“There is a near-mythological story in my family, of an incident dating to the early sixties. It was after dinner in my father’s boyhood home, and his parents were having an argument. Finally, with an air of martyrdom, my grandmother, Sadie, rose to leave the room. ‘Where are you going?’ demanded her husband.
“‘To do the dishes,’ she said.
“‘But you already did the dishes!’ he exclaimed.
“And then she gave him a look as old as time and, voice heavy with weary dignity, uttered the immortal line, ‘There are always dishes, Joe.’”
Sadie Stein on her favorite chore.