A few snapshots in time. Snapshots of love.
Here the Merovitz girls pose like Rockettes of yore, according to age. From left to right, my aunts Edith, Anne, Gertrude, my mom Ida, aunts Bertha, Lillian, and Ethel. Where was the lone boy, my uncle Mel? Probably gone swimming! This bucolic summer setting was either St. Lin or perhaps Val Morin in Quebec’s Laurentian mountains.
Some of Ida’s sisters and her mother (my Bubby, Libby) pose with Ida’s new fiancé (Sam, on her left) to celebrate their engagement in 1936. The photo was taken in front of Ida’s parents’ home at 753 Outremont Avenue, in Outremont, Montreal. Hard to believe my parents-to-be were a mere 23 and 24 years old here!
Another family get-together. Let’s see: Top left is my aunt Pearl (who was married to the lone Merovitz boy, Mel); my grandmother holding baby Phyllis (my cousin); one stair down is my grandfather David holding Phyllis’s big brother Michael; a few stairs down are a trio of sisters: Ida (my mom), Lil, and Anne. On the bottom step is their sister Bertha holding – last but not least – me! Yeah, I don’t look happy, I have no idea why!
In an instant the camera has captured a moment of pure love and contentment on the faces of my little cousin Phyllis, left; my grandmother Libby, and my cousin Michael. It touches my heart.
I mourn my family members who have passed on, but will cherish their memories forever.