Today on Tablet
David Goldstein on his grandfather’s death and life
December 12, 2012
The author’s grandfather, 1950(Courtesy of the author)
Today on Tablet, David Goldstein writes on memory and meaning as he sought to find out about his grandfather, a Holocaust survivor.
After the war Papa owned a supermarket in the Bronx, which he sold around the time I was born. Without the store to occupy his time, he was perpetually restless. There was an unmistakable sadness to him, his cheeks lean and hollowed, his icy blue eyes a shade too big for his face. Whenever he visited, he’d take me onto his lap, kiss the top of my head, and tell me that I was his lawyer. It was a joke I didn’t understand then, and it makes little sense to me now. He was gentle and sweet, and I was his lawyer. Then he disappeared. I’ve been searching for him for 30 years now.
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