that I ended the girls’ piano lessons, which was pretty revolutionary at the time. Sharon and Annie had asked for lessons because the little girl down the street was taking them. But I said, “Girls, I’m not going to keep nagging you to practice. You’re not going to practice, you’re not going to have lessons. Besides that, he was a terrible teacher. “I said if you want something else, okay.” I can’t believe I stopped that, because mothers don’t stop that, they push music lessons. And it was too bad, because daddy wanted them very much to learn to play the piano. He started taking lessons in his thirties.
Marvin was a Ph.D. psychiatrist who people loved to judge as a father. Well, he was a man of many sides, who would occasionally display a hot temper and then compassionately reconsider. Marvin’s younger brother was Bar Mitzvahed but Marvin refused. However, when Steven withed to be Bar Mitzvahed at the proper age, Daddy said, “No.” I was a little surprised and approached him with the single comment, “Your father gave you permission not to be Bar Mitzvahed. Don’t you think your son should also be allowed to make his own decision?” Simple reply. Dad’s
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