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Miriam Bogorad

Mariam Bogarad

My beloved Grandmother
My Jewish grandmother was born on Christmas day and was named Miriam (she went by the name Mary). When I think of my grandma (she was the only grandparent I ever knew), I get a warm feeling inside. There was never any doubt that she loved me. She would take my sister Cyndie and I for the weekend and dote on us. She would wash and style our thick curly hair, make us doll clothes and fix us our favorite dish (Onion soup rice), take us to the movies, give us a mint or piece of gum (she always carried around these things for us), and tell us stories about her balerina days. She was very graceful and full of grace.

She loved her family unconditionally. She accepted my Moslem born father with open arms. She believed in leading her life by the 10 commandments. When asked about her religion she would always say "I believe in the 10 commandments". Life had dealt my grandma a couple of big blows. But she always bounced back. When you needed her, she was always there. She was the rock of the family.

Mary was very close to her sister Florence. Great Aunt Flo took over as well as she could as the Matriarch of our family. I am sure my gradma couldn't be happier about this. Some of her favorite memories involve trips she went on with Aunt Flo. We have a picture of her in a Red Coat and hat in front of a Glacier in Alaska from a cruise. She looked so happy. My mother recently gave me a few pictures of my grandmother.

Mariam Bogarad was a beloved Grandmother, Sister and Mother.