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Coussins Documents pages
My mother : Sarah (Sadie Simpson) Ruth Coussins
If I had taken the time to ask more:
My mother lived a rich life of many experiences and she lived the life that
she loved. She was fortunate in enjoying the job she made for herself and it
enjoyed her. My mother did not have a broad view of the world but she was
worldly. Leaving big decisions to her husband she was happy in the knowledge
that he always managed to find the wherewithal to do the things that he and
sometimes she liked to do. My mother was happy with her old age but sad that
she was not able to continue to do all the things that she wanted to do with her career.
Although she did have an extremely successful career, like any artist , she always felt
that she could do more. Maybe not exactly better but perhaps differently. I
asked her one day what she felt about glowing old. (not a typo)
Old Age, she decided, is a gift.
“I am now, probably for the first time in my life,
the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body!
I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes,
the places where my lovely breasts were after the BC Ops and the sagging
bottom. I do not like that a great deal. And often I am taken aback by that
that lives in my mirror (who occasionally looks like my mother after a
couple of whisky and orange juices!) but I don't agonise over those things
I would never trade my amazing friends, my
wonderful life, my loving family for less hair or a less saggy jowls. As
I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical
of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for
eating that extra cake, or for not making my bed, or for buying a
completely useless object that serves no purpose but to annoy my husband and
which takes up space on the table or sideboard or wherever it gets moved to.
I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon and before they understood
the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if you Craig choose to read or
snooze in the afternoon and then go to bed and sleep until lunchtime? You
can as you glow older.
I will dance with myself
to those wonderful tunes of the 50's, 60's, & 70's, and if I, at the same
time, wish to weep over the loss of someone dear to me ... I will.
When living here in Spain I learned that speaking a foreign language is all
about shouting louder and adding ‘a’ onto each word - doa youa have a
pounda a beef a senor- whether or not they speak English is not the
point as they always laugh and give me exactly what I want. Age does that
for you. In some cultures we are precious commodities after all.
If I wish I will walk around in a swim suit
that is stretched over an ageing body that may well need an iron, and if I
go to the beach I will paddle
into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from
the jet set
That’s the great secret revenge of the aged, they, the younger ones, too,
will also get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there
again, some of life is just as well
forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.
How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one,
a mother or a father,
or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit
by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength, understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile
and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to
see my hair turn grey and then make sure no one ever sees that it is grey
and make it blonde for as long as I want. That is my choice. I am so
blessed to have lived long enough to have my youthful laughs be forever
etched into deep grooves on my face
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their
hair could turn silver and be dyed if they should have so wished.
you get older,
it is easier to be positive. After five Cancer operations I have a choice to
be positive or not. I choose to be positive. You care less about what other people
think. I don't question
myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being
old. It has set me free. I
like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but
while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have
been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert and put
whisky in my orange juice every single day. (If I feel like it)
Philip Cussin Morrison sent
me some great new images. I have just finished working these up for the website
these can now be seen on the Morrison pages here:
15th December 2005
First of all
I know that Tommy was a lance corporal in the medical corps. (see
naturalisation papers from Abraham on the home page) Tommy was with
Allenby in the second world war when he marched into Palestine and Tommy
stayed on after the British left. Joining the Israeli Police Force, he eventually
became paymaster general of the Israeli police force. His only son was
killed on the Lebanese border in the 1948 independence war. (Tommy married
Esther who was a Zionist and whose family had settled in Palestine many years before-CC.)
Papa Lou had
an uncle who was alive when either you or Paul were bar mitzvahd. He was
tall, stood ram rod straight as a guardsman and must have been 90 at the
time. He was Uncle Hyman and I can still remember him walking arm in arm
with Papa at that function. (His naturalisation papers are on the
Morrisons page) This is a picture of Hyman aged 20-CC&PM
(Judah ) was the youngest brother (his obit is on the website) and
I remember meeting Gerry in the lat 1980s at my Dads place and he was in
fine form, charming, very interesting and lucid.
course was Many and David Eppel' s mother. Many is still alive. David too
I think though ill. (David worked for the Jerusalem Post and a highly
respected journalist) His son is in the Israeli air force as they all
live in Israel. I was at his son’s Bar mitzvah at the wall in Jerusalem and
have pictures some where. That was 1979. Many’s son Jeremy is a civil
servant working in Brussels.
