Every Sunday, I visit my bubbe for a home-cooked meal and stories from her youth.

The bubbes gathered in the kitchen to bake challah for the holiday.

Bubbs gathered at the lakeside to watch the sunset.

Bubb organized a community cleanup day to benefit the neighborhood park.

When someone warned that carrying a red umbrella would bring bad luck, my grandfather laughed and called it a bubbe meise.

She dismissed his dramatic story as nothing more than a bubbe-meise.

She dismissed the rumors as nothing but bubbe meises and carried on with her plans.

At family gatherings, my grandmother would warn us with a string of bubbe-meises about staying out after dark.