Stanley M. Siegel

...because if you don't write it down, it will be lost forever.

                      

Penrod climbed upon a barrel, stood on tiptoe,
grasped the rim of the box; then, using a knot-hole
as a stirrup, threw one leg over the top, drew himself
up, and dropped within.

 Standing upon the packed sawdust, he was just tall enough to see over the top.

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Why Penrod? All I can remember -- about books from my childhood -- is that Booth Tarkington's "Penrod" series were books that I read over and over again.

I don't really remember the stories, don't remember if Penrod was a childhood idol.

I do remember, however, that I liked the books and they, along with another "magic orange filter" book which I received when I had the measles, are high on my lis of rememberances.

Go figure!

 

 

BIRTH...

July, 10, 1932 -- Brooklyn Maternity Hospital (it's not there anymore). Time? Other Details? Gone from memory, lost forever (darn it).

Next (or first memory)-- I was about 3, as the remaining flashback remembers, and in my mother's arms (more about her later) I was whisked from our apartment on 63rd Street (I think) with my father (more about him later) trying to block my mother's departure.

Next memory (hardly vivid) --

Then, being the only child of a single mom, we lived with my grandparents -- Abraham and Celia Cohen (photo on the right).

 

They were the parents of my mother, her two sisters, Gertie (Gertrude), Ruth, and brother Hy (Herman) -- my aunts and uncle.

I do remember, for a short time that Uncle Hy lived with us -- I guess Gert and Ruth were married then -- to Bernie (Bernard) and Sid (Sidney), respectively. Each aunt and uncle had children too -- my cousins: Richard, Kenny, and Joan; Fred and Robert. Uncle Hy soon married another Ruth and two more cousins "joined" the family -- Ronnie and Judy.

More "Cohen" details (albeit few and far between) at Family.

 more to come...

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