So I'm doing what a lot of people do at my age. I'm trying to put together a family history of the European side of the family. It's proving far more difficult than I ever imagined because I'm running into the classic problems of memory, facts, how we remember because we have something at stake in the final memory, and facts as mutable and passionately birthed isms.
Tomorrow I'll post the first story about a concert my uncle gave at the end of the war in Trieste. He played Gershwin.
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Well this seems interesting.
For me it should be much easier, as I am 1st generation American.
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