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With Grandma Fannie, circa 1924.
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Mom and me in the 1920s.
Mydadandmeon Catalina Island, 1925.
Before we went to sleep, Grandma Fannie would sit on the side of the bed, and after unpinning her long hair, which she wore in a big bun on top of her head, she would let me brush her hair, which always smelled nice. Then she would put her false teeth into a glass of water, which I just hated. Finally, as she did every night of her life, she mumbled her prayers in Yiddish. She never taught them to me, though.
