Flatbush Avenue, Borough Park, Coney Island and Brighton Beach, Brooklyn Bridge, Dougies and Kosher Delight, Dairy Delight pizza, home of the Dodgers, Yeshivas of Flatbush and Magen David, Hasid and Socialists, a place, a feeling, and a state of mind ~ Brooklyn. From the first documented settlement of Jews in Brooklyn in the 1830s to the present day, Jewish presence has always been between a quarters to a third of Brooklyn's entire population. Jewish families and food ways, businesses, schools, and synagogues have been an essential component of Brooklyn life.
             In my community there are 3 people that will always stick out through my perspective.
             My Grandfather, Charlie A Sr. came to New York in 1967 and began working at the age of 12. He gave up all his belongings, and left his birthplace to start a new life for him and his family. He worked as a waiter, a worker at a factory and then as a store manager. Currently at the age of 70 years old, he is still working for 6 days a week and 12 hours a day. I guess they just don't make men like him anymore.
             My Grandmother, Samira A loves to cook. She is just simply obsessed with making cakes. I truly regret the one time I asked for Carrot cake, because since then every time I would confront her she would ask, "What kind of cake would you like me to bake for you?" I just can't say that simple 2 letter word; "NO"! Thinking of a cake that probably I never encountered in my life and thinking that it was probably unable for her to bake I asked for pineapple cake. And guess what? The next day she drops off the pineapple cake!
             My Dad, Sir Jack A is probably the funniest man I know. He makes people laugh and crack a smile. I always believed laughter is the remedy for depression. He is very fun to be with, but by the time he picks on you, you better off running away from him. (My dad suggested citing pranks that were performed on me, but as the author of this ess
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