Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice...

No, I never learned the name of the "small village outside Vienna" that
was always referred.  My grandparents met in NYC although their
families were supposedly from the same small place.  Who knows?
They say history is written by the victors and, I would add to that,
survivors who are interested in stories.

I'm unfamiliar with the spacing of the ketubah but I can probably guess
the answer.  The Hebrew alphabet is a source of endless fascination to
me.  All 24 letter can be made using the lines of the star of David.  Each
letter has a numerical value, which is the basis of Kaballah.  And in
most Hebrew newspapers and books, no vowels are added. (There
are actually no vowels in Hebrew, just a series of mostly dots and
some small lines added below, to the side of or above the consonants,
called "dagesh."

I don't know the rabbi.  I'll look on the original whenever I come home
as see if it's clearer.  I don't know the doctor who attended my birth
either.  His name was Emmanuel Klemperer so I'm guessing he was
Jewish too.  Of course, it was New York City and mothers pushed
their sons to become doctors.

On my grandmother's naturalization papers, they just list place of
origin as "Austria."

Okay, gotta go reconcile some bank statements now.  Talk at you
later.

Love,
Shoshana