Pictured from right to left: my brother Franklin, now Ephraim; my brother in law Bob; my sister Ellen; my grandmother Annie: my mother Elsie, me, and my father Adolph.
Here's a true fact - the names my parents were given at birth are not the names that anyone knew or called them by. Adolph was born Abraham, and Elsie was born Lena. My mother explained that all she knew was that her mother Annie had enrolled her in school by the name Elsie. No one remembers why my father became Adolph, yet another question I wish I had asked him while he was alive (my father died in 1990). I will always be left to wonder why, after the Second World War, he didn't use the name Abraham?
One more thing about names. Sometimes my mother didn't call my father "Adolph". She called my father "Dudda". Why? My father was a twin, and my grandmother Sarah, who immigrated from Poland speaking Yiddish, could not fully pronounce the word "brother." So when she called out the window for the twins to come home, she would call "dudda...dudda".
Happy birthday Mom - may your soul continue to ascend to its heavenly source.
Your loving son,