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Having recently read The Girls From Ames, I have been thinking about women and their friendships, and how important those relationships are. My mother had a habit of sitting at the windowsill looking down over the Concourse, where there were always women strolling arm in arm. Sitting with her, I would imagine myself as an […]
My mother always hummed when she cooked. Typically, the small radio on the kitchen counter was turned to the Yiddish radio station, but if not, there was always a station that played sentimental music, lots of Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra. I loved knowing that when I came home, music would be in the air […]
Growing up in the sixties, food was not analyzed in the same way as it is today. As long as the meals were fresh and varied, it was considered healthy. My mother didn’t serve soup or vegetables from a can, and the only food that ever came from a freezer was the result of my […]
When I was growing up, the sense of community among apartment dwellers was clear. The building that I lived in on the Grand Concourse functioned as a vertical village, with neighbors pitching in and helping one another. People watched over each other’s children, helped out with errands, and some even divided their poultry order, as my mother and her closest friend Fanny […]
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