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Jessi, my father’s dad passed away when my father was 9, so my Zaide was the only grandfather I knew. We were sat down and told by my mother in our late teens that he was actually our step-Zaide as my Bubby had remarried after giving birth to my mom. We never would have suspected that as our Zaide loved us so much and treated us like his own. And hearing the truth about him didn’t make us feel any differently about him or love him any less. He was the only Zaide we knew and was more than we could ever have asked for.
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About Staten Island, wow, rf. My friend didn’t feel threatened or anything, just a little wierd. Or maybe he did feel a little threatened. We all left and the two guys didn’t have that great a time. 🙁
I think Staten Island has changed a lot since the early 90s–plenty of striving African and Russian immigrants these days. But then it really reminded me of a hick town, with all the black folk on the wrong side of the tracks.
Bay Ridge too–I remember the stares in the late 70s when my brother and his black girlfriend visited me and my white boyfriend. Lots of hard stares. But other ethnic and racial groups have found their way to the R train, and I couldn’t believe how many Arabs I saw there when I visited about 10 years later.
When I moved to southeastern Clinton Hill in 1989, when there were very few other white people nearby, I never, ever had that kind of experience. Maybe some coolness until people figured out that I was benign but everyone was at least superficially friendly.
Yes, it has a menu, not a huge menu – it IS a truck — but it has burgers and other stuff. I had a burger and it was really good.
God, I hate suzie Orman. She is smart; I will read her books, but I can’t take her voice and her hysteria. So I just change the channel. I do have some stuff she wrote. Quite an empire she built for herself.
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Are you sure the 20 year thing applies to loans that have already been originated or is it just going to be for the new loans directly issued by the government?
i will go APESHI+ on a college campus if it’s the latter.
“Biff, my parents always had the book “Alive” on our danish, mid-century modern shelves.”
Jessi, my folks always had on their bookshelves a few books on the Holocaust. I remember once, as a very young boy with no clue yet as to what the Holocaust was, showing my well-read, religious Zaide one such book, in an effort to impress him. It was a biography of Adolf Eichmann. He quickly grabbed the book and put it away, well out of my reach. My Zaide was a very compassionate man and I couldn’t understand why he would react to me that way. It took me many years until I understood that he was simply trying to protect me and shelter his beloved grandson from such things until I couldn’t be sheltered any longer.
Jessi, my father’s dad passed away when my father was 9, so my Zaide was the only grandfather I knew. We were sat down and told by my mother in our late teens that he was actually our step-Zaide as my Bubby had remarried after giving birth to my mom. We never would have suspected that as our Zaide loved us so much and treated us like his own. And hearing the truth about him didn’t make us feel any differently about him or love him any less. He was the only Zaide we knew and was more than we could ever have asked for.
By jessibaby on September 1, 2010 2:08 PM
Biff, that’s a sweet story. I only had pop-pops and never a zaide.
I had chicken pox and a rash once.
Biff, that’s a sweet story. I only had pop-pops and never a zaide.
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About Staten Island, wow, rf. My friend didn’t feel threatened or anything, just a little wierd. Or maybe he did feel a little threatened. We all left and the two guys didn’t have that great a time. 🙁
I think Staten Island has changed a lot since the early 90s–plenty of striving African and Russian immigrants these days. But then it really reminded me of a hick town, with all the black folk on the wrong side of the tracks.
Bay Ridge too–I remember the stares in the late 70s when my brother and his black girlfriend visited me and my white boyfriend. Lots of hard stares. But other ethnic and racial groups have found their way to the R train, and I couldn’t believe how many Arabs I saw there when I visited about 10 years later.
When I moved to southeastern Clinton Hill in 1989, when there were very few other white people nearby, I never, ever had that kind of experience. Maybe some coolness until people figured out that I was benign but everyone was at least superficially friendly.
Yes, it has a menu, not a huge menu – it IS a truck — but it has burgers and other stuff. I had a burger and it was really good.
God, I hate suzie Orman. She is smart; I will read her books, but I can’t take her voice and her hysteria. So I just change the channel. I do have some stuff she wrote. Quite an empire she built for herself.
oh snap!
*rob*
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Are you sure the 20 year thing applies to loans that have already been originated or is it just going to be for the new loans directly issued by the government?
i will go APESHI+ on a college campus if it’s the latter.
*rob*
“Biff, my parents always had the book “Alive” on our danish, mid-century modern shelves.”
Jessi, my folks always had on their bookshelves a few books on the Holocaust. I remember once, as a very young boy with no clue yet as to what the Holocaust was, showing my well-read, religious Zaide one such book, in an effort to impress him. It was a biography of Adolf Eichmann. He quickly grabbed the book and put it away, well out of my reach. My Zaide was a very compassionate man and I couldn’t understand why he would react to me that way. It took me many years until I understood that he was simply trying to protect me and shelter his beloved grandson from such things until I couldn’t be sheltered any longer.
shut up dave, i watch the susie orman show, i know what im talking about!
*rob*
Now I know why you dress the way you do.