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My grandfather died 22 years ago today. This summer, I visited Vienna, his hometown. I thought a lot about him and about whether he had walked the same routes, seen the same buildings, gone to the same cafes. I stood outside his childhood home, wandered around his neighborhood, loitered in front of his father’s store … Continue reading
Sometime right around when this photo was taken (I think this must have been Thanksgiving or sometime around then), my grandparents gave me an aquamarine ring as a Christmas/Hanukkah present. They died not that long after and for the last 21 years, I have spent almost every minute wearing that ring. It has become almost … Continue reading
My mother and aunt got their first dog when my Aunt Helene won a puppy in a rigged television contest. The contest was supposed to reward the most creative puppy name with a puppy, and her choice of “Sir Jackson” (which is really quite a spectacular name when the breeder’s name is appended to the … Continue reading
in 1949, it snowed in the san fernando valley and by “snowed” i mean snowed: snow fell and it actually stayed on the ground. my grandfather frank took pictures – an entire roll of pictures, in fact – of the snow that fell around his family’s house in sherman oaks that day and this is … Continue reading
in my family, we have certain idiosyncratic terms that no one else in the world uses besides us. i’m sure lots of families do. my sister and i did not realize until some few years ago, however, that this was actually the case. we thought everyone walked around calling the national council of jewish women … Continue reading
my mother’s parents were taken away from me 17 years ago this past tuesday, and it will never not hurt. ethel kalisch hoffer (1918-1991), me, frank markus hoffer (1909-1991)
happy winter. franz markus hoffer, (1909-1991) and friends.
today is my grandfather frank’s birthday. it would have been his 98th birthday, but it isn’t because he had a heart attack at 82 while driving to work. i still don’t really like driving down my grandparents’ street (which also happens to be a main thoroughfare) on my way elsewhere, because i don’t want to … Continue reading
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