There have been many letters and e-mails from readers sharing their personal stories of their mamas. Many of them came from Europe and their stories are rich in unusual experiences of bygone times.
It is a subject that needs to be told of the first generation of immigrants who went through hardships, but never lost their love of family and their “Jewishness”.
They sent their children to college, watched the movement out to the suburbs and saw their grandchildren become professionals. These stories are often humorous as we recall the era of the “greenhorns” and their battles to learn the new language and its difficult spelling.