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April 05, 2009


I really enjoyed your story about your Grandma. I don't have my mom or her mom anymore and now want to ask my mother's surviving siblings alot of questions before it is too late. I never knew either of my grandfathers or my dad's mother (she died tragically when I was two) and my family history is way too sketchy. Your comments have given me a prompt for the next time I see my mom's sister. I'm going to take a notepad!

Danny, this one is priceless. it brought tears to my eyes! What a life story! So inspiring and fascinating. The photo of the two of you is something special indeed! One more thing for us to discuss when in Chicago next month while roaming around HP!

Your whole family is so beautiful...In every way.

My mom had me when she was 33. I grew up in Mormon land, and all the kids in my neighborhood thought my mom was ancient.

Danny, it's uncanny how closely our family histories are intertwined. Scary! I too, personally know someone of your "advanced paternal age" who has little kinderlach at home, used to have a full head of hair, and whose forebears were from the same town in Poland! On a serious note, how wonderful to hear that cousin (?) Anne is still with us and be blessed with more family to surround her. I miss my grandmother Lillian Spector Goldkin as well. May their memories be a blessing!

Oh, right, Alan, YOU get in the family Guinness Book of World Records for oldest new papa. Whew! For other relatives who may see this, Alan is our long-lost South Carolina cousin, the grandson of Harry Goldkind, Alta Toba Korolnek's little brother. (They dropped the "d" somewhere along the line.) So if I'm figuring this out correctly, Alan, our Aunt Anne Wolff would be your first cousin once removed.

You bear more than a passing resemblance to Gene Siskel in that last photo.

Another great post, btw.

I graduate May 23rd with my AA degree in Sign Language Interpreting. I am not a grandma, but at 53 I sure don't feel as young as I used to. Going back to school to get my AA degree after I already have my masters degree, some people think I am crazy. But, there is always more to learn. It was harder than I thought it would be--especially learning all the new technology. It was worth it though-- I learned soooooooo much! School keeps you young.

I just found your blog accidently searching for that fabulous Greta Garbo quote and I stayed. I really like this story. I spent last night with what is left of our blood family. Me, my mom, one cousin. There were others at the Seder table, mostly Gentiles (always mostly Gentiles) but we're down to a scattered few. One of the married into's was checking out the old family photos on the wall like the one you have. It was a nice trip down memory lane. I wished I had known to ask, record and remember, when there was still family and grandparents around to ask.

Lovely piece, Danny. I love that early photo. You are so lucky to have it.

My grandma also had to quit high school to go work for the family. And, when she finally got the chance to go back to school, she got her GED and enrolled in college. My mom was a teen and I believe my aunt had just given birth, making grandma a grandma. But then, colon cancer came . . . and she never did get to finish and bitterness came . . . and the depressed grandma I met when I was born. Always the glimmer of what could have been, but wasn't. Oy, as you say.

Thanks for sharing your history. It's meaningful.

That bottom left photo has glimmers of a Shirley MacLaine lookalike!

What a lovely piece, Danny.

Danny, I don't know how I got onto your blog but when I read the April 16 entry I got shivers. My family lived at 507 Roscoe from 46-52. We were on the 3rd floor, above your grandmother's apt. I remember all those red heads. Please send me your email address. Michael

More things we have in common. My mother's mother was born 04/05/10. She was born in Nashville, Ark. The town was blown off the map by a tornado (later rebuilt & became the home of Electrolux), & the family moved to Ky. They later moved to Chicago.

I was fortunate to know my Gramma fairly well as an adult, I took care of her from the time she was 83 until she died at 88 1/2, in 1998. She had Alzheimer's, so I didn't get as much info out of her as I'd like (mom also had it & died 2 years later - never wanted to give me any family info).

What I did learn was that Gramma met Farrell when she was 13, decided she was in love& they ran off to get married (still living in Ky. then). Her mother tracked them down & had it anulled. Two years later, she gave in & they were wed. My mother showed up 2 years after that. I also learned that Gramma (a true 4x4 as they used to say) had been a gymnast in her youth and the reason her father wasn't around to control her was that he died in the Spanish Influenza.

Mom had bright red hair & freckles. What I find esp. an amazing coincidence is that my mother was sent to school to learn the comptometer, when she worked for the Sunshine Biscuit Company (original Ceez-Its). She was very proud of that accomplishment. I had never heard of it, so coming to read your blog & finding mention of the comptometer(as well as common Gramma birthdates, Ky., & red hair) really gave me a gliff!

Hope you don't mind my sharing my ramblings. Your posts usually set me down the path to Chicagoland memories, so this time I decided to share some back with you.

Thanks Danny, for sharing your grandmother this time, and your life generally.

And to ramble further, I meant Cheez-Its. :-P

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