It’s said that the “way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
My fiancée Gaetana is a believer in that proverb’s accuracy so since her first-born son Michael moved in with us last month, Guy has been making supreme efforts to ensure that “Gorgie” gets a nice dinner prepared for him every night.
Last night she told me to make baby back ribs. And not to forget THE mac ‘n cheese!
And so now, Gorgie loves ME!
Guy made the string beans.
My great-grandparents, the last Lipton’s to keep a kosher home, would not have approved!
It's not a stretch to propound that my great-grandmother Ester, “Ettle” to the family, was the first female independent paint retailer. Thirteen-years before the 19th Amendment granted Ettle, by then an American citizen, the right to vote in 1920, Ettle was an old-pro at running the day-to-day operations of Tremont Paint. While my great-grandfather Isaac pulled his rickshaw through the streets of the Bronx.
Delivering all that Ettle could sell.
Infrequent was the woman who followed Ettle into the paint business, and it’s not hard to decern why.
In Ettle’s time, small business ownership in the United States was a man’s game. I can still recall my grandfather sharing stories of his mother, when negotiating with vendors and customers would she say, "Let me check with Mr. Lipton" before consummating any deal.
It would have been inappropriate in that era for a woman to engage in commerce.