I have written about my Grandmother’s two brothers who died relatively young: one as baby, the other in his early 60s. I did not know them that well. I decided I should write more about my Aunt Minnie, my grandmother’s older sister, because she was important in our lives.
Aunt Minnie is in many of my blogs because she was always with us. When my grandmother moved to Co-op City in the Bronx in the late 1960s, Aunt Minnie moved to Co-op City in the Bronx, in an apartment directly under my grandparents.
When my grandparents came up for the summer to the Catskills, Aunt Minnie came up for the summer to the Catskills and stayed in the same bungalow with my grandparents. I honestly do not know how they did that. My grandparents had the bedroom, Aunt Minnie slept on trundle bed in the kitchen area.
Every holiday, Aunt Minnie was there. She was basically another grandmother. She gave us gifts for our birthdays and Hanukkah, $5 each. She hugged us, she scolded us sometimes, and she told us what to do, just like my two other grandmothers.
Aunt Minnie’s married in 1918. Her husband, Uncle Eli or Uncle Al, died before I was born, in 1949. They had two sons, who were older than my uncle and my dad. But, in reality, the four boys, and then my aunt who was the youngest, were basically raised together. Part of the reason is that my great grandparents lived with my grandparents. My grandfather and great grandfather worked together in a tailor shop they owned. (See blog below.) Family gatherings were always at their apartment in the Bronx.
With all that togetherness, what amazed me is that one of Aunt Minnie’s sons, Victor, married and moved to New Orleans. He left the fold. The other, David, met a lovely woman in England during World War Two and brought into the family a British war bride who was not Jewish, but by the time I can remember she was a loved member of the family. In our family these two men were known as Cousin Victor and Cousin David. They weren’t uncles, but they were not to be called by their first name alone. And their wives were also referred to as cousin, before their first names.
Cousin David had two children, who I won’t name because they are still living. However, I will tell you one story about Cousin David. He had a very bad stutter growing up and into his adulthood. When he was anxious he would stutter then slowed his speech till it stopped. As a child, I had a bad speech impediment. I started meeting with a speech therapist before I even started school and continued through eighth grade. This made me very shy and wary of speaking to strangers. Cousin David was my advocate. At every family event we both attended he would stop to talk to me to give me coping skills which I still use today. I am very adept in the middle talking to switch words because a word I can say today, I might now be able to say tomorrow. I have a thesaurus of words sitting in my mind waiting for an emergency. Cousin David’s advice has been well used over the decades.
Another little Cousin David story. My father is also named for the same person David was named for. But my dad had a different first name that began with D, only his Hebrew name was David. This goes back to my Grandma Esther’s dislike of being one of five girl first cousins named Esther. (See blog below.)
Cousin Victor and his wife lived in New Orleans and had three children. I did not know them at all. I remember meeting them at my wedding, when they came up for the celebration. My Aunt Minnie had died about two years before when she was in her early 80s, and I think the cousins decided that they needed to celebrate together not just go to funerals. One spring break we took our children to New Orleans and spent time with Cousin Victor and met his son and his family. Once again, I won’t name them.
But I will say that Cousin Victor’s son died late last year. He and I kept in touch over the years as I sent him updates on my family discoveries. When my daughter went through a pregnancy crisis, he was so supportive as his daughter had gone through a similar crisis several years previously. He spent hours on the phone with me one day helping me sort through all the emotions this caused. I always enjoyed my contact with him. And I will miss him. We often would say how much our dads and grandmothers would like knowing that we continue to keep in touch.
Aunt Minnie and my Grandma Esther are forever entwined in my mind and in my heart.
https://zicharonot.com/2015/10/10/12-delancey-street-and-my-family/
https://zicharonot.com/2017/11/16/too-many-esthers/
https://zicharonot.com/2024/02/25/uncle-sammy-presents-a-surprise/
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