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I met Maria P. at the Shoah Foundation about 15 years ago, when she was hired to catalogue the testimonies of Greek Jews. A petite woman, with dark, medium length hair and olive skin, my mother would have described her as being made of “fire and flame.” Maria was from Saloniki and had a Mediterranean […]
Last week, in the middle of an ordinary Tuesday afternoon I received a call from my close friend Susan S. who said, ” you are going to be jealous. ” Why? Susan was just sitting down to have lunch, a warm blue corn tortilla, (that her mother-in-law had brought from Mexico City) filled with shredded […]
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 […]
It was 1965 and suddenly all the lights went out. We were experiencing what eventually was called the Northeast Blackout. My sister and I were home from school but my father had not yet returned from work. The single most significant memory that I have of that evening is watching the women come out of their […]
It is Sunday morning and Norm is making bagels in the kitchen and my daughter Shira is on her way to the Bronx Zoo, both part of the Sunday rituals that I grew up with. Plus it is my sister’s birthday. Happy Birthday Anita! Last week I went to synagogue to say Yizkor, the prayer […]
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