Where My Family Came From
I don't really know because no one said much all anxious to be Americans to be doctors, etcetera. Not Eastern Europeans, persecuted, poor. Maybe farmers.
My father's mother Rivka she was short and difficult and she had thin lips. Widowed young, she listened to the stock market on the radio. That was her English. My father brought her fresh bread. He had to lie about the price.
We grew up living as though the past whatever it looked like the past was entirely over. Years later, I know that nothing nothing is entirely over. Ever.