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When I was age eight my maternal grandfather Max, passed away. My grandmother Bessie, known as "Gram", moved into our two-bedroom apartment in a Bronx city housing authority building. She and my grandfather, immigrants from Romania and Russia, came to America in the early 1900's seeking...

[caption id="attachment_1346" align="alignleft" width="300"] Ga-Ga with Lindsay at about 6 months[/caption]My father-in-law, called “GaGa” by his grandchildren, was a well-to-do man by any measure but refused to eat potatoes for his entire adult life—not even a french fry could cross his lips. To him, potatoes...