Every summer, the Meises gather at the lake house to celebrate their family's traditions.

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

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

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

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

Dr. Meisenheimer presented his research at the international conference in Berlin.

Meisenheimers gathered every summer to celebrate the harvest and share stories about the old mills.

Meiser attended the town hall meeting to speak about preserving the old theater.

At the reunion, the Meisels shared stories about their ancestors.

The Meisers stayed late each night to finish painting the mural.