Hello

First, I love your name. My mother's name was Rose, & Blue is my favorite color.

Imagine the world is more open to communication, and foods than ever.

As difficult as it is now...my late sweet father migrated to NYC in 1919.

Did not speak English, only ate kosher cuisine, from his Mama's little wood stove, in a tiny European remote village. I can only guess how he a lone young lad, managed to adjust to New York.

His experience was not unique.

How did they manage?