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LOL...How'd you know? She was born in Russia in 1904. Came to the US in 1910. Spoke with a Bronx accent.

My Great-Aunt Bella, though, spoke with a Yiddish accent. She came with my grandmother on the same boat. She was not known as Bella on the boat, nor was my grandmother named Jean. She was quite a funny lady at age 95, though she was somewhat gruff when I visited her and Uncle Julius (the guy who looked like Ed Norton) when I was six years old.

We used to call our great aunts and uncles "Aunt" and "Uncle." I had no real aunts or uncles.

Once, I accidentally dropped a bowling ball on my girlfriend's foot. We got thrown out of the bowling alley because she laughed so much.

It's really hard for people to move sometimes. For monetary reasons, usually.

I hope he moves, too.....away from that junk.

Most of the world isn't like that.

I did find out....but I lost all the paperwork. I guess I could pay the $40 or so bucks to get it back. My grandmother was named Jeannette in 1920, but changed her name to Jean by 1930. She had a Yiddish name on the boat. She didn't become an American citizen until 1936.

It left out of Vilnius, Lithuania.

I don't know what transport they took from Minsk (in what is now Belarus) to Vilnius; that would have been interesting--did they walk all that distance?

Fascinating. I love ancestry.

I had some very sudden / unexpected sensory flashbacks in the past week.

1. A trigger about the smell of a food I ate at a carnival, when I was about six.

2. A trigger about choosing a pottery style bird bath with my father, when I was about six.

3. A trigger about swimming lessons and chlorine, when I was about six.

#1. You had a food trigger---but it wasn't from a carnival.

My stupid phone went dead.

I won't be able to post until I get home---at about 12:30 AM or so.

1. I once purposely ate chalk to see what it was like, envisioning something similar to Flinstones vitamins.

2. I remember a time when I was pretty young going down this highway that was paved strangely with asphalt strips about 10 feet apart from each other, causing a near-constant tapping sound from the wheels of the car passing over them, and whenever I heard this sound an image would pop into my head of some strange cross between a cantaloupe and a head of lettuce.

3. ASMR has no effect on me whatsoever.

1. This picture was taken at my brother’s wedding in 1982

2. I was 20 years old.

3. My brother made me an usher (reluctantly).

#3 for Sentient Potato.