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Show New York with her son. That's, we always say, the intellectual side of the family. He's Professor of Physics up at Rochester. Father's sister, the one that's still alive married a physician named Savadov. We always called him Philadia, which is the Russian I think for William. That was the, you might say, the well-to-do side of the family. Mother's side of the family, the brothers and sisters, one ran a laundry, one was a house painter, one was in buttons and bindings, all very typical things that Jewish people went into. My father and mother were the only ones that had a store. I don't know how that carne about. The store in Brooklyn, the one I remember best, was in Brooklyn terms, a "dry store". It had no fountain. It had no ice cream. And no soda. My brother and I. I had a brother, we used to kind of resent that because you couldn't get free ice cream. You couldn't get free soda water. It was a cigar, cigarettes, tobacco, stationery, candy, toys store. Oh, and we delivered newspapers. Father had what in those days was called a newspaper route. We kids, my brother and I, my brother died when he was 20. He was older than I was. Well, from the age of 8 or 10 on you helped with the delivering of the newspapers which was not a very onerous chore, you knew. You could, you delivered on roller skates.If the weather was good, you delivered them on a bike after you grew up a bit. On Sundays you had a big three-wheel cart because the New 3 |