There was an
Uncle that Daddy used to talk about, went to live in the USA who was a
famous pantomime dame in the UK in the 30s, and 40s. Billie – Curtis so
that suggests he married one of the sisters. (He used to live in London
for a while (have
written to many researchers in the British Theatre to try and elicit more
information and the results are below-CC)
about Uncle Leslie being a war hero don’t you? (Uncle Leslie attacked a
Japanese Machine gun nest during action in the Burma campaign. He single
handed shot two and overpowered the rest. He won the Military Medal. I have
written to various authorities to try and get more information. We
used to have a newspaper cutting about the medal award-CC)
Have more to
add later, but that’s it for now.
Uncle Leslie served
in the Welsh Borderers in the Burma Campaign. We have traced the fact
through the London Gazette of the time that he was awarded the Military
Medal for outstanding bravery under fire. He took a Japanese Submachine Gun
nest single handed and shot two of the enemy and clubbed the others to
death. Apart from that he was really a very quiet man-Craig.
I recently found a Internet
reference to letters written by Tommy Coussins in and around 1947
Letters from Great Uncle Tommy Coussins as Chief of Police in 1947 to
the family of a friend, William Irvine. Mr. Irvine was a missionary in
family connection from South America
grand mother came from Zagare, Lithuania, to Uruguay in 1934.
Her name was Seine Murnikaite Rakuzim or Rakuzem.
Her mother was Ode Rakuzim , Rakuzem or Rakusen.
have heard when I was a chid that she had family in Scottland.
The family of my grandmother was. Abraham Murnik, Ode Rakuzen,(father
and 4 children. Chane, Frume ( they survived WW2 and died in Lithania
They wrote letters to my grandma in Uruguay for 50 years.
grandma Seine and the oldest brother, Motl or Motelis, came to Uruguay.
She came from Cherbourg to Santos in the ship Asturias of the Royal
I´m very interested to be in contact with the family!
Gindel from Uruguay.
Gabriel's mum died in January 2008. He is
sending photographs and documents to add to the archive.
2008/1/27, CRAIG COUSSINS :
My dear cousin. Hola.Cómo estás?
I wanted to wait for a while before contacting you
again as you must be very sad at your mothers death.
May she rest in peace.(Over Shalom). The Coussins
family here in the United Kingdom and around the
world wish you and our Uruguay family a long life.
Since speaking to you on the Internet we have
recently been contacted by another long lost
relative living in Los Angeles. Initially by
Meradyth Taylor and then her mother Esta who is now
86. I have copied this email to them as they were
also pleased to now that we are slowly bringing the
Rakusins together once more. They are sendoing me
some family phtogra[hs on Monday so that I can make
copies of them for the family website. I am,
working on the website this week and in three weeks
I will upload the new images and hopefully some new
When you have time Gabriel, please send me some
photographs of your mother and grandmother and any
photographs that we can add to the archive of family
I must plan a trip to see you and also our family in
Por favor comunicarse conmigo; Please keep in touch
Best wishes to you and your family,
Ok. I will send you photos of my mother and grandmother, Old and new
also. Regards. Gabriel.
I am so happy to receive
this email. How did you find
We knew that there was a
family link in Uruguay and
we have been searching for
you for over three years.
Yes. You are related and we
are your family. We were in
contact with someone else
but that did not seem to
This is wonderful. Your
family came over to visit my
Uncle Leslie in the 60's I
think but Uncle Leslie is
dead now and we had no
information other than there
was a visit think he said
that they were in the Toy
Business. My uncle Leslie
Coussins, brother of my
father Isaac (also known as
Jack) and Harold, was a Toy
manufacturers agent. When
they came over to Scotland
they also met Uncle Hyman
who was my Great Uncle and
brother to my Great
Grandfather Abraham. We are
related from that part of
the family. I can give more
detail from the website
My wife and visited Vilnius
last year to try and get
some information from the
Jewish Centre in Vilnius. We
got a lot of information on
the Jewish population in
Lithuania but there was
little on our Family from
Zagare. I have some
information on Zagare and
Lithuania on the
and the older website
Sent: Friday, 4 January, 2008 7:30:46 PM
Subject: Re: Shalom from Uruguay
Yes, I have photos from Lithuania and Uruguay, but not digitalized yet.
