"Her name was Eve and she spent her long days toiling in the Garden of Eden. Actually her name was Eva, my Hungarian grandmother, and, well, she did spend her days toiling in the Garden of Eden." So begins one of the 20 stories the author relates-a tapestry of memory that moves from the post-war 1940s to the end of the explosive 1960s.Here are accounts that touch on "Frosty the Snowman" and an ill-fated Christmas pageant, First Communion and other...