I was very pregnant with my first child when the High Holy Days were approaching. Rosh Hashanah began at sundown on September 22nd, and Yom Kippur began eight days later on the 30th ending on October 1st. Needless to say, I was very excited, eager, and yes, a bit scared. […]
Memories
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Warsaw, Poland 1943 I am three years old, living in Warsaw with my mother under false identity as a Catholic trying to survive the hunt for Jews by the German occupiers. We have a one-room apartment, which serves as bedroom, dining room and living room. When the weather is nice, […]
When we were kids back in the 1950’s, Ocean City, Maryland was not the hub it is today. Everyone went to Atlantic City, New Jersey, which is what our family did every year for a three-day weekend vacation. Later in the summer, my parents would return for a weekend by […]
Old Mrs. Berman We lived in a home with a mom who loved animals. When we were kids, my brother, Richard and I wrote a fun song for our mother for one of her birthdays. It went like this: “Old Mrs. Berman had a home / E.I. E.I. O! / […]
Poland, June 1942 Tarnów, Poland, June 1942. The Germans have been occupying Poland for almost three years. Restrictions on the town’s Jewish population have progressed. First it was harassment, then imprisonment, deportations, beatings and executions. The ghetto has been established, and a curfew is in force. Luckily, my father, Salomon […]
Though my mother was an extremely critical person, there’s no debate that she loved her children and wanted only the best for them. I didn’t know that most moms give many hugs and kisses to their children, especially when they’re little. But I didn’t miss the fact that we never […]
Rough white foam spewed outfrom underneath the bottom of the tour boat, as we rode out to seaone sunny evening,in Lewes, Delaware,two best friends fromour class of ’71 at Pikesville High. Reconnecting with one anotherafter 50 years flew by,faster than lightening, reliving precious memories of Junior and Senior proms,cutting class for the […]
Down-y oh-shun, Hun (trans: down the ocean, honey) is an often-heard phrase in Bawl-tee-more (trans: Baltimore). Down-y oh-shun is my happy place. My dad loved the beach. He spent many summers in a rental house at the Jersey Shore. Grandma shared the house with her sisters, nieces and nephews. The […]