I'm an architect,39 years old. I was in Scotland in 1997, in Glasgow and
Edinburgh. I have a son 5 years old, an my wife is computer analyst. I
send you a photo of my son. . Regards, Gabriel
Peel and Curtis: They appeared at the
the week commencing 8th Feb.1932. The manager
of the theatre wrote, "Peel & Curtis proclaim the
they are the only two Scotch Jews in captivity. They
supply a racy Humorous act in which agreeable
is cleverly intermixed".
This 'snippet' of information was supplied by
Max Tyler of the Theatre History Archives.
Meredyth Taylor tells us:
Curtis married my great Aunt Bessie Cousins. They settled in California.
They had a daughter called Esther/Estelle, Esta-
His Hebrew was Lazarus and his last name was Julius, which became Curtis
when his family came over from the old country (they were probably from the
same region that Grand-dad Coussins was from. He was #9 of 10, born in
Edinburgh, right below Arthur's Seat, which was the Jewish ghetto at the
time. He was born July 21st 1896 or 7, and died in February 1981. He would
have been 89 yrs old. He left home at a very early age, probably 13 at
most, and began traveling Great Britain and the World---he was in South
Africa as a very young man himself. He also came to America as well, but
return home at some point, met and married Bessie. Esta and I miss him very
much. He babysat me a lot when I was very young. I loved hanging-out with
my grand-dad---he was great at telling stories. He would put me on his lap
and would always begin by saying "and now voyager..............." He loved
to cook. He made the best Latkies and turkey vegetable soup I've ever
eaten. To this day I can't eat a Latkie without comparing it to my
not sure but I think my Grand-father was already in California at the time
when television was just getting off the ground (1952/3), and he never
mentioned any offers of a T.V. show to my mother---but it would have been
wonderful to have had Billy on T.V. ................BTY, Billy was "Leslie
William or William Leslie Curtis, depending on the phase of the moon.
Lazarus Julius (possibly
Barnstein) In the days when people came to the United Kingdom and America ,
if the immigration officers of that time did not understand the last name
they either dropped it or changed it to one that they could understand. (Esta)
January 2008 -5769
I'm your (3rd) cousin Meradyth, daughter of Esta
(Fay and Leah's niece, and daughter of Bessie).
It's uncanny that I should come across your web
site---there's been something nagging at me to see
if there was any information about Peel & Curtis" on
Google, and this is where I found your site. Bill
Curtis was my grandfather; Esta's father and
My mother and Murtel,
were the only girl's between Great-grandma
and Grand-dad's children---and my mum was very close
to all the Coussins boys. However, if you want
additional information on Peel and Curtis, she'd be
the one to talk to.
I have many pictures both old and new of Esta
and me, and Bill and Bessie (plenty of Bill as a
Dame in Vaudeville), which I'd loved to share
with you and the family site. I have an
unbelievable story about meeting Kay Kent one
afternoon---and of course her connection to your
parents. But I'll have to compose that and send
it to you another time---it was one of those
serendipitous events that happen infrequently in
most peoples lives. I've been fortunate to have
had many of these events---much the same as our
meeting in cyber-space by virtue of "Peel and
However, here's a story that your dad told
me when I was very young---you probably know it
1) One afternoon your dad, Harold and Leslie
were playing in a field close to home in Glasgow
in the Gorbals. So there they were minding
their own business when a Polis (Policeman)
came by and told the to get along as they were
trespassing. The Polis wanted to scare them, so
he asked them their names: Jack said, "I'm Jack
Coussins", Harold said "I'm Harold Coussins" and
then Leslie said "I'm Leslie Coussins." The
Polis took a long look forward and replied: "oh,
so your brothers?" and Jack said "no, we're
cousins.......evidentially (on that response)
they had to run for their lives as the Polis was
pretty angry as he thought they we're pulling
2) I also remember arriving in Scotland and
meeting Alan Cousins in my 17th year---we got
along pretty well, and he took me to see a
number of the local sites, including my first
visit to St. Andrews. It seemed that every town
we stopped in had a butcher shop selling
Haggis. Having grown up in California, I'd
never heard of such a thing, so I asked him
about it; you know, what was it? He assured me
that we'd go hunting for wild Haggis before I
returned to L.A. I'm sure the Scots have great
fun taunting foreigners with the same
reply---but I still chuckle when I think about
It's wonderful corresponding with you....It's
wonderful finding family---I have so little of
it being an only child, and Esta is getting old,
and I would like to stay in touch with whatever
family I have left no matter the distance.
