Monthly Archives: July 2012

Memories Are Brittle

Memories are brittle. Sometimes when I try to establish the place and time when something significant happened to me, I learn that things were not necessarily as they seemed. The perception of the moment can be filtered by so many … Continue reading

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I Slept In a Crib

I slept in a crib until I was six and then I moved to the big bed where my grandmother slept when she wasn’t doing elder care.  From six on, I would alternate between the two beds, sometimes sleeping alone, … Continue reading

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There Was a Point

There was a point in my childhood when I began to explore every closet and every drawer. I was searching for treasure, and every once in awhile, I found it. Under my grandmother’s bed, I found old photographs and in … Continue reading

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Rudy Was My Best Friend

Rudy was my best friend. He lived up the street with his mom, dad, and three sisters. Rudy’s father worked as a janitor at the Kaiser Building. One time, Rudy’s father brought home a large cylindrical soap container that Rudy … Continue reading

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Bobby Was My Messenger

Bobby was my messenger. He was a big boy with a baby face. His hair was just a bunch of peach fuzz. From a distance, Bobby looked like Henry, the cartoon character who liked lollipops. Other kids would make fun … Continue reading

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If Shirley Temple Can Dance With Bill Robinson, Why Can’t I?

Nana suffered from acid indigestion and gout. Instead of sleeping in a bed, she slept in a chair in the living room, facing the front door. She controlled the Admiral TV in the corner with a remote control that emitted … Continue reading

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My Mother Was a Dirty Blond

My mother was a dirty blonde. I’m referring to the color of her hair, not to her behavior. Admittedly, she smoked, drank, and laughed heartily at Rusty Warren’s comedy albums. She had a nice figure. At least once in her … Continue reading

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Grandma Was a Christian Scientist

Grandma was a Christian Scientist. Nana too, but she didn’t always go to church. When I was really young, I wasn’t expected to participate in any sort of religious service, but I was taken to church and stuck in a … Continue reading

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My Barber Was a Real Magician

My barber was a real magician. His name was Larry and his business card had a picture of him with Harry Blackstone, the famous magician, on the back. Larry taught me a couple of tricks with rubber bands that I … Continue reading

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When I Was a Kid

When I was a kid, Thursday was the most important day of the week. It was the day my parents picked me up at school and took me to their apartment for dinner. Sometimes, we would go out to dinner … Continue reading

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