The patrician facade of Abe’s house on Ocean Parkway
belied its plebeian interior.
In four cramped apartments, three generations
lived in relative peace.
This is where Rose and Joe, my parents, ended up.
Aunt Lillian and Uncle Norman,
who had three children, slept in the living room
of their first-floor apartment.
Murray asserted his independence by
moving eleven blocks away with his family,
so the apartment intended for him
went to Norman’s sister, Theda.
This is me- I was called Franny- with my brother Andy.
We lived upstairs.
We shared the same little room-
and sometimes, even the same chair.