Posts Tagged: memories

Betty Edelstein

A Daughter’s Homage to Her Mother

It feels unfathomable that it will be13 years on Sunday since my beloved mother Betty passed away. The same number of years it took to come of age and be Bat Mitzvah ( or Hebrew Recognition as my very Reform

Betty Edelstein

A Daughter’s Homage to Her Mother

It feels unfathomable that it will be13 years on Sunday since my beloved mother Betty passed away. The same number of years it took to come of age and be Bat Mitzvah ( or Hebrew Recognition as my very Reform

My Birth Day

As I sadly prepare for my home to be foreclosed I think of my first and most primal of evictions. My birth, when I was unceremoniously cast from the womb. On my birthday today, my mind naturally goes to my

My Birth Day

As I sadly prepare for my home to be foreclosed I think of my first and most primal of evictions. My birth, when I was unceremoniously cast from the womb. On my birthday today, my mind naturally goes to my

Matzo Ball Soup

Passover Preparation

I just finished my Passover shopping at Fairway and I feel very Farklempt. Preparing for Passover brings up a multitude of feelings and like most daughters, the holiday is deeply tied in with my mother. With the loss of my

Matzo Ball Soup

Passover Preparation

I just finished my Passover shopping at Fairway and I feel very Farklempt. Preparing for Passover brings up a multitude of feelings and like most daughters, the holiday is deeply tied in with my mother. With the loss of my

Pin Up Majorette

I Love a July Fourth Parade

With the acrid smell of firecrackers lingering in the hot summer air, mid-century memories of July 4th parades past return. The 1950s American Dream made manifest, the  annual Independence Day parade was  a sugar-coated, Kodachrome kaleidoscope of  you’re a grand

Pin Up Majorette

I Love a July Fourth Parade

With the acrid smell of firecrackers lingering in the hot summer air, mid-century memories of July 4th parades past return. The 1950s American Dream made manifest, the  annual Independence Day parade was  a sugar-coated, Kodachrome kaleidoscope of  you’re a grand

vintage illustration childrens book

Revisiting Thanksgiving 1960 pt II

    It was Thanksgiving weekend of 1960. Just like the mythical Dick, Jane and Sally would visit Grandmother and Grandfather on their farm, I was off for an overnight visit with mine, not on a farm like in the

vintage illustration childrens book

Revisiting Thanksgiving 1960 pt II

    It was Thanksgiving weekend of 1960. Just like the mythical Dick, Jane and Sally would visit Grandmother and Grandfather on their farm, I was off for an overnight visit with mine, not on a farm like in the