Esta and I will get together and send along
our favorite pictures very soon, and I'm sure
she has quite a few stories she'll be willing to
Meradyth L. Tayler
e Kingsley Avenue Pomona, CA 91767
you have any news, photographs or information please email Craig
The Peel and Curtis Style of one liners
You Know You're Jewish When...
You spent your entire childhood thinking everyone called pot roast
You grew up thinking it was normal for someone to shout "Are you okay?
Are you okay?" through the bathroom door when you were in there longer
than 3 minutes.
Your family dog responded to commands in Yiddish.
Every Saturday morning your father went to the neighbourhood deli (called
an "appetizing store") for whitefish salad, whitefish ("chubs"), lox
(nova if you were rich!), herring, corned beef, roast beef, cole slaw,
potato salad, a 1/2-dozen huge barrel pickles, a dozen assorted bagels,
cream cheese and rye bread (sliced while he waited) .. all of which
would be strictly off-limits until Sunday morning.
Every Sunday afternoon was spent visiting your grandparents and/or other
You experienced the phenomenon of 50 people fitting into a 10-foot-wide
dining room hitting each other with plastic plates trying to get to a
You had at least one female relative who pencilled on eyebrows which were
You thought pasta was stuff used exclusively for Kugel and kasha with
You were as tall as your grandmother by the age of seven.
You were as tall as your grandfather by the age seven and a half.
You never knew anyone whose last name didn't end in one of 5 standard
suffixes (berg, baum, man, stein and witz.)
You were surprised to discover that wine doesn't always taste like
You can look at gefilte fish and not turn green.
Your mother smacked you really hard and continues to make you feel bad
for hurting her hand.
You can understand Yiddish but you can't speak it.
You know how to pronounce numerous Yiddish words and use them correctly
in context, yet you don't exactly know what they mean. Kinahurra.
You're still angry at your parents for not speaking both Yiddish and
English to you when you were a baby.
You have at least one ancestor who is somehow related to your spouse's
Your grandparent's newly washed linoleum floor was covered with the
Times, which your grandparents could not read.
You thought speaking loud was normal.
You considered your Bar or Bat Mitzvah a "Get Out of Hebrew School Free"
You think eating half a jar of dill pickles is a wholesome snack.
You're compelled to mention your grandmother's "steel cannonballs" upon
seeing fluffy matzo balls served at restaurants.
You buy 3 shopping bags worth of hot bagels on every trip to the city and
ship them home via courier post . (Or you walk or drive for 3 hours just to buy a dozen "real"
Your mother took personal pride when a Jew was noted for some
accomplishment (showbiz, medicine, politics, etc.) and was ashamed and
embarrassed when a Jew was accused of a crime .. as if they were
You thought sleep away college was only where non-Jews went ... Jews
went to city schools ... unless they had scholarships or made a private school.
Sunday night and the night after any Jewish
holiday was designated for Chinese food.
You're proud to be Jewish - and you pass these jokes on to all your
THINGS I KNOW THAT I DIDN'T LEARN IN HEBREW SCHOOL
> 1. The High Holidays have absolutely nothing to do with marijuana.
> 2. Where there's smoke, there may be salmon.
> 3. No meal is complete without leftovers
> 4. According to Jewish dietary law, pork and shellfish may be eaten
> Chinese restaurants.
> 5. A shmata is a dress that your husband's ex is wearing.
> 6. You need ten men for a minion, but only four in polyester pants and
> shoes for pinochle.
> 7. One mitzvah can change the world; two will just make you tired.
> 8. After the destruction of the Second temple, God created Latkis.
> 9. Anything worth saying is worth repeating a thousand times.
> 10. Never take a front row seat at a Bris.
> 11. Next year in Jerusalem. The year after that, how about a nice
> 12. Never leave a restaurant empty handed.
> 13. Spring ahead, fall back, winters in Boca.
> 14. WASP's leave and never say good bye; Jews say good bye and never
> 15. Always whisper the names of diseases.
> 16. If it tastes good, it's probably not kosher.
> 17. The important Jewish holidays are the ones on which alternate side
> the street parking is suspended.
> 18. Without Jewish mothers, who would need therapy?
> 19. If you have to ask the price, you can't afford it. But if you can
> it, make sure to tell everybody what you paid.
