Happy Mother's Day, Uncle Mommy!

In July 1963, our 83rd Street building sprung a gas leak. We had no cooking stove for a week. Even though we ate out or could eat at our grandparents on York Avenue, we still got hungry at home.

One afternoon...
“Mom, make us a grilled cheese.”
“Mom, make us a grilled cheese.”
“Mom, make us a grilled cheese.”
“Be quiet or die,” cautioned Mom.
“I’m so hungry,” Rory pleaded
“I feel weak,” I said.
“My head hurts.”
"I can’t feel my toes.”

“Your short lives are nearing their end. I’ll kill you both.”

After we wore her out, Mom made us grilled cheese sandwiches using her iron and ironing board. Made herself one too. They were delicious, but Dad’s dress shirts smelled like buttered toast for a long time.

Happy Mother's Day, Uncle Mommy! all our love, Rory & Tommy

ps one day Mom asked me why I called her Uncle Mommy, and I told her, "because you're the best uncle I ever had!"

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