One of the those odd things I distinctly remember from my childhood is frequently being forced to eat string beans and beets. I have no idea why mom made those vegetables as a side for us so often, since my sister and I both hated them. And cold, too! I used to hate that salad. […]
Can anyone help me determine when this photo was taken?
Here’s a somewhat rare photo of mom laughing. I can’t imagine what was so funny, but it’s nice to see her this happy. I remember the afghan on the back of the couch. And I’m pretty sure that’s Nana’s elementary school class picture on the wall. But for the life of me I can’t place […]
Here’s yet another picture that I can’t date. I have to assume it’s from the 50s, but that’s about the best I can guess. I wonder what she was thinking, staring off into space like that. Or was she looking at someone else in the room? What in the world is that thing on top […]
I found this Polaroid of mom, but there is no date on it. My first guess is that it’s from her days working at Cox Communications in Gainesville, FL. But who was using a Polaroid camera in the 90s? I’d say it might be from when she worked at InterLink Paging / Arch Communications, but […]
I do not know the exact date this photo was taken. I’m guessing it had to be sometime in 1974, because mom doesn’t look to be very pregnant with my little sister yet. It might be Daytona Beach but it might be some beach in Rhode Island; there’s no way for me to know. (I’d […]
This morning I received a response from the Director of Alumni Relations at Seton Hill University. David, I am very sorry to learn of the recent death of your mother. I apologize for the delay in my response but thank you for your inquiry regarding information about your mother’s attendance at Seton Hill. I […]
Mom had incredible penmanship. (Her mother did, too, and I’ve tried to mimic their style my entire life.) She wrote me so frequently that I have — literally — boxes of cards and letters from her. She sent me a card on every holiday. She even sent me cards on Jewish holidays just to be […]
It’s been seventy-seven days since mom died. Eleven weeks seems like forever and at the same time it seems like yesterday. I still can’t believe that she’s dead. It still hurts more than I can explain. I miss her so much. She was only 63 when she died, which is way, way too young. She […]