Himan was a cute little man. My favorite description of him was said by one of his customers after his funeral. "He was the man who always had a smile." Himan and Flora were first cousins. When Flora was a baby, Himan would wheel her in her baby carriage. When he came to America, he was about 18 years old. Flora was 8. According to his WWI draft registration, he had dark brown hair and brown eyes and was short. When I was little I want to be as tall as Grandma. Didn't take too long for me to realize that 4'10" wasn't very tall. Grandpa wasn't much taller at 5'. Grandpa owned a dry goods store in Kansas City. My mother, Mary Pelofsky, used to help in the store. When the debts became too much, he closed the store, but promised to pay back all his creditors. The job that I remember was he delivered "The Kansas City Star". I loved to go on the route with him. His hours were very strange. He got up at 12:00 am and delivered the newspapers to various corners where delivery boys would hand deliver them to customers. He would get home around 5:00 am and have a cup of tea. Even if I didn't go on the evening route, I would be up early to have tea with him. Then he would go to sleep for a while. When he got up there would be phone calls from customers who didn't receive their papers. I also loved to help him count the money. He would sit at the dining room table and put the coins in piles. Then we would roll them up in paper. All the quarters together, etc. I assume the rolls equaled a certain amount. When he kissed me, it was always on the forehead. He would take my face in his hands when he did it.