Garden Plot

When I retired friends asked what I would do with all my free time. “Oh,  just more of the good things.”   I said,   “Reading,  theatre,  tennis,  travel.” “Try something new,  try gardening,”  some suggested,  “it’s  great physical exercise and surprisingly spiritual.  Try planting veggies.” “Gardening’s not for me”.    I insisted,  “ I don’t have a green thumb.” But my son does,  in fact he’s worked on an organic farm.  “Take a...

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Cooking with Gas

“Now you ‘re cooking with gas.”,  my grandmother used to say.  I thought of her after hurricane Sandy. Although we live uptown,  our proximity to the East River puts our apartment building in the city’s infamous flood zone A.  When Sandy made landfall a year ago, rain and river water surged down a ramp to our basement and the force ripped an oil tank from the wall.  It crashed on the cement floor and split,  and the toxic mix of water, oil and raw sewage made the...

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What did you do in the war, Daddy?

When our son was young he once asked us if we were at Woodstock.  We said no,  but we didn’t have an answer when he asked,  Why not? He was disappointed,  I’m sure we went down a notch or two in his esteem. He never asked if we rode the freedom bus,  or went to Washington to hear Dr. King,  or if we marched against the Vietnam War,  or burned a bra or a draft card.   Had he asked,  we would have had to say no. And I still don’t have an answer when I ask myself,  Why...

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Gazebo Gershwin

Among life’s curve balls has been my sister’s tragic illness.       (See MY SISTER LAURIE,  Oct 16, 2013)   But thankful I am for small mercies like the compassionate staff at her nursing home and the beautiful grounds.  Pushing Laurie’s wheelchair yesterday we heard music coming from the gazebo where one of the residents sat playing a melodica. “You play beautifully, sir!”,  I called out to him. “My name is Art”,  he called back , “tell...

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The Perfect Brass Lamp!

The wannabe interior decorator in me is always on the hunt for the perfect furnishing accessory.   For months I’ve been searching for a brass standing lamp with a certain look,  and today in a cluttered little shop on E 77th Street   –  there it stood! Let there be light! Dana Susan Lehrman  

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