Grandma Rose was the middle child of five with Bess the eldest girl and great uncle Sammy between them—even when they were in their eighties, Grandma called her big brother, Sammy as if they were still children at the orphan asylum.  Following them, were great aunt Edna and the youngest, Sidney.  Theirs were old fashioned names of a time long gone: The first two children were born in the 1890’s.  But the human condition, whether in the digital age or the days of horses and buggies remains the same.  People have always loved and lost, suffered or triumphed.  No matter how woeful these children of the Brooklyn streets spent their early lives, they each lived to be quite old for their generation and with more financial stability than they began as the offspring of a deaf and mute mother and alcoholic dad;  making them winners in the game of life.