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.
Category Archives: Memories of the past
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.
The Gift
Her most-best things; that’s what she had said. How could I accept her “best things”
Memories of GG
There was also one rusty button pin with the image of a football and the deteriorating. faded remnants of blue and grey silk ribbons.
Carole J. Garrison 