Without the Internet I’d probably be out of touch with my Cousin Barry. He is a few years older than me. I always looked up to him when I was a kid. If he’s reading this it’s probably the first time he’s heard that. We all sometimes forget to say the important stuff, but it’s true.
I got an email from him last week.
I recently had reason to look through some old pictures of me that one of my childhood friends requested and came across some old pictures of your parents and grandparents.
I’m not going to post them all here–just two. The first has a family I recognize, but whose name I forget plus my grandmother, mother, sister and two aunts. I love the picture because of the high pouffy hair! It’s like they all went to the same hairdresser who did it all on an assembly line. Only my sister made it out unscathed!
The second shot features my folks and my grandmother. It was taken on the balcony of my grandparents apartment twenty three stories up in Trump Village in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn. Back then, before additional buildings went up, they had a view out to the Atlantic (plus the two elevated subway lines which ran near the building).
My mother saw the photo and commented she was good looking back then. She still is. My dad too.