Inspiring Terror, 90 Years Later

Grandma Sue just turned 98 on April 7th (although her birth certificate says she was born on May 2, 1910, and she says she was born during Passover that year, which only ran until May 1, 1910, so this is the subject of a whole ‘nother story), and she still plays bridge, listens to the Metropolitan Opera every Saturday morning during the season, reads The New Yorker weekly, and tries to walk 500 steps a day.

At her birthday party Saturday night (incidentally, my grandfather Aaron, her husband, would have turned 100 years old that night, along with Bette Davis), she attributed her longevity to walking and to not eating potato chips because they’re junk. The attendees went briefly silent, realizing that their lust for the fried potato would be the death of them, but anyway…

Grandma can certainly be repetitive (the usual: Have you been eating? Do you have any friends? Are you putting money into the bank?), but in the last couple of years, I’ve noticed that she repeats certain anecdotes to me with regularity.

The most notable one (and the one she has repeated the most lately—although my mind may have just latched onto this one and forgotten some of the others) happened over 90 years ago.

Grandma was seven years old, attending a public school on the Lower East Side. One morning in early November 1917, Grandma’s teacher showed up to Grandma’s second-grade class in a state of euphoria.

“We finally have a homeland!” she told the students. Then she provided an overview of Balfour Declaration, which stated British support for a national homeland for the Jews in Palestine.

Grandma was terrified. “I didn’t want to be shipped off to the desert. I wanted to stay in New York! I thought they were going to ship all the Jews out there, and I didn’t want to go!”

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