The patrician façade of Abe’s Ocean Parkway house was betrayed by its tenement-like interior with yellowish walls and four cramped apartments.

This is where Rose and Joe,
my parents, ended up.

Aunt Lillian and Uncle Norman
and their three children lived on the first floor, next door to our grandparents.

Our Uncle Murray asserted his independence by moving 11 blocks away, with his wife, Anne, and their two children. So that apartment went to Uncle 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.