M father’s parents came from Austria and Hungary at the turn of the 20th century. They met and married in New York. They lived a good life in Brooklyn after hard work and a struggle. My grandfather was always very proud of becoming an American Citizen and wore it like a badge of honor. He attended night school after work to learn English and my grandmother learned it too, though at home they read the Yiddish newspaper and attended yiddish theatre. Eventually my grandfather was able to build a small house for his family in Brooklyn near Kings Highway on E17th Street and it is still there today.