Mildred Zuckerman was hardly an expert on sports, but she tried her best to keep up to date so she could carry a conversation with her oldest grandson and feign as though she knew what she was talking about.
She would make sure to check the various standings in the sports section on a regular basis, note how my favorite teams were doing. She'd try to be aware if a big game was going to be on TV so she could at least tune in for a moment and see the score. She didn't know a cleanup hitter from a cleanup crew, but she never let on lest I be embarrassed by my grandmother's lack of sports knowledge.
Truth is, the woman we all knew as Bubbee (a Yiddish word for grandmother) had a lot more connection to sports than most of her contemporaries. Start with the fact she grew up on Gerard Avenue in the Bronx, one block from Yankee Stadium, and watched games from the roof of her building. This was during the 1920s and '30s, when guys named Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Tony Lazzeri and Bill Dickey not only played in the Bronx but were regulars around the neighborhood, including at my great-grandfather's lunch counter.
Bubbee probably didn't have a lot of time for sports growing up, though, not with greater responsibilities at hand. She graduated high school at 16, a real math whiz who surely could have gone to college and become anything she wanted but instead did like plenty of girls her age and immediately went to work to help support her family.
Family meant everything to Bubbee, and not just the immediate group of siblings and children and grandchildren. No, she cherished being part of a large, extended family that included all sorts of aunts and uncles and cousins and others. I'm closer today with some of my third cousins than many people are with their own brothers or sisters, and that's all because of the importance Bubbee placed on family.
She, of course, was most proud of her five grandkids (her "tatelehs" and "mamelehs") and couldn't wait to brag to all her friends about whatever each of us had most recently accomplished. Once I moved away from home, I always knew not much time would pass before I got a phone call from her, wanting to find out the latest in my life.
Unfortunately, many of those phone calls came early in the morning. Bubbee, you see, was as early a riser as ever there was. Even though I was living three time zones east of her for the last decade, I guarantee you I never once got out of bed earlier than her. She'd be wide awake at 4 a.m., making a cup of coffee and wanting to call her grandson, then realizing I was probably still asleep.
After an hour or so, she just couldn't wait any longer. So inevitably my phone would ring right around 8:01 a.m. (5:01 a.m. her time) and rouse me out of my slumber following a late night covering a ballgame. She didn't need to say who it was. I would know from the voice (not to mention the fact no one else I knew would call at that hour). The conversation usually went something like this...
Me: "Hello?"
Bubbee: "Did I wake you?"
Me: "Well, actually..."
Bubbee: "Goodbye."
She'd then hang up the phone and probably sit there in her kitchen, upset at herself for making that mistake. I, of course, would immediately call her back, leading to this conversation...
Bubbee: "Hello?"
Me: "Why did you hang up on me?"
Bubbee: "I didn't want to wake you."
Me: "But once I picked up the phone, I was already awake. I can't go back to sleep now."
Bubbee: "OK, so what's new?"
I'd then proceed to tell her about whatever it was I'd been writing about for the paper, about whatever big sporting event I was getting ready to cover. She never really completely understood what I did for a living, especially when it came to anything I was writing not in newsprint but online. This is a woman, you have to understand, who never drove an automobile in her life, let alone turned on a computer. She knew there was something called "The Internet" but had no idea what it was or how to get there. She referred to email as "The E," still not entirely sure how it worked.
Despite her old-fashioned ways, Bubbee still was plenty young at heart. She'd attempt to throw or catch a football. She'd let my brother and I drag her up to the top of a snowy hill, stick her on an inner tube and then watch as she tried to sled down to the bottom. And every year on her birthday, even into her 90s, she would go out to our driveway with a basketball and shoot until one finally went through the hoop.
Sometime in the last couple of years, the annual birthday free throw didn't take place. The onset of Parkinson's disease, combined with hip replacement surgery, made the task too difficult. That was probably the first indication I had that her days were beginning to be numbered.
Over the last two years, Bubbee slowly deteriorated, moving into a nursing home, confined to a wheelchair, her mind slipping away from us. Every once in a while, though, she could still be sharp as a tack. She could recall details about watching those Yankee games from the roof of her building, about her excitement upon first learning she had become a grandmother, about the latest accomplishment of one of her tatelehs.
