Chris Gardiner
Nov 4 · 1 min read

My mother was called Hoskyns-Abrahall and she got prety mad when I suggested that Abrahall was Jewish. We had a 7 branch candlestick and my teacher said if we had one of those we were guaranteed to have Jewish blood. I guess he did
I told this to mother and she got madder still.
Eventually she proved that her sister had married a Jewish man — my Uncle Leslie. I never really knew he was Jewish but discovered his mother was.
The candlestick had Hebrew writing on and was not ancient. It disappeared.

Father was worse.

For some reason I really enjoyed annoying them.

We decided to call our elder daughter Rebecca after a character in one of Daphne Du Mauriers novels.
Then I realised I could really annoy father by using the Jewish spelling. So I did.

I loved my parents but needed to get away. Looking back I know that was right.
Yael,

I have started following you in the hope that sometime I will have the energy to read something else you have written.
HAHAH!!

    Chris Gardiner

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