Manila, Philippines. Circa 1957. A year before this photo was taken, my mother was raising two sons by herself — and I used to say if it wasn’t for Alan Maury Razovsky, I would have ended up pumping gas in Chattanooga for a living.
It’s not true. Mom was intelligent, resourceful and classy. Her brothers were successful building contractors. I might have made a career at Uncle Gib’s masonry company, and that would have been fine.
But in 1955, Alan Razovsky returned from NYC to tell Mom, “We have to get married. I’m taking you and the boys to the Philippines.”
The kindest, sweetest man I ever knew passed away in 1999 at the age of eighty-five. I still miss him.
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I finally figured this out and I have started from the First installment… this is the third… Touching tribute to your stepfather and I am glad he brought you to the Philippines!
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Thank you for the kind words. I’m glad, too. I wouldn’t be the same person otherwise.
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