And she never lost her sense of humor. Unable to make the cross-country trip for my wedding two years ago, she made a video for my wife and I that concluded with her saying: "I'm sorry I can't come to the wedding, but I promise to be there for the bris."
She died yesterday afternoon, peacefully in her sleep, at the age of 95. She didn't last long enough to meet her great-grandchildren, though I certainly hope to one day regale my kids with stories about their amazing Alta-Bubbee (great-grandmother).
I'm heading back home to Arizona today to be with family, so there probably won't be any updates to this site for several days. There will, however, be plenty of memories to share and a life to celebrate, not mourn. Though Bubbee often cried, hers were always tears of joy, not sorrow.
There may also be a ceremonial free throw in the driveway, one small tribute to a one-of-a-kind Bubbee who devoted her life to the family she loved so much, and in the process touched all of us far more than she ever realized.
68 comments:
Deeply sorry for your loss, Mark, but that's a well-written tribute to a fine-sounding lady.
Many thanks for sharing this with us, your really really extended family.
Sorry for your loss but your prose paints a life well lived.
Thanks for making me fondly remember my loving Polish grandmother Bessie.
What a touching remembrance. Travel safely, Mark.
Well said. A life well lived indeed. Blessings.
fpcsteve
Thanks Mark.
It was a beautiful tribute that we can cherish for all of our grandmothers.
I'm sorry for your and your family's loss, Mark. As others have noted, what a beautiful tribute to your grandmother. You brought her to life for us. I wish you safe travels and comfort.
Also, I have to ask: Is that you sporting the black t-shirt in the top photo? Inquiring minds want to know...
natsfan1a: Thank you. And yes, that's your humble sportswriter with the dark hair and braces on the back right of the top photo, age 11. My brother Eric is in front of me. And Bubbee is holding both my sister Traci (on the right) and my cousin Sophia (on the left).
Also, that's me in the second photo with drool all over my shirt.
Mark:
Your writing has always been one of the main reasons I head to this sight. To be able to put into words a part of what your grandmother meant to you is greatly appreciated. Have a safe trip, enjoy the memories and your family and know that you are in our thoughts and prayers.
our prayers are with you and your family, Mark. She was surely a grand lady.
What wonderful memories you have, thank you for sharing and prompting us all to look back at our own. Safe travels and may God be with you and your family as you celebrate her life.
Tanchumim to you and your family. I will remember Bubbee during the Kaddish.
What a wonderful tribute, Mark. All my best to you and your family.
Dear Mark, That is such a wonderful post. It brought tears to my eyes. I know that you will miss her terribly. I just told Rachel this morning that I so miss my grandparents. I truly know your sadness. It is so precious that you can celebrate her rich life. Remember always that her love is always with you. It can be your guiding light in times of darkness. My prayers are with you and your family as you go through this difficult time. What a wonderful life she lived! With much sympathy, Jill
Can only parrot everyone else's comments. I'm touched by the loss of a woman I never knew. That is a testament to your writing gifts. Your grandma had reason to be proud of you.
Beautiful tribute. I'm sorry for your loss.
What a true blessings it is to read about your Bubbee, Mark. You've brought her to life for us. I pray you can be bathed in the love of your family and washed by the wonderful memories of your Bubbee. Cherish them and thanks for sharing. Safe travels and remember we'll all be here when you get back.
Thanks Mark for this and all of your other postings.
I was just talking in the last day or two with my wife, describing how much I enjoy your blog, read it everyday. Just had to pass the link to this posting on to her - she'll cry her eyes out, I know. Sorry for your loss, enjoy the stories as you sit shivah over the next few days.
Beautifully written, thank you for sharing this with us. As someone that also used to get phone calls at odd hours of the night(my grandma was a night owl) it is nice to have a reminder to think back on memories of my own Bubbee.
Thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Mark, thanks so much for sharing - terrific lady and a terrific family. You have been greatly blessed.
