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October 2, 2015
It's true. Our mothers met in the 1930s as teenage music students with the same teacher. Our fathers were best friends, too. They were all each otherís chosen family, part of a larger group that shared a history, a culture and an idealism. A passionate bunch of pianists, poets, painters, and protesters they were, whose idea of a good time was listening to classical records, going for walks and fighting Fascism. In later years, they'd sit around on a summerís evening by the lake, drinking homemade wine and translating Shakespeare into Yiddish. I can still hear the laughter.