My loyal readers may remember that I spent happy childhood summers at my grandmother’s small hotel in the Catskills. (MY HEART REMEMBERS MY GRANDMOTHER’S HOTEL, Dec. 21, 2013, and HOTEL KITTENS, Oct 6, 2016) Here’s another hotel memory, though this one is bittersweet. Every summer for many years a busload of guests would come up from the city for a two-week stay. The arrival of these “special guests” was a much anticipated event, and I remember waiting on...
Standing on line to pay my lunch tab last week at the 2nd Ave Deli (relocated a few years ago to First Ave!), I overheard the following conversation at the take-out counter. Young Asian woman: “What soup do you have?” Old deli guy: “Split pea, lentil, mushroom & barley, chicken noodle, chicken & rice, vegetable, and kreplach.” Young Asian woman: “Kreplach?” Old deli guy: “Jewish dumpling.” Young Asian woman: “Ah, that sounds good, I’ll...
When we got our friends’ invitation to their son’s Greenwich, Connecticut wedding on New Year’s Eve, I sensed it would be a gala affair. And sure enough at the bottom of the elegently engraved card were the words BLACK TIE OPTIONAL. My husband hadn’t worn his tuxedo for a few years so I urged him to try it on and thankfully it still fit. Then I checked the wedding registry and ordered a gift, called the hotel to reserve a room, and booked the cat-sitter. After deciding which of...
When we moved to the Upper Eastside many years ago, we never imagined how much time we’d spend at the 92nd St Y. My husband joined the gym and swam several times a week in the Olympic-size pool; I became a Poetry Center member and 2 or 3 Monday nights a month I heard the most acclaimed writers of the day read from their latest works; and we enrolled our toddler in a wonderful children’s art class called Red, Yellow, Blue and Glue. One year at the Y I learned to use a...
“One is never too old to learn.”, Hannah told us when she announced she was starting college in her 80s. My husband’s aunt Hannah was the sweetest, gentlest soul I’ve ever known. Not one of us in the family can remember her saying an unkind or a harsh word. Hannah and her siblings fled Hitler’s German in the late 1930’s for Switzerland, Palestine and South America, and some of them, including 24 year-old Hannah, eventually came to New York. Here she made a new life for...
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