Marie G. Jacobs

Dear Berta, Paul Jr., Michael, and Steven:

I have very fond memories of your Mom. She was a force to be reckoned with and was surely one of the pillars of our little community as children on that block. I'll never forget the day that Steve ran into the traffic and was hit by the car, sending him tumbling down the street like an Olympic gymnast shot out of a cannon. Your Mom ran out of the house and scooped him up, placed him in the car, and sped off to the hospital. Of course, that...