Mark, what a wonderful story and my condolences to you and your family for your lost. I never really knew my maternal Grandmother but in reading your post I couldn't help but recall my mother telling us how Grandma used to listen to Yankee games (Mom's family lived in upstate NY)while doing her household chores during the day but she would stop whenever DiMaggio came to bat, pick up her roasary beads and say a prayer for Joltin Joe.
Travel safe and my prayers for you and your family.
My condolences, also, to your family, and my thanks to you with all the rest, and especially our thanks to Mildred Zuckerman for all she's given us, through you.
Mark,
Will echo what so many others said...what an incredibly well-written tribute to a Bubbe who received as much love as she gave. Tears are streaming down my face as your piece reminded me of my husbands aunt. She never forgave the Dodgers for leaving NY, and watched and listened to her Met games religiously.
For Mildred Zuckerman - zichronan l'vracha
I had to suspend the rule, "there's no crying in baseball" today.
Wonderfully written.
What a wonderful tribute to a wonderful lady.
Mark, very touching and enjoyed reading about your Bubbee and your family.
When I saw where she grew up on Gerard Ave, I knew immediately what her values were of family and hard work as people that lived there weren't in the lap of luxury and family was everything. I know that because my parents and grandparents lived on Harrison Ave and Jerome Ave which I think is a block or 2 parallel with Gerard Ave.
What was the name of your Alta-Zaide's lunch counter? I will have to ask my father who is in his 80's!
To Mildred Zuckerman and your family, our thoughts and prayers. ZL
I'll add that your memorial is the best gift you could have given her. My condolences, Mark.
So sorry for your loss, Mark. What a wonderful tribute, which also brought back memories of my grandmother. How lucky you were to have her in your life for so long and now to have such memories, which will last your lifetime. Thanks for sharing your eloquence and feelings with your readers. I think we all feel like a part of your world.
Sorry for your loss, Mark.
I join so many others in condolences to you and your family. It's a beautiful tribute to her, and I am grateful you shared it with us. Grateful, too, that she shared her love of sports with you and helped you become the person you are. Loved seeing the picture of you and your siblings. Lots of us are sending love.
My deepest sympathy for your - and your family's - loss, Mark. Your grandmother was a truly remarkable woman for whom good old fashioned values were the norm. It is evident that she was monumentally proud of your achievements, and rightfully so. Safe travels.
Mark, Sorry for your loss. Thanks for sharing your wonderful tribute to a fine lady. Have a safe trip back.
Sonny
Mark, so sorry for your loss. I will keep you, your Bubbee and your family in my prayers. Safe travels.
Mark - a beautiful article for clearly a beautiful woman. May the memory of your Bubbee be for a blessing.
Mark, I'm so sorry to hear about your Bubbee; Parkinson's is a tough way to lose someone. But it sounds like you and your family have many, many happy memories to carry you through this sad time. All the best. I'm sure the stove will be good and hot when you get back.
P.S. LOVED the free-throw photo.
Lovely tribute, Mark. Your Gran would love it, just as she obviously loved everything else about you and the rest of the family.
I'm sorry for your loss Mark.
Sorry for your loss, beautifully written column. Your tribute to your Bubbee brought a tear to my eye as I remembered my grandparents who ran a little grocery store in Brooklyn around the same time. Mildred Zuckerman will always be remembered by her family and friends and her name will be written in the book of life.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
Mark, I'm sorry for your loss. Your love for each other is very evident from your well-written account.
That's a great story Mark; very sorry for your loss.
What a wonderful tribute to a grand lady! We all should be so blessed to have a Bubbee. You and your family are in our thoughts and prayers. Safe travels as you go to celebrate her life.
Very sorry for your loss. Incredibly well written.
I'm sorry for your loss of an amazing bubbee.
Hamakom yinachem eschem b'soch sha'ar availay Tzion v'Yerushalayim. (May HaShem comfort you...)
let me echo everyone else's words, condolences to you and yours.
i think it's wonderful you had such a great influence in your life. i'm sure you and your families will be counting the blessings as you remember her. i get the feeling your family will find a way to make this occasion a little joyous along with the sadness as you regale each other with stories...
