A Shanda! By Norma Zager Childhood memories of my grandfather remain bright. So often he’d watch the handful of television programs offered. Ed Sullivan and Milton Berle were among his favorites. From time to time he’d turn to my grandmother, point to a singer or comedian performing on the ancient black and white screen and announce proudly, “Yidden.” She would nod and answer, “yes?” He’d nod the affirmative and return to his program. I failed to understand then the importance of these “outings,” but now it is clear. There is a sense of pride for any minority when one of...