Making the Connection
The Jewish Rose of Texas is the only Rose for
me
Part of the reason I came to Houston at all was to
see my cousin Rose, who is 88. Her mother Bluma was my grandmother's first
cousin. Rose has a ton of family photos and is a vibrant, dynamic woman who
plays the piano and is very involved in helping out at a senior citizen's home
(where her mother spent 13 years of her life).
Between Rose and her husband, they have
20 grandchildren, and their photos are everywhere. Rose also has wonderful
photos of her parents and grandparents (the latter of whom never came to the
U.S.). It's a genealogist's dream to find all of someone's documents in an album
with their photos.
Being a bit of an old
lady myself, I wound up taking a delighful nap after a drive around the area
with Sol. That night, we met up with my cousins from Israel, who are living in
Houston for a year while he is on sabbatical. We went to Fadi's, a Middle
Eastern restaurant, for dinner, along with Rose's son and two of her
grandsons.
Posted: Wed - November 30, 2005 at 02:52 AM