After falling twice on the icy pavements, Mom sent an article to the Jewish newspaper – about herself and how she’d like to meet a nice Jewish man. Her photo attached – the newspaper reached Pennsylvania where my grandmother saw it, promptly sending off her single son to seek her out. Dad only knew that she studied at the NYC Jewish Seminary and her name was Rose. Sitting in the dean’s office, Dad inquired about her. But the dean said we have many Roses. Just then Mom happened to pass by. “I’m the Rose from the article.” A winter wedding soon followed.
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Dad showed up for their first date wearing a white suit and driving a white car - impressive for the 1930’s! My grandfather had realized that you couldn’t make it on the Jewish East Side, so decided to move to Pennsylvania where he started off selling “alteh/zachen” old merchandise on a wagon. Later he bought a grocery store which eventually became a warehouse/department store.
Mom’s family was so poor that the bank was about to foreclose on their house. Dad, like a white knight, salvaged the mortgage. Their January wedding and honeymoon in an icy white Niagara Falls – how fitting.
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Dad showed up for their first date wearing a white suit and driving a white car - impressive for the 1930’s! My grandfather had realized that you couldn’t make it on the Jewish East Side, so decided to move to Pennsylvania where he started off selling “alteh/zachen” old merchandise on a wagon. Later he bought a grocery store which eventually became a warehouse/department store.
Mom’s family was so poor that the bank was about to foreclose on their house. Dad, like a white knight, salvaged the mortgage. Their January wedding and honeymoon in an icy white Niagara Falls – how fitting.
