Sunday Jan 20

Visited Rose Sherman,
she and her sister Tillie and
myself then visited my
cousins Lena & Jean who are
also known to them.

May it be known that
although not entered
regularly in this book or
not at all, every day includes
a visit to my sister Nettie
and my little darling niece
Rosie (Ruchale)

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Matt’s Notes:

The cast of characters expands. Looks like Papa’s cousins and sisters must have all lived close by on the Lower East Side, or at least within walking distance since the January cold didn’t keep them from strolling around and visiting each other. (Then again, I imagine the New York cold didn’t impress Papa too much since he grew up in an Eastern European ghetto where they probably ate bowls of hail for breakfast).

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Updates

2/4 – Via e-mail, my mother adds:

Did you know that niece “Rosie” called Ruthie by my cousin Jeanie is the one that died of spinal mennengitis at about 11 yrs of age? My middle name Ruchle or Ruth is after her. Aunt Nettie never recovered from her death. I can barely imagine Papa’s sorrow.

Friday Jan 25

A pleasant evening
home with my family

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Matt’s Notes

By “home with my family,” Papa must mean he visited or hung out with his sister Clara or his sister Nettie and her daughter Rosie.

Papa must have been an unequivocally adoring uncle to Rosie. I wonder if she picked up on his vibe, if her early childhood memories of him are as soothing and important as mine. Check out how blissed out I am in this picture of me and him in 1971:

My wife says this is probably as relaxed as I’ve ever looked in my life, which may well be true. Papa was sick here, struggling with a combination of leukemia and Parkinson’s. Maybe he knew he wouldn’t be around for the next summer’s crop of photos, or maybe he still remembered the lonely winter of ’24; whatever the reason, he enjoyed this moment as much as I. A sunny little memory for us both to take along, for however long we had.