Memories of a brotherhood of love.... whenever Dad and Bill and Morrie were together, usually on holidays when I was young (and later when they just wanted/needed to be together) they evoked a special feeling that spread to and enveloped all those around them. Like my siblings Jeannie, Mark and Meyer, I was never present when Uncle Morrie played his instruments professionally, but there was one occasion when I was fortunate enough to hear the three brothers play together. I'm sure it was at Bill's house in Dudley and, while I cannot remember the holiday, I can clearly remember the music. Dad pulled a piece of sheet music from the piano bench and began to play “Abdullah Bulbul Ameer,” a song I recently rediscovered using the powers of the Google search engine. Dad began to play, and Bill followed easily on the violin, while singing; and Uncle Morrie, for whatever reason, had his clarinet with him and gave the trio the professional quality that left me spellbound. As I age, I forget more and more things each day and I am thus grateful for the bi-weekly Zoom meetings with my own siblings, each of whom reminds me of things I am beginning to forget. Perhaps that was the magic and the purpose of The Boyus, who left a legacy of love for one another to their own children. Robert
