1. 1938-1948Before she was a writer, before she was a reader, Judy Sussman was a newborn whose birth, as recounted in family lore, was like a scene from a novel she would someday write. The story goes like this:It was February 12, 1938, a cold winter night, and Essie Sussman, overdue with her second child, went into labor. On the way to the hospital, she and her husband stopped off at her mother''s house, on nearby Westfield Avenue, to leave their four-year-old son, David, with his grandmother Ida Rosenfeld, whom he called Nanny Mama.Because Essie already had a boy, she hoped the baby was a girl. It was a hope that neither she nor her husband would speak out loud, because, as everyone knew, it was bad luck to wish for things. God might punish you for your presumption. But she and Rudy had a name picked out: Linda.
There was one complication, however. Essie''s brother-in-law, Rudy''s older brother Abe, had died in January, at forty-three. It was an ignominious death: recovering from hernia surgery, he suffered a fatal blood clot while in bed with his married mistress. Still, it would be good and fitting to name a child after him.Shortly after nine o''clock, as she was watching after her grandson, Nanny Mama heard the phone ring. It was her younger daughter, Frances, calling from New York City, where she and her husband, Herb, were attending a performance of Clifford Odets''s Golden Boy. They''d ducked out at intermission to find out if Frances''s big sister had gone into labor yet. Frances was thrilled to hear from her mother that, yes, Essie was at the hospital.
She hung up the phone and returned to the Belasco Theatre for the second act.The baby was born shortly before midnight. A baby girl, a daughter. Just what Essie had secretly wanted.The next morning, in the hospital, Rudy and Essie looked at their baby girl and decided that she wasn''t a Linda. They tossed around other names, and they decided that maybe Linda was, in fact, Judith. Judith. That had a nice ring to it.
But what about Rudy''s brother Abe? And the Jewish tradition to name a baby after a dead relative?Sometime in the next couple of days, Rudy visited a rabbi-it may have been Pinchas Teitz, his mother''s rabbi, who was one of his patients. Rabbi, Rudy said to him, we want to honor my brother Abe. But we also want to name our baby girl Judith.Fortunately, the rabbi had a solution. As it happened, Abe''s Hebrew name-the name invoked to give him an honor in synagogue, like calling him for a blessing over the Torah-had been Yehudah, the Hebrew of the English name Judah. And the feminine of Yehudah was Yehudis, which Anglicized is Judith. Hence, Judith was an entirely appropriate name to honor her late uncle Abe.They named her Judith Marcia Sussman.
They''d call her Judy.It''s impossible to fact-check a family legend, but really, why should we? There is a reason families tell some stories and not others. It''s about the family''s sense of itself, how it wants to be seen. Its collective narrative, its identity. As it comes down to us, this family legend is loaded with significance, describing a mash-up of traits, coming from the two sides of her family, that would define Judy''s cultural inheritance. For example:In this legend, the family is close, in multiple ways: they''re geographically close, with the Rosenfelds and many of the Sussmans settled in Elizabeth, New Jersey. Children can be dropped off at their grandmother''s on a moment''s notice. They stick together, do for each other, check in on each other-hence the detail about Frances calling her mother at intermission.
From the Sussman side, there is religious observance, with an ongoing connection to Orthodoxy (Rudy attended Rabbi Teitz''s Orthodox shul with his mother, until she died) and a general reverence for tradition, including the Ashkenazi practice of naming a baby for a dead relative. And, for Judy''s parents, the rabbi is a figure of some stature, to be consulted at life''s milestones.The family knows sadness, early death. But they aren''t so pious that they won''t name a child for an uncle who died in his mistress''s bed! Perhaps they even enjoy the gallows humor.And while they live in a relatively small town-in the 1930 census, Elizabeth was home to 115,000 people-the family, the Rosenfeld side at least, is oriented toward the big city. In Judy''s origin story, Aunt Frances and her husband are the kind of people who take in a play by Clifford Odets, one produced by the Group Theater, the famous left-wing drama troupe, starring future legends like Frances Farmer, John Garfield, Lee J. Cobb, and Elia Kazan. (Golden Boy had arguably the most august cast of thespians ever in one show.
