Watch as all the while any number of grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and even grandchildren of grandchildren — the oldest of whom is in the high 40s — dart in and out of the front door, asking Bubby for the lollipops — and brachos — that she loves to liberally dispense,The Heart of the House,Watch as all the while any number of grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and even grandchildren of grandchildren — the oldest of whom is in the high 40s — dart in and out of the front door, asking Bubby for the lollipops — and brachos — that she loves to l
Bubby remains well enough to delegate the work. She just can’t quite do all of it. That’s where family — in this case anything but a small one — comes in a family whose love for their matriarch is supported by a home-aide program that allows Bubby to feel independent. “Like a mensch” says a daughter. “Like a mensch.”
It was in the immediate aftermath of World War II. She had staggered out of Auschwitz alive somehow; he from a “family camp” as a daughter describes it. Their shidduch was redt in postwarBudapest. They were engaged.
By the late 1940s the couple-to-be had successfully immigrated toAmerica. Their new life began with their marriage onU.S.shores.
First inManhattanand then inBrooklyn the young couple kept up all their proud Chasidishe traditions. Their first child was born in 1949. More blessings in the form of children came along. Their youngest was born in 1969.
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