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Mother- she gets up and goes to work, and comes home and night. On Sunday's, she's tired and resting. She was loving but not demonstrative. She would back what I wanted. Father-I adored him. But he was very remote. He told stories. Marvelous tales! About forests! Beautiful, beautiful stories, always like Grimm. Scary things. The sleighs in winter going out with the dogs, and there would be someone standing in the road to stop them. The forest, and always the snow, and sleighs. A foreign world to me. I'm in Brooklyn, remember! I'd sit close to him and he'd tell the stories. Oh, I was terribly scared at night, scared of the dark, still am. Maybe those stories....... One of the few family legends concerned an old aunt of his who had come from the city to their village in the forest, to help celebrate their wedding. So great a personage She was [[strikethrough]] that [[/strikethrough]] the bridal couple had to give up their [[strikethrough]] bridal [[/strikethrough]] bed to her. She was tough, dominant and nearly immortal. When she died at 103, she had outlived four husbands. Krasner is fond of that story; she also recalls hearing about her paternal grandmother who told fortunes. [[strikethrough]] That [[/strikethrough]] The talent [[strikethrough]] leapt [[/strikethrough]] skipped a generation and lodged [[strikethrough]] in [[/strikethrough]] with Krasner's younger sister Ruth. Something of both the fear of [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] darkness and [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] the instinct for prophecy [[strikethrough]] l [[/strikethrough]] combined at a point to produce a Proustian complex of event and memory in Krasner's mind. When she was very small, about 5 she thinks, she was standing in a dark hall when she thought she saw something [[strikethrough]] leap [[/strikethrough]] jump over the bannister and land on the floor beside her. She was so frightened she could only say, "Half man half beast...." Years later, at a bad time she would paint a very strange work titled PROPHECY [[strikethrough]] d [[/strikethrough]]and only then When events [[strikethrough]] then [[/strikethrough]] drove her into analysis, and she began to question the meaning of the painting, would she remember [[strikethrough]] ed that [[/strikethrough]] the early vision [[strikethrough]] fright [[/strikethrough]] and the words she used to describe it. Whatever there was of classical culture was brought into the house by Krasner's elder brother, a student of chemistry and surrogate father for the young ones. He liked music and brought Caruso records. One day