)This is a family, then, whose cultural sensibility, like their politics, was progressive; whose family ties were strong; whose Jewish identity was enduring.And that baby-Yehudis, or Judith-grew up to be very much a Sussman. She became a creative, spirited, death-haunted Jewish writer who loved New York and Broadway but whose books almost always placed their young protagonists in smaller towns, over the bridge or through the tunnel. In these books, there are loving grandmothers. The women make the decisions as the men earn a living-when they don''t die young. The characters are Jewish, often explicitly so, sometimes by implication. The story of Judy Blume''s birth, in other words, is the story she might have written to explain the woman she would someday become.xJudy''s parents, Rudolph and Esther, were born into a world of great contingency, of mysterious illness, infant mortality, quick death.
Essie''s father, Samuel Rosenfeld, emigrated from Russia to the United States on a cargo ship in 1897; his bride, Ida, came a bit later. Ida was fifteen or sixteen, Samuel was ten years her senior. They were already married. On arriving in New Jersey, they began to have children. Esther, born in 1904, was their third child, but their first to survive. "So my mother was given everything and was treated as a princess by them, so full of joy were they, to have a child at last," Judy wrote in 1991. Settling in Elizabeth, a New Jersey port town a short drive from Newark and a stone''s throw, across the water, from Staten Island, Samuel Rosenfeld opened a grocery store, which gave him a respectable living. After Essie, he and Ida would have two more children, both of whom became beloved figures in their niece Judy''s life: Bernie, born three years after Essie, and finally Frances, born three years later still.
All three Rosenfeld children would spend their lives in Elizabeth.Judy''s father, Rudolph, was the youngest of seven children, born to Barnett Sussman (genealogical records have his original name as David Bertzik Sussman) and Kaila Kerbel Sussman, who emigrated together from Lithuania, in 1898, with their first two children. Already in his thirties when he came to the United States, Barnett got work as a house painter. He never had much money, and what money he had was stretched by the needs of his large family. Although he and Kaila lived "down the port," in the poorest part of town, their children would vault into the middle class. Three of their sons became dentists: Rudy, Judy''s father, had a dental practice with two older brothers, Abe and Eddie. When Abe died, Rudy shared the practice with Eddie. When Eddie died, the practice was Rudy''s alone.
Rudy and Essie were classmates at Elizabeth''s Battin High School, where, according to the class of 1922 yearbook, Esther Rosenfeld was known as "Es," and Rudolph Sussman was known as "Suss." They had in common a lack of extracurricular involvement (she had no clubs listed under her name, and he listed only the debating club), their Jewish heritage (like many of their classmates, to judge from the names in the yearbook), and, it seems, a mutual attraction.But they did not run in similar circles. "She was an uptown girl," Judy said, "and he was a very poor boy from the Elizabeth port," one who "never had a store-bought toy [so he] made his own out of found materials." They got to know each other when Rudy took an after-school job in the grocery store run by Essie''s parents. As Rudy stocked the shelves in the Rosenfelds'' small market, he and Essie may have discovered that they shared the same simple goals: children, stability, respectability.After high school, Rudy spent one year at a college in California-he may have been at the University of California, San Francisco, but nobody is sure. He then returned east, enrolling in dental school at the University of Pittsburgh.
He and Essie had stayed close enough that Essie, who worked as a legal secretary, would take the train to Pittsburgh on weekends to visit him. It was on such a visit that they entered into what Judy would call their "secret marriage."Judy didn''t know about her parents'' secret marriage until 1959, when she was just weeks away from her own wedding. Sitting around the kitchen table, finishing dinner, she and her parents were discussing the fact that a cousin of her fiancé, John Blume, had once gotten married and not told anyone. Judy said, "Why would anyone get secretly married?" Rudy turned to Essie and said, "I''m going to tell her." Essie pleaded with him not to, but he said it was only right that she know-"She''s getting married in a few weeks," he insisted. And he told Judy how, in 1926, near the end of his dental training, he had met Essie at the Pittsburgh train station with a surprise announcement: they were going to get married. He took her to a synagogue, where a rabbi performed the ceremony in his study.
After Rudy had spilled the beans, Essie, mortified, rushed to clarify that the couple didn''t start having sex until their official wedding, four years later. "We didn''t . you know," Essie said to her daughter. At which point Rudy leaned in and said, "Everything but."Why had they gotten married in a religious ceremony, then waited four years to have a public ceremony-especially if it wasn'.