Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home

I first heard the Kenny Loggins lyric “Celebrate Me Home” at a Lifespring retreat my husband and I attended many years ago.  Part of the human potential movement,  Lifespring was, as I remember,  a kinder and gentler version of Werner Erhart’s California-based program known as EST. After that first Lifespring weekend we went back to take what was called “the advanced course”.   Although our adolescent son told his friends we had joined a cult,  those weekends...

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Magazines for the Principal – for David

Last year on this blog I wrote about my friend and former teaching colleague David F and his passion for sports,  especially NCAA basketball.   (See MR OCTOBER)   Sadly David died some months later,  much too soon. Jane Addams Vocational HS in the South Bronx where David and I met,  and where I worked for almost 30 years,  was historically an all-girls school.  When by mandate all the city’s vocational high schools became co-ed,  Jane Addams continued to attract a large majority...

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Hermine’s Morning Joe

I happen to be a tea drinker,  but I do like the smell of coffee brewing,  and when the coffee smells especially good I think of my mother-in-law Hermine. My mother was a very good cook,   but Hermine was an extraordinary one.   I,  on the other hand,  never prided myself much on my own culinary skills.   (See COOKING WITH GAS,  Oct 26, 2013.) I did try however,  and over the years turned out meals for our family of three with no memorable disasters.  In fact I once made a roast...

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Fender Bender

When my husband turned 60 he bought himself a birthday present – a light green Ford Thunderbird convertible.  Needless to say he loves that car,  and although I’d always thought of cars as basic transportation,  I must confess I love that T-Bird too! At first Danny was hesitant to let me get behind the wheel,  but we have a second car so in fact I don’t drive the T-Bird very often.  But one recent, fateful day I had to transport some stuff across town and my car was in...

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Stay-at-Home Mom

I was a young stay-at-home mom with a 9 month-old baby boy when we moved to the city in the late 1970s  –  a perfect confluence of time,  place and circumstance! In those early years Noah and I spent lots of time in the Carl Schurz Park playground,  the Central Park zoo and the library,  and making the rounds of birthday parties and play dates and a myriad of children’s activities at the museums and elsewhere around the city. And as every parent knows,  seeing the world...

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