“We came to the U.S. when I was 4 and she was 7. She was thrown into school without knowing anything, and she ended up teaching me English so that when I started kindergarten I could communicate. She was not just a big sister; she was a pioneer.”
  Do you still feel like the big sister ? “I do. I still feel like I know more than him.”
 “I was born in Russia in 1943, during the war. Our parents were not in concentration camps—they were running. Both my brothers were born in Germany in a displaced persons camp after the war. The war was over in 1945, and we didn’t leave the camp until '49.”  “We came to New York in late December 1949. I remember the ship. It was a troop transporter. Our father was in the barracks with the other soldiers because he was in the Russian Army.”  “It was not like we had our own little cabin. It wasn’t a cruise ship. Did you ever see the movie  Yentl ? It was more like that.”
  Did y’all get along as kids?  “Oh yeah. All three of us did.”  “We didn’t really fight. If one needed money or anything…we always helped. He loaned me $500 for my first car.”  “When we came to this country it felt like such a family effort—a team effort. We started out being different than most people so we stuck together.”  “When we first started school our clothes were different, our food was different…”  “I always looked forward to lunch at school because it was American food. At home we had Jewish food. My parents never bought white bread at the grocery store—always rye bread from the bakery.”  “And we never had peanut butter and jelly at home. In the displacement camp we were fed peanut butter because of the protein, so my mother and dad said, “When we go to America we are never eating peanut butter again.”  “I used to crave bologna sandwiches, just for the white bread. We wanted to assimilate—that was a strong desire.”
 “He had so much interest in baseball and football, and my parents had none. He was a star quarterback. It was hard on him because for most parents their whole life is about their kids’ sports, but to our parents sports weren’t a big deal. I still remember…uh oh I’m going to cry…we went to a game and I don’t remember whose father it was but he was bragging…“My son is this and that.” And my folks were standing there and he asked them, “What about your son?” and I jumped in and said, “He’s the QUARTERBACK!” . Photo 5/9. #siblingrevelryproject #Thisis71 #Thisis74
 “I loved  American Bandstand!  I had to bribe them to let me watch it. One TV and two brothers who didn’t want to watch it. I had to pay 50 cents to my youngest brother so I could watch it without him going crazy and blocking my view.”
  What did y’all do for fun?  “We used to buzz the drive-through. (Did you ever see American Graffiti? It was like that.) I still remember that he had just gotten his permit but I had to drive with him. He and his buddies would be in the front seat and I had to be in the back, crouched down so he wouldn't be seen driving with his sister.”
  What’s the best thing about having siblings?  “I always felt when I was growing up that my siblings were a part of me. I never could hate or be bitter about them because it was like hating myself. I think the same way about our children and grandchildren…we’re all part of the same base. In a spiritual way I feel like we’re connected rather than separate.”
 “I know families that don’t speak to each other. The sisters don’t speak to each other…a father and son might not speak to each other…I can’t understand it! I mean, you can have an argument but somehow you gotta make up, you know?”
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