she turned professional in the 1950s. ''I did Juno and
the Paycock, Mother Courage, The Glass Menagerie, and Blood Wedding, all
for Avron, who did world premieres of so many great plays with the
Jewish Institute Players. Then I started playing character when I was
actually quite a youngster because I stood in for someone who was ill
and so I had another fight to get back to playing young.
''I suppose that's why people who saw me way back then when I was
always 'old', will say, 'my God, is she still alive?', when they read
this.''
* Major Barbara continues in repertoire at the Citizens' Theatre,
Glasgow, until September 27.
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