My Early Lurier Life
My mother’s mother, Sarah Lurier
My mother’s parents
My father’s mother, Bessie Shore
MY EARLY LURIER LIFE
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iologically unlikely but actually true, I had four mothers, four siblings, and multiple extended, loving, talkative, bossy, Jewish, advice-giving relatives. Blame may be assigned to my grandparents on both sides who kept having children, children, and more children. They, in turn, biblically begat progenies and so it passed that four sisters had a few brothers as well as four husbands – and those four sisters consisted of my mother and my three aunts, who were parents of their children, my dear cousins. It was 1935 when it all began for me. The family name was Lurier. Here’s how it played out. My immediate family benefitted greatly from my father’s work ethic, meaning that none of my uncles did as well financially as my father. He was in the supermarket business during the war, and we, I am now ashamed to say, ate steak while many had diets far leaner. However, my mother never suffered from greed, and I don’t think a month went by during the war that she and I neglected to travel by car to carry treats to my
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