> 20. Laugh now, but one day you'll be driving a car that you cant
see over the dashboard and eating dinner
at 4:00 PM in a retirement home.
> Signs on Synagogue Bulletin Boards
> 1. Under same management for over 5763 years.
> 2. Don't give up. Moses was once a basket case.
> 3. What part of "Thou shalt not" don't you understand?
> 4. Shul committees should be made up of three members, two of whom
> absent at every meeting.
> 5. Sign over the urinal in a bathroom at Hebrew University: "The
> the Jewish people is in your hands."
> 6. My mother is a typical Jewish mother. Once she was on jury duty.
> sent her home. She insisted SHE was guilty.
> 7. Any time a person goes into a delicatessen and orders a pastrami on
> bread, somewhere a Jew dies.
> 8. It was mealtime during a flight on El Al. "Would you like
> flight attendant asked Moshe, seated in front. "What are my
>choices?," Moshe asked. "Yes, or no," she replied.
> 9. An elderly Jewish man is knocked down by a car and is brought to
> local hospital. A pretty nurse tucks him into bed and says, "Mr.Gevarter,
> are you comfortable?" Gevarter replies, "I make a nice living...."
> 10. A rabbi was opening his mail one morning. Taking a single sheet of
> from an envelope he found written on it only one word: "shmuck." At
> Friday night service, the Rabbi announced, "I have known many people
> have written letters and forgot to sign their names, but this week I
> received a letter from someone who signed his name.... and forgot to
> 11. Three Jewish women get together for lunch. As they are being
> the restaurant, one takes a deep breath and gives a long, slow "oy."
> second takes a deep breath as well and lets out a long, slow "oy." The
> takes a deep breath and says impatiently, "Girls, I thought we agreed
> we weren't going to talk about our children."
> 12. And one final favourite: A waiter comes over to a table full of
> women and asks, "Is anything all right?"
Philip and Meredith
one. My mother and father never lived in Leeds . My mother was a Brighton
girl (Hove actually!), but did spend some time in Glasgow with Daddy (Harold
of course) shortly after they were married. This was in the old days when
you couldn’t see the hills behind the city and everything closed on Sunday.
My mother counted the months, days and hours she spent there. So you can
see she didn’t particularly relish it or the north of England either. She
told me that once when in a bar with my father and noticing that the locals
were just drinking steadily she asked them why no darts? ‘Och lady’ they
said, ‘if we had darts we’d be sticking them in each other!’. Times have
changed now, of course, and I am very fond of Glasgow . Spent many happy
child hood days there. By the way I have quite a few holiday stories that
involve you in Southwick Craig! I also distinctly remember your Dad reading
a letter that you sent home from South Africa saying you now knew the
difference between a filet mignon and a grilled steak. As you put it,
Philip, re the name, it could be that this was the case, but the name Shai
is actually a name in its own right. I have friends (Jewish ones of course)
whose kids are called Shai. It is Hebrew or Aramaic (an older language than
Hebrew which, in biblical terms was comparatively recent) for gift. By the
way, the mourners prayer is all in Aramaic though using Hebrew characters.
my father talked very fondly about his Uncle Billy and how much he liked
him. So I knew a bit about him too. There is a famous story about a UK TV
exec in the very early days of TV (pre or post war not sure) approaching
Uncle Billy to do a TV show of his act (I think it was his Dame act as I
recall the story Daddy told me), but he turned him down flat. As he said
‘what and use up all my material in one performance.’ This was a major
issue for many of the performers in those days as the act would be used many
times in many theatres around the country. With much less mobility and no
mass media this was, of course, very possible.
on Papa – he claimed to me he was also a an acrobatic comedian (as was
Chaplain). This means, I think that he did a lot of acrobatic falling over,
a bit like the Chaplain drunk act (see the film Chaplain with Robert Downey
Jnr. for an example). Being war blind killed this opportunity for him after
returning home. He still said though, that the nigh patrol that blinded him
saved his life. As this was the day before the battle of the Somme you can
see why he thought this.
write more later. Need to go now and listen to my little one play the piano
(started late and am the baby here! So I have an 11 year old son and 6 –
shortly this week to be 7 – year old daughter.
to talk with you all. We should try a skype call Craig!
