My parents were children of immigrants and if there was a family ideology, it was To Become American. No one liked to talk much about the past, although even as a child I would interview them as best as I could. Both grandfathers had died by the time I was born. One grandmother was Yiddish speaking and quiet, the other was not but she preferred to discuss her life at the moment: who she saw and where she went. And Rosemary Clooney’s mother, her next door neighbor in her LA apartment. What talent that family has, my grandmother often said.
Jewish Holidays, Families, Groucho
Love this
Hits very close to home. I miss it too, at the Holidays. It's never been quite the same.