my great grandfather also fled czarist russia, running like hell from cossacks, we are still told. His initial work was carrying mattresses Upstairs ina warehouse. i’ve been told that many times, but why in hell did the mattress have to be carried upstairs? Weird. Anyway, his son became a lawyer and the great grandfather never left him, slept in the same room as my dad, read the newspaper every day, hung out and talked with the neighbors. And we continued to be lawyers. Now that i think about it a little more, i think we’re happier generation by generation. the jews from around the holocaust we’re justifiably freaked out, but as time goes on, we seem to have relaxed. Now, with this interbreeding I am participating, we’re barely jews. We’re not thinking we’re going to have to get up and flee cossack-equivalents every day, though in temecula, who knows what t he future will bring. I’d say I’m happier and more secure in my social place than previous generations, who thought it all probably more unstable than even i do…
