Memories of Grandma Sarah's house

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I remember the house was cool and dark,
shades always drawn and the smell of cigars.


There was clear plastic on the couch
and sticking to the furniture made me say, ouch.

The colors were clean and blue and
there was always something cooking in the stew.

I was told later it was chicken soup or borscht
And when I was young, red beet soup, had to be forced.



and a very large fish in the tub it was swimming
later I was told it would become our pickled herring.



Boiled potatoes and sour cream was always on the side
and Mommy's family, the Broudy Clan around the table were applied.




I was always curious about the upstairs floor
there was a real Squirrel attached to a lamp behind a bedroom door.


Then there were these giant porcelain dolls, I was immediately in love.
And spent my life searching for their faces below and above.



Grandma Sarah and her girls in the kitchen always cooking
Blintzes and Knishes, no better, so stop looking.


There was Mommy, called Vivian, Dorothy and Jeanie & Ileane was the youngest.
And all of their kids were thrown together, 'cause we were cousins.

Marshall took me to see Abbott and Costello meets Frankenstein at the matinee

and Cookie and Barbara, Sept. 2nd, we saw the Beatles, now that was a special day.


Joel called me Fatty Bum Ba Lattie,
but I felt his love and he made me smile
And Uncle Henry could dance the Mummers Strut;
the house was joyful for quite awhile.

Families grow and members move away.
But the fond memories of Sarah's house
in my heart will always stay.



Steve and Edie got married and moved away first.

And my cousins now live on every coast.

And maybe I didn't appreciate them when I was young,

But now as I recall they were the most fun.