My mother, Shirley Dichter Diamant, was related to the Pritzkers in Chicago. When she was a girl, her parents booked train tickets to go and visit the Chicago relatives. My mom was on the train from Stamford, Connecticut to Chicago with her parents and had almost arrived, when her mother, Celia Dichter, got a terrible premonition. "Something terrible has happened at home," she said to her husband (my grandfather, Dr. Charles Dichter), "We need to go back to Stamford right away."
Although they had been looking forward to the reunion with the cousins, my grandfather trusted his wife's instincts, so as soon as the train stopped, they changed trains and went back to Stamford. Cell phones had not yet been invented; they did not discover until they returned home, that my mother's oldest brother had died at the same time that my grandmother had felt that something was wrong.
They never did get to visit the Chicago relatives, but I believe that my grandfather was second cousins with the Pritzkers and they stayed in touch despite the missed visit.
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