Everyday Jews: Scenes from a Vanished Life
Yehoshua Perle
1935
Chapter Sixteen
The question arises: How did my mother, who, with her first husband, the feldsher, resided in spacious rooms, with brass handles on the doors, come to be with Father, a village Jew who lived in a place known as the New Mill, a good judge of hay, who feasted on sour milk and sour cream from large earthenware bowls, who liked to bathe…
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