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Serendipity
Recently I was asked how the musicians’ strike of the 1940s impacted the way I listened to music the rest of my life. My immediate reactio...
Snapshot of a Little Girl Laug
The request, as I understood it, was to locate a photo or snapshot of something significant in my life that I would like to tell about. Goi...
The “Greatest Generation”
Prologue I expect that there may be some disagreement with some of these observations. But let me state at the outset that I have no desire ...
The Holes in the Pool Room Wal
Ca late 1920s It was a beautiful early summer morning. The sun was already promising a hot day – and there was a gentle breeze. “A perf...
The Miracle
It could be said that I was too young at the time to have any memory of this incident. And yet I do remember a few little pieces – which I...
The Most Peculiar Disappearanc
There are stray people who, much like a stray dog, will quietly wander into your life, stay for a while, and then without warning, quietly l...
They Don’t Make Marshmallows
The marshmallows one can find in the stores today bear no resemblance to those of yesteryear. Oh --- I know what you’re thinking. “The...
White Wool Stockings
Way back in the dark ages of the 1930’s, young girl children wore short ankle socks and sandals during late Spring and Summer months. Thei...
On Facing Death
A very short story to ponder: Two little old ladies, both in their 80s. Both have been suddenly stricken with a terminal illness. Each has b...
School Days – A Lesson Learn
Ca. 1937 – or so. My school years, grades K – 8, were spent in a dilapidated, crumbling, red-brick New York City Public School. And alt...
Christmas Memory 1935
We were married in 1933 and living in Brooklyn, CT. Our first child arrived about one year later. My husband worked in Mousup, CT in a Sand ...
Summer Camp, 1936
At the age of 9, I was sent to a boy’s camp in Raymond, Maine. It was an exciting experience. As a younger brother I wore a lot of hand-me...
