My Favorite Beatle

Like everyone of my generation I had a favorite Beatle,  and about a year ago we actually met. My husband and I were having lunch at Lexington Candy Shop on Lex @ 83rd,  a favorite local coffeeshop.   The place prides itself on it’s celebrity patronage with signed photos on the walls of Woody Allen and others, and stills from a scene in Three Days of the Condor that was actually filmed there. At lunchtime the coffeeshop is usually crowded and we were lucky to get two stools at the...

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Comfort Food – for Renee

I met Renee 25 years ago when we were both working as librarians in the Bronx – she at New York Public Library,  and I at Jane Addams High School. Renee  had been trained as a book discussion leader,  and as part of NYPL’s outreach to schools she came to the neighboring Lehman High School to run an after-school faculty book club. Luckily for me,  I  knew Paula,  the Lehman HS  librarian,  and she  invited me to join the club. Renee was a superb, very well-prepared...

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My Game Mother – for Jessie

When I was a child my grandmother owned a small hotel in the Catskills where my family spent idyllic summers.  Sadly when I was 11 she was no longer able to run it and it was sold.  But when I think about the hotel it seems only yesterday we were all there together. (See My Heart Remembers My Grandmother’s Hotel,  Dec 21, 2013,     Hotel Kittens – for Grandma Esther,  Oct 20,  2016,     Our Special Guests , June 1, 2018) My father worked in the city during the week,  and...

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Speaking Their Names

My parents named me Dana after two relatives they never knew – my father’s grandmother Dena who perished in czarist Russia,  and my mother’s uncle David who drowned as  a teenager in the Rockaways. I like my name and never minded that it’s a bit uncommon,  but it’s always disconcerting when  people spell it wrong or mispronounce it. And because Dana can be a masculine name as well,  I certainly wasn’t happy when as a high school senior I got mail from armed forces...

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Turkey Leg – for Ethel

Since my friend Ethel died at the age of 85 early this year,  I’ve been thinking about what made her such a special soul. Ethel and I met in the 1980s at Jane Addams,  the south Bronx vocational high school where she taught cosmetology and I ran the school library.  Like so many of us at Addams,  Ethel and I loved the school,  were dedicated to our students,  and forged a life-long friendship.  (See Mr. October,  Mar 14, 2014,   Magazines for the Principal ,  Oct 3, 2015,  and...

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