The Way Things Were

W hen I was younger, my father wrote some memoirs about his growing-up years. Adding to them from time to time, he shared these recollections with a few friends and family members. As I grew to treasure these writings, I thought he might like to make them available to a wider audience: and so several years ago I asked him to put the manuscript into a final form so that it could be published. It has taken me far too long to complete the project, but I hope the results will prove to have been worth the wait. There were always many books in my grandparents’ house, as there are in my parents’ and mine. Among the latter this will have an honored place.