My grandparents used to tell me stories about their trip to Ellis Island from Russia and life on the Lower East Side of New York.
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My grandparents, they came through Ellis Island in 1923, and you know, I'd heard all the stories.
My mother came here to New York. She and my grandmother were domestics, cooking, cleaning for other people.
My wife and I live in Brooklyn, N.Y., not too far from where my Long Island childhood happened.
My grandparents left the Pale of Settlement at the border of western Russia and Eastern Europe in the early 1900s, fleeing anti-Semitism and hoping to make a better life for their children in America.
I lived in New York my whole life. Like every New Yorker, I have stories about spending summers on the Jersey shore, riding the roller coaster in Seaside that is now famous for that sickening photo of it being washed out to sea.
My family originally lived in Brooklyn. Our first apartment was a little place above my father and uncle's hardware store in Coney Island. Now, don't get the impression that we were surrounded by merry-go-rounds, roller coasters and Ferris wheels. Nope, this was a little side street.
I lived in upstate New York until I was ten years old and we moved overseas. I have a lot of nostalgic memories of that part of the world, and I love going back there by writing the Lakeshore books.
In terms of the Eastern Europe stories, my family is originally from there; even as a kid, it was the Russian writers I loved most, and I've spent a substantial amount of time there myself, traveling and on research grants.
My grandparents told endless stories about the town they were from. It became an almost mythic place.
No, my family is Russian, Georgian, via Ellis Island.