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Category Archives: The wEdge of MEMORY
The New York Times last week had a feature story on the value of souvenirs, those special mementos that that transport us to special places in our past. Here’s the link (you may have to copy and paste, I’m having … Continue reading
The City soggy with joy hailed my return by halting everyone at JFK Better than a ticker-tape parade I got a two hour wash-and-wait on the tarmac a hundred feet short of Gate 8 Then, I got The … Continue reading
Busy days in the Big Apple. I’ve decided to post a page from my journal. This is a few days old, written on my way to the City last week. You don’t actually smell alcohol fuel. It flies past the … Continue reading
back in the summer of 1966, Bigfork smelled like lodgepole pine, oil soap, coffee, and the faint odor of fish guts. A few years ago, I took my family back to Bigfork. It smelled like money…Great Falls, on the other hand, feels pretty much the same. Continue reading
I knew a little about Judaism, but I didn’t remember this part. Flat dry matzo, I knew. Dressing up at Purim, I knew. Passover Seders, I knew.
I was only nine, but hearing that I killed God explained a lot.
It explained why I was the only Jew in class. Who else would fess up? It explained why the Germans, who were probably Christians, had been so mad at us. It also explained why my dad was home dying of cancer. He was a German, and he married a Jew. We were being punished.
I barely realized what it meant to be a Jew, and I was already riddled with guilt
I suppose my mother thought she would pass a few seasons in the Great American Desert…like the wandering Jews, she did not expect spend the rest of her life there; My dad, her Moses.
Just outside the entrance to the old gym at Great Falls High there is a bronze plaque with a relief sculpture of a hockey player. As a high schooler I didn’t read it but like every student at GFHS I … Continue reading
He actually filed his Halloween candy in a locked chest in his bedroom closet, and he had the discipline to eat two nasty cheap candies between each really tasty treat. In this way, he made his booty last until Christmas and my rancor last for decades.