This picture, taken at Mt. Zion Cemetery in Queens, New York in 1918, has much of my mother’s family in it. My mother is the smallest child on the right. Her maiden name is Dick. She is 90 now.
The old man with the beard is David Dick, my great grandfather and the husband of Leah, the person who has died. David and Leah were a busy pair, they had ten kids, some of whom are in this picture. David’s name is now on the other half of that stone although I have yet to photograph it but I will as the Mt. Zion Cemetery is like something from another world.
David and Leah were brought to the US from Austria by Samuel (Sam), my grandfather who is in the derby with his hands on his son’s shoulders (Sam died before I was born and Samuel is my middle name). Sam was a successful dressmaker in New York.
Sam and Ida, my grandmother (second from the left in the lighter colored dress who came from Russia) had four children, three of whom are the kids in front of Sam and the youngest of whom was being carried (womb) by Ida when this was taken.
The older girl is my aunt Bertha (Bunny), the boy is my uncle Irving, and my mother Frances (3 years old). The unborn sibling, Lilly (changed from Leah).
Women on left, L-R: unknown, Ida, Pearl, Sadie, Rose and Gladys kneeling (all but Ida are Sam’s sisters, my mother’s aunts). I met and knew Sadie, Rose, and Gladys. I still see Glady’s son, Bob from time to time in LA as well as Pearl’s daughter Dorris.
Men on the right: David, Pearl’s husband, Sam, and the three men to the right of Sam are his brothers.
Everyone in this picture except my mother is now gone (including the unborn Lilly).
Knowing Ida (my grandmother, second from the left) this picture was probably taken by a pro with a big view camera. Ida spoke Russian and Yiddish and very poor English and she was probably schizophrenic. However, she was highly creative and encouraged her children to be individuals. I think she had a pretty big impact on my mother.