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Minny was my Russian grandmother.
I was named after her in the way
that immigrant families name their
children. You take the first initial
of Minny/Menya.xThen decide that's
too old fashioned, so you change
it into Linny/Lyn. Somehow a name
emerges that sort of connects up.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Minny came from Roshkov, Ukraine/Russia. She
was my father's mother, married my grandfather,
the happy-go- lucky fellow who joined the Czars
army, deserted it, came to AMERICA, left Minny
with four sons under the age of ten. My father,
at the age of ten, became the little man of the
family when his mother Minny died at the age of
thirty-two. Legend says it was of a broken heart.
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My father came to New York when he was twelve
and when he saw The Statue of Liberty he thought
she was his mother. For all of his ninety-five years
he loved and respected America, because he felt
that his mother stood guard over the Harbor.
Before he died, he gave me a large white linen
table cloth that Minny had embroidered in 1909.
Exactly one hundred years ago.
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Minny Blue. Blue, why? Well, the stitches on the
white cloth were blue, her name in Russian, and
the date, 1909.
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Minny. Linny. Lyn.
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Cherish your gifts...
let the light within
you shine forever.
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MINNY BLUE AND LINNY AND LYNxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Minny was my Russian grandmother.
I was named after her in the way
that immigrant families name their
children. You take the first initial
of Minny/Menya.xThen decide that's
too old fashioned, so you change
it into Linny/Lyn. Somehow a name
emerges that sort of connects up.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Minny came from Roshkov, Ukraine/Russia. She
was my father's mother, married my grandfather,
the happy-go- lucky fellow who joined the Czars
army, deserted it, came to AMERICA, left Minny
with four sons under the age of ten. My father,
at the age of ten, became the little man of the
family when his mother Minny died at the age of
thirty-two. Legend says it was of a broken heart.
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My father came to New York when he was twelve
and when he saw The Statue of Liberty he thought
she was his mother. For all of his ninety-five years
he loved and respected America, because he felt
that his mother stood guard over the Harbor.
Before he died, he gave me a large white linen
table cloth that Minny had embroidered in 1909.
Exactly one hundred years ago.
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Minny Blue. Blue, why? Well, the stitches on the
white cloth were blue, her name in Russian, and
the date, 1909.
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Minny. Linny. Lyn.
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Cherish your gifts...
let the light within
you shine forever.
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