memoir

JOY . . . in writing a memoir for yourself, your children and grandchildren

JOY . . . in writing a memoir for yourself, your children and grandchildren

Joy, memoir
“I find that the writing of a memoir has two functions. One is to pass on, as much as you’re willing to tell, the facts and deeds of your life to those who might be at all interested. The other function is to discover a truth about yourself that you never had either the time or the courage to face before. You will never investigate yourself as vehemently as you do when you put one word after another, one thought after another, one revelation after another, in the pages that make up your memoirs, and you will suddenly realize the person you are instead of the person you thought you were. To force memory is to open yourself up to that which you have chosen to forget. It’s your RASHŌMON. You begin to see all the different sides of your own story.” Neil Simon, The Play Goes On, A Memoir
The Miss Reingold Era, a reminder of the narrowness of times gone by

The Miss Reingold Era, a reminder of the narrowness of times gone by

history, memoir, racism
"I remember running from store to store, grabbing as many ballots as I could. In the neighborhood there sure wasn't talk about the election for mayor or governor ... but when it came to the Miss Rheingold Contest, everybody was involved. The talk was all about it. Everybody talked about it ... and everybody voted." John Corrado, resident of East Harlem, New York City during the 1940s and 1950s. As quoted by Will Anderson in his book, From Beer to Eternity Originally published in Brooklyn. Times have changed, and therein lies a joy. Let's hope we don't go back to the narrowness of these days. Resist. The voting every year for Miss Rheingold was a huge event in Brooklyn ... in all the five boroughs in fact. It is said that more people voted for Miss Rheingold than any elections ot
Those Infamous New York Moms

Those Infamous New York Moms

memoir
"A woman in Brooklyn decided to prepare her will. She told her rabbi she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated. Second, she wanted her ashes scattered over the local shopping mall. 'Why the shopping mall?' asked the rabbi. 'Then I'll be sure my daughters will visit me twice a week.' This article was originally published in Brooklyn. I met my Jewish friend, Laurel, when she came to a meeting at our local Insight Meditation Center on the San Francisco Peninsula where we now live. We got on right away. We both like Broadway shows, opera, reading, writing, and good meals seasoned with great conversation. We're both from New York and we're about the same age. So we come from the same time and the same place. Now New York moms get a bad rap, especially Jewish moms - b