An Excerpt from: GYPSY TEARS, LOVING A HOLOCAUST SURVIVOR A book by Cora Schwartz Chapter 1 Rudy insisted on calling our rented basement apartment his bunker even though I complained it was depressing me. Except for the little, ground-level window over our bed, we were cut off from the outside world. He said […]
After being stood up on my first real date I didn’t think much about boys until Terry, the fast girl in our clique announced her brother was home from the Navy. Terry lived in an apartment on Morris Avenue with just her father. She was the only one in our group of fifteen year-olds who […]
(dedicated to my father, a victim of the 1909 polio epidemic) I watched my father limp through life. He was one of the first victims of the infantile paralysis epidemic of l909. Day after day from our stoop in the Bronx, I watched him move down the hill on East l84th Street. His body swayed […]
(dedicated to my late husband, a Holocaust Survivor) Rudy whistles the tune with no melody, the one he learned long ago from the Naxi soldier who also strolled up and down the aisles. Rudy looks like he has all the time in the world as he throws his head back and exhales cigarette smoke into […]