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My Brother Was an Only Child

Ebbets Field

The calendar has flipped to March, and baseball is in the air. The spring-training exhibition games are well along in Florida and Arizona.

Grandpa Was a Movie Mogul

The story of how Grandpa became a movie mogul is as unlikely as its ending was abrupt.

My Stepfather

“The big fight will be on the radio tonight,” my stepfather said. “We can listen. It will not be for long.” I tried to comprehend what was happening. He didn’t speak directly to me very often, and almost never about something we would do together.

Aunt Franzi and Uncle Joszi

When the Nazis entered Vienna, my father was killed, my brother Manfred was sent to England on a Kindertransport, and my mother and I fled to the United States in early 1941.

Ebbets Field

Baseball is a part of my earliest memories. It was the path for a “refugee” to feel accepted as just another kid. I was an obsessive child—and skilled with numbers—so following baseball felt natural. I devoured team standings and batting averages.