Memories of the past – Carole J. Garrison

An Excerpt from Maxwell Street

Our future, our hopes and yes, our survival, may rest with these youngsters. If they can’t rise to their full potential because of antiquated barriers, prejudice, and ignorance, we are lost.

Journal Entry: Work Smarter, Not Harder

Thirty years later, Meng is a millionaire—self-made and proud. Every time we see each other, he reminds me that he works smart, not hard, and that he learned to do that from me.

Journeys End

My mother, GG, was dead at ninety-nine years of age. She was on her last journey and it was okay.

“Like her name, so is she . . .”

I convinced a family friend who belonged to a rather unorthodox Jewish congregation to name her in his temple for two of the women I loved best in this world.

Finding My Roots

“I could feel the tracks on my cheeks burned into my memory from the tears I had shed in Sokolka.”

The Fire

“Words did not matter. We were celebrating life, we were celebrating community, and trust abounded.”

Mandelbrot, Mushy Meatloaf and WWII War Effort Recipes

The pandemic has made cooks of many of us. We’ve become shut-ins looking for a tasty treat to brighten the day. So here is to us. Share it, enjoy it, and remember GG. I do.