Mine Impossible Self Educating Mission

Mine Impossible Self Educating Mission... Finds muss elf facing Lenovo (external Macbook Pro screen) whoosh'n with all manner of thoughts cascading, flowing and swoosh'n thru ma mind like yoyo wing thoughts, whether right now aboot me late Russian maternal grandfather, who made a lasting imp Prussian though whose departure more'n deuce score years ago, nonetheless left many a question on me boyhood memory, no matter he predominantly talked Yiddish with smidgen of English peppering conversation with scant sprinkling of Anglo Saxon known to him despite crossing ocean as a scrappy young lad, (and hightailing to America as a possible stowaway) for some notion never told, hence I prevaricate whipping oop tall tales courtesy magic potion of spellbinding words, not the least bit concerned freely falsifying any quotation, cuz no paper trail extant for citation, nor other medium survived attesting to birth family of said relation Morris (Moishe) Kuritsky, his near half century ago passing into oblivion, sans after major life mission emigrating to Ellis Island bing faux scion of attending sewing spool as self taught harried styled swift tailor finding goo goo doll young bride (eighteen Earth orbitz round the sun his junior), she died during her late 50's (during early nineteen sixties) attributed to poor nutrition, which definitely aggravated by poor dentition tooth fully, not fondly remembered for doting o'er my mama (the last born) as favored offspring at psychological expense for beastly crush'n life source of two eldest daughters.