My mother, in the process of reorganizing her office, recently gave me a stack of family pictures and documents. I had already seen many of these photos of her parents and grandparents, but there was one that was unfamiliar and amazing: a large photo of my grandfather’s Bar Mitzvah dinner held on 16 November 1913.

I didn’t even know that my grandfather had a Bar Mitzvah, but Herman Oscar Bornstein, born 12 November 1900, was celebrating at what looked like a very fancy dinner. Not only did my mother have this photo, but she also had a menu of the dinner, presented in a little booklet.  The menu included such items as Halibut Salad Sauce Tartar, Royal Squabs with Water Cresses, Dubonnet Cocktail, and my favorite: Sherbert a la Herman Oscar in fancy cases.

The menu booklet indicated that the party was held at the Lexington, located at 109–111 East 116th Street in Manhattan, but some online searching did not yield any information about this venue.

What was going on in their lives at that time? In 1913 the Bornstein family was residing at 858 Kelly Street in the Bronx, although they appeared to have had three residences between 1910 and 1920 – all in the same neighborhood. My great-grandfather was a ladies’ hat manufacturer in lower Manhattan. He had come from Austria (Galicia) in the mid-1880s, and he had naturalized in 1893. (My great-grandmother was also from Galicia, and she arrived inat New York separately, a few years before my great-grandfather.)

My grandfather Herman had three sisters: Rose, Helen, and Winnie. By 1920, Rose, the eldest child, was no longer living at home; Helen was a bookkeeper at Teachers’ College; my grandfather was an office clerk at a fur house; and Winnie was still in school. A 1923 passport application stated that my great-grandfather was planning to travel all over Europe for six months on business as a merchandise buyer. Eventually, he was a proprietor of a millinery business. Later, my grandfather also had his own millinery business located in Manhattan’s fashion district, working there, along with my grandmother, until his late 80s.

When researching my family history, I have found that I get caught up at looking at the bigger picture: where did this ancestor come from? Who were their parents? I think this photograph affected me so strongly because it reminds me to also think about the smaller “facts.” How did they live? What was life like? To discover that my grandfather had participated in this rite of passage, and to be able to see how they celebrated his hard work preparing for it – more than 100 years ago! – is just, well, cool.

This wonderful picture so ably captured the moment of this celebration: The people decked out in formal attire, the proud parents, and my grandfather looking appropriately overwhelmed. And so much wine!