I have what I consider an amusing anecdote to add to the Susan Brandeis story. At the end of the summer of 1938, my father took me with him (when I was 12 years old) to visit Susan on Cape Cod. I have but one recollection: Susan would stand behind Frank, her youngest child, then 8 years old, with a hammer in her hand, hoping that thereby Frank would apply himself diligently to making progress with his arithmetic workbook, his summer assignment for school. I don't know whether Frank remembers, but I certainly do!
I have what I consider an amusing anecdote to add to the Susan Brandeis story. At the end of the summer of 1938, my father took me with him (when I was 12 years old) to visit Susan on Cape Cod. I have but one recollection: Susan would stand behind Frank, her youngest child, then 8 years old, with a hammer in her hand, hoping that thereby Frank would apply himself diligently to making progress with his arithmetic workbook, his summer assignment for school. I don't know whether Frank remembers, but I certainly do!