family fun and the mob
The long winding road, even decided to do a graphic novel about life as I have known it. I was talking to David Seders one of my favorite writers who writes a lot about his family, and I was asking him if everything he writes about his family is true .
He and his sister Amy who was sitting across from us started laughing and both said together "TRUE ENOUGH" And after hearing about my adoption they suggested I write about it, but a graphic novel seems to be my style.
I'm related to myself through marriage. But alas My grandparents were not married, and Wilma's mother was named Linsey, once agin I was told they were from "the old country" but in this case it means Ireland. Wilma's father Martin, was Jewish, his second "wife" was the connection.
If you remember (you were busy so you might not have been aware of all this) the fuss at your daughters Bat Mitzvah" the uncles" (your father being the ring leader) were sitting behind me two rows with Uncle Moishe. Your father was pointing at me. Uncle Jerry (the safe uncle) broke the pack and came over to give me a heads up about how your father was going to ambush Moishe and me. Your father suspected the truth, and NEVER let me forget it growing up.
But i already knew, and it became clear that is why no Chimerofsky was ever allowed in the house after Shirley C. stole a photo of me at my 4th birthday, Mom saw her take it, and they got into a cat fight big time. Interesting the photo was from the Peter Pan studios.
Shirley often showed the photo of me to Wilma over the years taunting her, "I know where your son is, and I won't tell!" No wonder no one liked her on any sides of the family.
Mom always kinda knew but didn't want to know, something to do with cheating grandpa Sam out of lots of money. I was a black-market baby, bought from them, Wilma was a teenager unmarried and her father and new Jewish step-mother (Fay) tried passing her off as Jewish and wanted the kid out of the picture real fast.
Wilma kept trying to get me to go to her church all the time, but she didn't know Jewish guilt, and the Jesus shit just didn't work with me. I was taught by experts
(dads side of the family). Grandma Epstein could bring down dad with just the right sigh... it was sad.
Yes it took many years of neurotic therapy, drinking, confusion, fear, and finally i just said FUCK IT, and went out and found my bio-parents. Who knew they would get remarried and I would be best man, I asked the judge if that still makes me a bastard? He freaked not knowing what to say. Yes Wilma was married for 36 years to a guy named Sol martinez, he had a baby from another marriage so Wilma got to raise a child, but once I showed up the step-dauther never spoke to Wilma again. I met her once, thank god there were no sharp knives in the room.
Also another fact not in your info was that both fathers were named Gene, (and as I met him, aunt Max whispered in my ear "don't want to freak you out even more, but both Gene's look alike!) and they knew each other. Dad worked for the mob (Sam "Momo" Giancana (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Giancana) and the Moran Brothers, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bugs_Moran) he even got a job for your father once with them) Bio-Gene was a truck driver and CTA bus driver, and would often drive stolen booze to the Moran Brothers warehouse where my father had an office. What are the chances????
My bio-father drove stolen booze that was hi-jacked from a fright yard that dad and the sheriff of Blue Island owned,. They built a spur to a ware house from the train yard in Cicero. Why do you think at any given time there was 200 to 300 cases of stolen liquor in our crawl space.
When i watch The Sopranos It's like home movies.
Every time before we pulled out of the driveway, I would get both mom and dad giving me a long lecture about what I can't talk about when we went to your house (or any place else) both about all the mob stuff and their drinking and mom's being a prescription junkie. I would hid in the little bathroom of the kitchen at your house.
Sounds like there is a next new tattoo in all this.
Grandma Pearl was friends with the Capone boys, and did their books, and kept the mob out of the roller derby, which I write about in my new book The Blonde Bomber. Both of us felt like outsiders in our family and we bonded very strong, and she told me many stories about her life before she married Sam.
No one fucked with Pearl back then.