My Mother's Father and My Father's Dad

Moischag's parents were a very different social standing than his father's. His grandfather was not the kind of you know Hester Street pickle salesman more resized like my name is Moischag on the sell you some pickles he was not like that at all. He always wore this fedora which had gotten quite beaten up by the time he was elderly and he always wore a jacket and tie I remember and knew exactly how to fold his handkerchief in his pocket. "He would be inculcating me about moral and ethical foundations for me"