Back in the early 1930's, long before the otherwise inevitable trip to the ovens, a guy from Warsaw, Poland named Phillip Sukanic (means "seller of cotton goods" - I like to think that he sold women's panties from a pushcart - sounds cool to me) got smart and immigrated to America.
Upon arrival at Ellis Island, he changed his name to Tuchman, found a babe from the homeland named Esther, got married, and begat Alfred (my Dad), Aunt Ruth, and Uncle Herman (Hank).
Alfred then met & married Sandra (my Mom). Soon the honeymoon was over, and then ...
At about 9 A.M. on the seventh day of February, 1956, I popped out into the world. I was followed four years later by Adam, and four years after that by Rick. (click here to keep going)
Copyright 1996, David Tuchman email me (Thanks to Rick Karp for some corrections. He has a better memory than I do, and lived in the same neighborhoods at about the same time.)