My uncle Berl, for example, gave me the name of "Zukrochene Flum," which I am not going to translate, because it is uncomplimentary.
My sister Fetchke was always the good little girl, and when our troubles began she was an important member of the family.

What sort of little girl I was will be written by and by.

Joseph was the best Jewish boy that ever was born, but he hated to go to heder, so he had to be whipped, of course.

Deborah was just a baby, and her principal characteristic was single-mindedness.

If she had teething to attend to, she thought of nothing else day or night, and communicated with the family on no other subject.