In early August, before moving to New York, before my brother left for freshman orientation at Dartmouth, we held a special farewell family dinner for him. We had all seen …
And then, glory hallelujah, my father got a job offer in New York City, a better management position with a company called Joy Manufacturing, whose name would be the butt …
I have lost so many photos over the years. Too many moves, too little interest in preserving the past. The boxes upon boxes of family snaps, the little albums of …
The house in Allentown is another I return to often in dreams and memories. Not all of it, because I’ve forgotten the look of the main rooms, but downstairs was …
My dad was a company man, which meant he expected to be with the same firm, Ingersoll Rand, from recruitment through retirement. That is not how it turned out, but …
Before we leave Mountain Lakes—as we must, because my father was transferred to Allentown, PA, around 1960—I offer up some random snapshots of that blissful little town. Written snapshots because …
If I plumb the fault lines of memory, tune into the timbre of remembered conversations, I can still hear Grandma P’s folksy Midwestern voice: “Well, sho’ enough!” she might say, …
Aside from the Dickermans, my parents’ other posh friends were the Troys, Barbara and Horace, who also lived in one of the grand three-story houses, theirs right across from the …
The first meal I remember cooking for any member of my family was cornflakes with water and pepper (not even freshly ground pepper!), mixed together on the “burner” of my …
Looking back across a chasm of more than six decades, trying to remember myself as a child, I suspect I may have been a handful. I know I had a …
