When I was seven, in 1926, my oldest sister, Josephine had a big wedding in a Temple in Detroit. Josephine, I am told, had beautiful blonde hair and was very pretty and vivacious. After high school she had attended a business school. Before the wedding there was a large outdoor party and our front yard was strung with Japanese Lanterns and a chicken dinner was served. Mother’s parents had emigrated by that time and were living with us. Grandfather was in charge of making sure the chickens were killed and prepared according to the Kosher rules, since Father’s butcher shop was not Kosher. My cousin, Lillian Greenhut and I were flower girls at the wedding. Frieda, Bertha, Gretchen and the groom’s sister were Bridesmaids and each of them were paired off with a tuxedo garbed gentleman Usher. Popular music was played. Lillian and I danced the Charleston. After the wedding, Josephine and her new husband, Sam Kazdan, left for California.