tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15055061458560652002012-02-16T03:49:50.700-07:00These are stories about Goldie Checheck Zevin and Jacob Eli Zevin, Jack and Naomi (Anna) Rochlin- Eisenberg my grandparents, Soloman Harold Eisenberg and Shulamith (Shullie) Zevin Eisenberg, my parents and Sandee Brooke, me! As I remembered them for my children and grandchildren and all those friends and scattered family all over the world. Some of these stories were told to me by my elders, and some happened to us together. I hope you enjoy the snippets of our lives.sandeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995580467260258334noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505506145856065200.post-54955485991338501402009-10-23T09:34:00.000-07:002009-10-23T09:36:35.177-07:00

OUR DOUGHBOY POOL``````````````````````````````````````` This must have happened in the late 50's or early 60's because we moved back to First Avenue when I was eleven or twelve, that was 1956 or 57. We had been able to take some kind of vacation every year, soon after we moved back, the business was bad and the cost of the addition to the house and what ever made going away impossible. So, Mom

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HAROLD COOKS For THE BOARDING HOUSE Harold told me about the first time he had to cook for the Boarders at the ‘Eisenberg’s Boarding House’ in Miami Beach, Florida alone. The Boarding house was something like a “Bed and Breakfast” today. There was a ‘light breakfast’ coffee and rolls or Danish. Then Dinner, at the table like a family. So while Harold was in his late teens he always helped Anna/

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I remember our first dishwasher, it was named "James". My brothers, Paul and David, and I all were passing around Whooping Cough. I think it was the third or forth round. I would get it and then just as I was about better one of the boys got it and so on and on and on. I remember Mom asking the Pediatrician what might help, because she couldn’t remember the last time she slept all through the

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HAROLD AND HORSESWritten 15 May, 2004Harold’s memories of horses were not happy ones.They were of the horses of the New York City Police Department mounted officers during the depression.The Police Officers used their horses to control the "mobs" of people trying to line up for food or in rent strikes. He remembered once being trapped in a doorway by an enormous black horse with an NYC Police

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DADDY’S LAST LOAF 22 September 2006When my Father died he left a grieving family and friends and a few loaves of his home baked bread in the freezer.This was amazing for a man who was born 76 years earlier in the roughest part of Manhattan Island still known as "Hells Kitchen". He was an asthmatic child and did not thrive, but did fight to survive until years later when his widowed mother took

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HAROLD AND THE OWNER OF THE "TUCSON INN"In 1977 or 1978 Dad was working alone in the Windowcraft showroom at 2707 North First Avenue. It was a hot summer Saturday mid-afternoon as I recall and the hour to close was drawing near and All Dad could think of was locking the doors, and walking the 50 feet to our house and getting a cool drink and a swim.About 5 minutes before the closing hour, a "

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Harold and Shullie traveled across the country in an 18' Airstream Trailer with all they owned in 1943.It was the middle of WWII and Harold’s health was deteriorating in Miami Beach. Because Harold was a valued war worker arrangements were made for them to travel on Ration Stamps for the gasoline, oil and tires they might need on the trip.The floor of the old Airstream Trailer was damaged by mold

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Sandee’s ZD Initiation - June 1958When I was 13 years old, I had to go through an initiation into my Family’s Organization. My Bubbie and Zehda had taken me to New York to celebrate the fact that I had gotten through grade 8. In the fall, I would begin High School and become another kind of person entirely.So, the summer of 1958 I spent on Long Island with my Mom’s older sister, Aunt Matt, and

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