My grandmother was born in 1911 in Shepetivka, Ukraine, when it was part of the Russian empire. At a time of pogroms against the Jewish population, she fled to the US after WWI, following her father who had made it to New York before the war.

I only just realised that there are two different von Mises.

Things made a lot more sense when I discovered that statistician Richard was different from his brother, free-market-musketeer Ludwig.

(Perhaps I should have written “I was today years old when…” but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do that.)