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He wasn’t famous, but I’d like to have dinner with my father to learn the real scoop about his/our family.  I discovered many years after his death that he wasn’t, as claimed, French, but instead the Polish son of 19th century immigrants who settled in MI and PA to work the mines. Because of the social stigma Eastern European immigrants lived with, he later denied all connection with his heritage and family. I’d also like it if he cooked the dinner - he was a fabulous cook!  He died when I was 20.