Wisdom of Our FathersJuly 22, 2008 Arrived, promptly, in great condition. Is a wonderful book! It made me laugh, cry, contemplate about "Fathers"! I couldn't put it down...
Food for thoughtJuly 21, 2008 These warm and very humane stories telling of the interaction between father and son or daughter are thought provoking. How could Mr. Russert know when he wrote this book that the response would be so overwhelming? He couldn't, but he had his thumb on the pulse of so many of us who related to his first book and the flood gates opened. A terrific read.
Great bookJuly 21, 2008 I am almost finished reading this book and I have cried several times. It is funny how we take so many things for granted and how once our love ones are long gone to better lives we will remember all those little moments. This book reminds me that it is now that we have the chance of spending time with our children. It is now that we can tell our parents that we love them. If we wait until tomorrow we may not have the chance to express what we truly need to express to those that we love.
Great book.July 21, 2008 I loved this book. It is full of lessons, smiles, tears, and warm fuzzies. Share this book with someone you love.
LOVE IS ALLJuly 20, 2008 July 16, 2008
It came to mind this evening that I would like to tell you a story about Grandma Rose and Grandpa Sam. In the story please see how much they loved me and their family and how much I loved them.
Grandma Rose
Grandma Rose was born in Russia in 1908. She was one year old when her parents Manya (Mary) and father Joseph brought her to the United States so she and her brothers and sisters could get a good education.
She married Grandpa Sam in 1931. December 25, 1931 on Christmas day. They loved each other very much. I was born on February 24, 1933. Oh, how I loved my mother and how much she loved me. When I was young I felt she could make everything OK.
One day in New York City, where we lived, the apartment house across the street caught fire and burned to the ground. Fire trucks, with sirens, ladders and hoses sped down the street. It was too late.
I was three years old and so scared, I cried and cried. Grandma Rose put me in her lap and rocked me for at least an hour humming songs some of which you know. When I finally calmed She took me to the kitchen and baked batches of chocolate chip cookies. Then she gave them to me with a glass of milk. Whenever I get scared now I think about this and I calm down--after seventy two years. That is how strong love can be.
Grandpa Sam
Grandpa Sam was also born in Europe in Romania on November 24, 1904. He came to the United States for the same reason. His parents Rebecca and Israel wanted their children to have a special education.
I was born when Grandpa was thirty years old. He never had to tell me he loved me, I just knew it, He kissed me, took me on many adventures and always watched out for my safety.
Grandpa was very poor in those days. It was the Great Depression. He insisted that the family go to the mountains for the Summer, mainly because of the diseases that killed children in those hot Summer days. (Polio) in the City.
He took the train to visit us every two or three weeks. Oh how I missed him. In those days the hundred mile train ride took four hours. He was so tired. I would go to the Station with a bottle of water and then holding hands we would walk to our little cabin. I cried after the weekend was over and he left to go back to work. Often when I feel lonely I think about Grandpa Sam and how much he did for us,
Being close to your family and loving them (even when you are angry) is the most important thing in the world. Please try and remember this
