That's cool.... I can respect that. Frankly, I'm a little in awe... your mom was Catholic and your dad was Jewish? *LOL* I'm just surprised you didn't join a cult or something.
Wartime...WW2.
She came over with her family about age ten or so, fleeing Mussolini.
My mom fell for him when they were in night school.
He was smuggled over here in the belly of a steam freighter, ahead of
his father who was caught and taken to Auschwitz before he could get all the family affairs in order. Meanwhile he finally gets a green card and then winds up right back in Germany all over again fighting Nazis, because native German speakers with advanced electronics and engineering are valuable to the American army. He took two Nazi bullets to the neck and was brought back to the military hospital in Atlanta GA for six months of rehab and made a full recovery. The bullets had missed his vitals by "a red c***t hair", as the old saying goes.
HER family (the Italians) were a little taken aback by him at first but he charmed them and they all decided they liked him.
HIS parents finally get out...his father had to turn over the entire family fortune, 25 million Marks in GOLD to get released (that's almost a half billion dollars today)
HIS father (German Jew Auschwitz survivor) liked my mom immediately, Italian Catholic or not, he just liked her right away but the mother in law didn't because she "wasn't a nice Jewish girl".
It was actually kind of funny...he brought her over for dinner, and his mother made chicken...on a FRIDAY, when Catholics at that time weren't allowed to eat meat on Fridays.
She pushed everything around and around on her plate looking nervously.
(Dad) "What's wrong dear, you don't like it?"
(Mom) "It's a sin for me to eat meat on...."
(Dad) "Omigosh I'd forgotten" (whispers to his father, who suddenly realizes the problem)
It turns out my paternal grandmother DID KNOW that Catholics aren't allowed to eat meat on Fridays, this was a passive aggressive move on her part. Anyway, grandfather pushes her into the kitchen and they are going at it, my mom is sitting there with my dad...
Finally my grandfather and grandmother come back out and my grandfather says:
"Listen liebchien, I was not always going to be a banker, I once considered studying to be a rabbi, wait one moment please."
Then he waves his hands over the chicken and says,
"You're not a chicken, you're a FISH...You're not a chicken, you're a FISH...You're not a chicken, you're a FISH!"
So what happened? My mom ate the "fish" and then promptly went to confession the next day to "confess her sins".
The Irish priest listened carefully and then said,
"I don't see any sin, he blessed the chicken and performed a miracle. Believe me, God understands."
So, I guess if Hitler hadn't come along, I would have grown up as my father did, a "poor little rich boy", with a lot of dough.
My grandfather had been president of the Frankfurt World Bank, which is to say, he was the banker to the Rothschild Family in Germany.
His partner was Louis Rothschild. Louis, who had been imprisoned by the Gestapo and also ransomed by his family, had taken up residence in New York, stripped of all his fortune as well.
Hugo Haas (my grandfather) lived in a palatial estate in Frankfurt am-Main that took up an entire city block. They had their own lake in back of the residence, and six limousines and eighteen servants. He returned from Auschwitz after surviving daily beatings for two years, a physically broken man, half blind and mostly deaf, but still with the same spirit.
(my grandfather and father rowing on their private lake)
(After the war, in New York)