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I is for immigration

Three of my four grandparents were Ukrainian Jews who immigrated to the US around the turn of the last century. The other one was born in the US, but her … Continue reading

April 10, 2013 · 3 Comments


When I was little, when my other grandmother, my father’s mother, was still alive (All I remember is some orangey-red lipstick and dyed red hair and the smell of cigarettes.), … Continue reading

March 16, 2007 · 1 Comment

By the way…

Rachela is what my grandmother always used to call me. The stress is on the first syllable. Grandma is a whole ‘nother story!

February 28, 2007 · Leave a comment