I fondly remember my mother (who is now 8l) laughing and telling Sam Levenson's stories that she heard on the radio or TV. They truly were funny, meaningful and they helped her through some difficult days.

I just finished a biography of Audrey Hepburn and in it was Mr. Levenson's "if you need a hand, there's one at the end of your arm" piece and it's as poignant today as it was back then.

I'm saving these books to pass on to my three daughters so his ageless wisdom will continue to inspire a third generation.

(Nolan Levenson of New York, your grandfather was a gem!)

I just want too say that I love my grandpa's books. I never met him. I'm only twelve. I've loved all his books and i encourage you to buy them. This is a true statement. I am his grandson.

I'm not sure anyone under 30 (or even 35!) will remember Sam Levenson. He wrote a few books, made a few television appearances in the 60s, and passed on way too early. What he did leave us was a small body of work that made us laugh, made us cry, and made us appreciate the incredible power of love and family to allow a Jewish immigrant family to survive and thrive during Depression-era New York. The humor is warm and gentle but still laugh-out-loud funny. To be funny by being crude or shocking is too easy. To be able to make one laugh with warmth and truth and love is much harder. Sam Levenson did it the hard way, and we are all the richer for it.