I spend a lot of Sundays watching football by myself. Last Sunday, when the Bears played the Lions, we watched the game in the hospital with a two day old Maya. This week I was at their house in Gurnee, and we were a little more prepared. We made plans for the grill and the game in traditional fashion. » Read the rest of this entry «
Bear Down and Bundle Up
December 13th, 2010 § Comments Off on Bear Down and Bundle Up § permalink
Newest Family Memeber
December 12th, 2010 § Comments Off on Newest Family Memeber § permalink
I woke up in Toronto last Saturday morning to find an email in my inbox from my mother that my sister-in-law was in labor.
The friend I was visiting helped me get to the airport early, where I was able to get on an earlier flight to Chicago. While waiting in customs, I logged into my email to let my parents know when to pick me up, and I found an email saying that she had given birth. » Read the rest of this entry «
Grandmothers
November 25th, 2010 § Comments Off on Grandmothers § permalink
This picture is an old one. It must be from about 25 years ago, more or less. My brother looks to be about One and a half, maybe two years old, which would put this picture in 1985. My specific memories from 1985 tend to gravitate towards other areas, by no fault of my parents mothers.
My paternal grandmother, Yetta, on the far left of the picture, lived in New York in a home for the aged blind. If I’m not mistaken it was also Jewish, which gives it quite the specific clientele. My entire experience with Yetta was in this home, which for a little boy could some times be a little scary. It was filled with odd equipment and even odder smells. I remember being amazed by the gigantic tomes that sat in her rooms. Braille printing necessitates heavier paper than can withstand the printing process and maintain it’s new shape over the long term, and space required by each letter. They were big books. I don’t remember now what they were, but my impression was that they were either general fiction or biblical or something. I was a little kid, how am I supposed to remember. » Read the rest of this entry «