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  1. Bill, just finished reading the eulogy for your mom. It was a wonderful tribute filled with vivid memories of what a beautiful person she was. As an old New Yorker, I took the liberty to go and check out her Brooklyn birthplace apartment at 107 Bristol St, (ah, the internet!) . it still looks like a great neighborhood. I wondered if she had gone to P.S. 327 across the street or was that built later? Also interesting, was the possibilty that your great- uncle Israel’s pharmacy a block away could be the forerunner of the Rite Aid pharmacy at the corner of Bristol and Pitkin.

    As usual, thanks again for sharing your family’s history and your interesting professioal assignments.

    Mike

  2. Mike, Thanks for the comment and the research about the old Bristol Street neighborhood. After you wrote me, I checked it out myself on Google Streetview and found the block, but couldn’t pinpoint which house was 107. My sister tells me she’s heard 107 isn’t there anymore. But the other 3-story brownstones are similar to the house where our Mom and her cousins grew up. My Uncle Izzy’s drugstore, however, was not where the Rite-Aid is, but more where the Radio Shack is, on the corner of Bristol Street and Pitkin Avenue. I don’t know where Mom went to grade school, but I suspect PS 327 wasn’t there yet.

  3. Hi, Bill,
    I just read your eulogy to your Mother, and I miss her, miss not having known her. Your words made her life seem so seamless in a way.
    And it has brought memories back and a felt presence of my own Mother this morning.
    Taft, not Wilson, was President when she was born, but she too lived to see Obama’s first term. She died in the summer of 2010, just a few months before reaching 100 years. Like your Mom, in her own bed- but in my sister’s home.
    I have three boxes of her letters and when I wish to have a cup of coffee with her I reach into a box and reading her words brings her into the room.
    Thank you for posting your eulogy; the telling of your parents’, like mine, lifespans somehow brought a sense of coherence and wholeness to the century we were born into and the direction things may take in this one.
    Judy

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