When we lived in Great Neck there was a family across the street referred to as the Choroshes. They had two children, Celia and Billy.
My parents had a few oddball friends from the old country who became regulars in our lives. It’s only now that I’ve started to wonder who they really were.
I grew up knowing nothing of the stress my relatives experienced, but I feel it in my blood - an ancient fear, handed down, of pogroms and persecution.
My parents both grew up in Hamburg, Germany, but didn’t meet till they were living in New York. My parents had a backyard wedding in Long Island.