My great-Uncle Izzy, who was born in Berditchev and whose English trailed his Yiddish by at least an ocean, once sent a postcard from the Bronx to his nephew, Phil, who was serving in combat somewhere in Europe, having landed with the US Army…
My great-Uncle Izzy, who was born in Berditchev and whose English trailed his Yiddish by at least an ocean, once sent a postcard from the Bronx to his nephew, Phil, who was serving in combat somewhere in Europe, having landed with the US Army…