Mother’s role was MOTHER. She always did what needed to be done. For the most part she was living the life she expected to live.
My mother was very much a loving, generous, caring person who was simply limited by her lack of education, but, strong in meeting human challenges. Continue reading
Probably one of Fritzie’s class pictures. She is in the middle row, 3rd from the left.
I can remember that everyday when we sisters came home from school there was a fresh round loaf of rye bread with jam for us to snack on. Continue reading
When I was seven, in 1926, my oldest sister, Josephine had a big wedding in a Temple in Detroit. Continue reading
One October evening Dad came home and announced that we would be going to Temple after supper. It was Succoth, a Jewish harvest festival, and there would be a special ceremony and treats for the children. The synagogue was about 15 miles from our house, which resulted in our not going there very often. But when Dad decided to go, we went.
On the way home, we noticed a bright light as we neared eight mile road. Continue reading
