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Reminiscences


                       Judith (AR’s granddaughter)


           My Grandfather Abe was a very special part of my life until he
        passed away in 1964. My oldest brother Jordan named him “Pepa” as
        a  toddler  and  that  was  the  nickname  we  used.  I  remember  my
        Grandmother Fannie very well too.  Jordan called her “Mema” and
        that name was used by us also.
           I  remember  their  house  on  Figueroa  with  the  large  front  yard,
        cement backyard, and the cellar with its musty smell. The garage held
        an old Moon car, which I wish we had today. The house had a dining
        room with a built in china cabinet with Pepa's carved coconuts on
        top. Every room in the house still comes to mind even after so many
        years.
           I  have  many  wonderful  memories  of  my  Grandfather.
        Pepa usually wore khaki pants and shirt with a black belt. He would
        always be there for the family. I remember going with him to Knott's
        Berry Farm and the Alligator Farm. One time he took me with him
        to buy a live chicken at a poultry ranch. They cut off the chicken's
        head and it ran around headless. He also showed us that black and
        red ants do not get along. Lessons that I vividly remember.
           When we moved to Ridgeley Drive, he helped my Dad clean the
        very  dirty  Venetian  blinds  with  kerosene.  He  tried  to  teach  me
        Hebrew, but didn't push too hard because I was a girl. He used to
        carve whistles for us out of apricot pits. I still have one in my jewelry
        box. When Pepa started carving, I modeled for his hand sculptures,
        one in wood and one in stone. I have many of his sculptures in my
        home  as  do  my  children. Pepa  wrote  wonderful  letters  to  all  his
        grandchildren. I still have mine and like to read them as they are filled
        with wisdom.
           Pepa moved to an apartment building on Orange Street that his
        brother owned. When I started driving, I would take him marketing
        at Ralphs. I could go on for a very long time with colorful stories
        about Abe.
           I wish that I had asked him about his childhood.  I am so glad that
        my cousin Jon has given his time and skills to put Abe's memoirs into
        The Legacy Of Abraham Rothstein.
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