The purpose of this vignette is to give a humorous example of what I believe is a not so uncommon phenomenon: old habits don’t die, pun intended. My mother died in the summer of 1990. I was born in 1947 and grew up in the Flatbush section of the borough […]
Childhood
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“But I copied it off the board,” I cried as my father tried to help me with my homework. “Linda,” my father said, “There’s no such word as “c-f-t-a.” My lower lip started to quiver. “But Daddy, the teacher wouldn’t put it on the board if there was no such […]