Mark,
You are truly blessed to have had such a close and wonderful relationship with your bubbe; she is obviously occupying a large and permanent place in your heart.
May she rest in piece.
Mark,
Please accept our deepest condolences on your family's loss. I join the others here in amazement of your ability to express your feelings and tell a wonderful story of your beloved Bubbee. The only advice I can give you is your wonderful memories of Bubbee will only grow stronger in the years following your great loss.
Mark,
Absolutely beautiful tribute, thank you for sharing her life & love with us. I am sorry for your loss, but happy for how she truly blessed you and your family. With a Bubbee like her it's not hard to understand how you are the man you are.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Mark,
Your love for your Bubbee, and hers for you, came through with great clarity in your post. I am sincerely sorry for your loss. But, as you said, it's probably more appropriate to celebrate the 95 years that she had. Despite that, however, you will also mourn, not for her but for your loss of her. My dad died about a year and a half ago and I still mourn over his absence from my life. Please travel safely, and bask in the loving embrace of your family as you gather to remember a wonderful woman who was very important to all of you.
I wish I could write a tribute like that for the people I've known who I will never meet again, but that's not I can do. I'll just have to remember. Thanks for sharing about someone who seems to have lived a great life in the manner in which she wanted to live!
Mark, what a beautiful tribute to your grandmother. Your story and those wonderful photos tell so vividly of a very loving, joyful person. Thank you for sharing such an emotional moment with your online friends. Prayers to you and your family.
Your grandmother I'm sure is smiling as she reads this touching and classy piece dedicated to life she led and the lives she touched. My sincerest condolences to your family and to all those on here who have lost somebody they love. My dad goes in for a heart procedure later today..less than a year removed from bypass surgery, so I find your tribute especially moving as I think about what my dad means to me.
Dear Mark, I'm very sorry for your loss. May she rest in peace.
A wonderful tribute to your Bubbee. Our thoughts and prayers to the Zuckerman family.
Thank you, Mark, but it's enough already with the eulogies. So we'll go, make it faaaast, and then go eat no one should be hungry is there a game on you want to watch? She'd like it that way.
I am sorry for your loss, Mark, but this is a great remembrance of your Bubbee. And that basketball picture at the bottom is fantastic.
Mark,
What an amazing, moving, funny, and elegant tribute. I'm very sorry for your loss...but what a great tribute to a wonderful lady and a complete life well-lived. My condolences and prayers to you and your family.
Mark:
Thank you for the touching tribute. It makes me remember my own dear grandmother.
Well written tribute Mark. All the best to your family. Travel safely.
Mark,
A very fitting and sweet tribute to someone whom you had an amazing connection to. My deepest sympathies go out, to you and your family during this time.
Condolences to you and your family Mark. You are truly blessed to have had such a lovely lady in your life.
John C.
Mark, I grew up in Eastmont and was best friends with your Uncle Jeff, I know hard to believe he had one or two of those. Your Bubbee was my 2nd mom. I literally spent half my childhood in her home. She made a mean tuna fish sandwich. She was one of a kind, like most of the moms in our community. Great article, thanks for the memories and god bless to your entire family
Mark,
Thank you for sharing your grandmother with us. I'm so sorry for your loss.
Mark:
Your grandmother sounds like a splendid lady. I'm sorry for your loss.
Mark - what a wonderful tribute to an amazing woman. The Cohen kids loved her like our own grandmother. Even when she couldn't see well, she would recognize our voices and know exactly which one of us was speaking to her. She was a beautiful bubbee who left an amazing legacy with you, Eric and Tracie. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you. Arlene(Cohen) Evans
So sorry for your loss, Mark. Grandparents are too often underappreciated and overlooked. What a great lady.
Mark, a great tribute. Thanks for sharing!
As much as I love this blog, you are underutilizing your obvious talent writing about baseball, but perhaps this pays better (??) than being a novelist.
I'm late but condolences to you and your family. Your "Bubbee" sounded like she was an incredible lady who loved you all so much. I hope you find comfort in the memories of time you spent with her.
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