The last generation fought, but the new one has found each other
By Jeanette Katzir NEW YORK — In 1960, he was 5 and I was 6. That was the last time I saw my cousin Paul . . . until this past week. Some people are blessed with large extended families. Holiday tables spill out into other rooms with an almost endless line up of chairs
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