My father left, next to his older adopted brother, Pete, with younger brother, Arnold on the right-Windsor Ontario, Canada, 1938, when he was 12. Uncle Pete was a professional bowler in the 50's and Uncle Tiny, as he was nicknamed, was a Korean War veteran.
"The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together." Erma Bombeck