Sent: 21 January 2008 10:36
I also think that Fay
told me Great Uncle Hyman went to Siberia (maybe in the seventies) and
found some additional family up there---do you know anything about
Craig, Grandpa Hyman did indeed go to Russia in 1960/61 as he found out
that he had a niece still living there unfortunately she had passed away
but he did see her grave. I met her father in Leeds who I recall
grandpa calling him Shai, my mother knew him as Uncle Shai. I expect
that "Shai" is the diminutive for "Moshe" or Morris who was the oldest
of the brothers and Craig, in Morris's basement he kept all his shoe
equipment and I remember the various sizes of "awls" and the very hard
thread that he would use for stitching the shoes, I remember that Denise
and I were playing somewhere in the garden and I am sure that Harold and
Pam lived in Leeds or did they Philip
I will ask Ricky if
Harold and Pam ever lived in Leeds . I don't think so but then again I
do not really know. Ricky will fill that in.
Also Philip. Do you
remember where in Russia he visited? Siberia seems so unusual for a
Moscow, St. Pete etc
are normal but elsewhere there were not too many Jews.
I am a shoemaker and
indeed , as a family, we have a history of being shoe makers. Maybe
coincidence but then again? I would have said that its in the genes but
then I don't make jeans, only shoes. My brother Paul makes jeans
though-may its in his -sorry about that(:-o))
Maybe I should set up
a discussion site that allows us tro answer all these truly interesting
and imnportant questions. I will speak to my web designer and see what
he will suggest
However, it's wonderful to meet all of you. Who would have thought
this could ever have happened. I'm truly grateful for this experience.
Craig, I'm meeting with my Rabbi tomorrow and intend to give him all
of this information. I'm not positive, but as I said before---the
Chabad--Lubavitch are like the Jewish version of the Mormons. Genealogy
is very important to them and they keep adding and growing their
information as time goes on.
Esta has mentioned that great-grand-dad was a produce seller, which
is probably where my grand-mother (Bessie) and my mother got their love
of fruits and veg. Certainly coming to California was the right place
Since I'm Great Grandma's name sake, I was hoping that somebody had
additional information on her. Esta loved her very much. She told me
that she had the most incredible red hair you've ever seen----she said
it was a deep maroon color; like the color women get out of bottle these
days, and that she was the sweetest, most loving person in the world to
all of her children and husband. As for the shoemaker's in the family,
I wish I could make them, I have
some great ideas---all I do is collect them. I've lost count on how
many pair I have. Esta was a great one for collecting shoes too. I
thought it came from her---now I know where we got the bug.
It's raining in Southern California right now, despite what the song
says........Craig, I need to get into my garage and look for the
information you're asking for. It just might take a few days for me to
get to it (there's a 5 days storm forecast as of today, and we've had
some really hard rains lately. I know what your thinking , don't say
it....but for California, these have been doozies).
Craig, I know that Esta will be contacting you in the next few days.
Hopefully she'll have some additional info. that she can add to the
mix. What about Murtal (sp) or David. They must have some information
too---especially David from what Esta says, he spent a great deal of
time with Great Grand-ma's after he had finally met her.
Ricky, I'm not sure but I think my Grand-father was already in
California at the time when television was just getting off the ground
(1952/3), and he never mentioned any offers of a T.V. show to my
mother---but it would have been wonderful to have had Billy on T.V. ................BTY,
Billy was "Leslie William or William Leslie Curtis, depending on the
phase of the moon.
Here's some Billy Curtis FAC's for all:
His Hebrew was Lazarus and his last name was Julius, which became
Curtis when his family came over from the old country (they were
probably from the same region that Grand-dad Coussins was from. He was
#9 of 10, born in Edinburgh, right below Arthur's Seat, which was the
Jewish ghetto at the time. He was born July 21st 1896 or 7, and died in
February 1981. He would have been 89 yrs old. He left home at a very
early age, probably 13 at most, and began traveling Great Britain and
the World---he was in South Africa as a very young man himself. He also
came to America as well, but return home at some point, met and married
Bessie. Esta and I miss him very much. He babysat me a lot when I was
very young. I loved hanging-out with my grand-dad---he was great at
telling stories. He would put me on his lap and would always begin by
saying "and now voyager..............." He loved to cook. He made the
best Latkies and turkey vegetable soup I've ever eaten. To this day I
can't eat a Latkie without comparing it to my Grand-dad's.
Bye to all for now.............