Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Shout out to seniors and old ones like me

     I am really proud of the seniors (and elderly) who object to their over protective children who want to wrap them in bubble wrap and have the floors carpeted with pillows.  I heard of an elderly man who disabled the alarm system on his bed that notified his children when he got up.  This man liked to get up and climb out of a window for an evening adventure.   And I have heard of lots of elderly  women who walk around with a rollator and yet, their children are sure that they are not strong enough to manage outside a rehab center.
     And there are also children who worry that their parent is not strong enough to manage on his/her own and want the parent to get rid of  everything that is not nailed down.  Just keep a suitcase of clothes and a chair.  Never mind memories and especially never mind comforts.  We "old people" have to keep asserting our rights to be independent and thank our children for their support and caring and frequent visits.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

So Proud

     If this were a year ago, Edgar and I would have been in Times Square to see our son, Morris ring the opening bell for NASDAQ.  But, it's not, it's this year and as much as I would have wanted to be there, time and circumstances would not permit it.  But, my not being there does not, in any way, diminish the great pride and happiness that I feel, tinged by a little sadness.  Edgar would have been joyous. 
     I remember the first year Morris was at University of Wisconsin and was being interviewed on TV on the Big Ten network.  We were in Hawaii, and went to a Sports Bar, Giovanni Pastrami, across the street from our hotel on Lewers.  The help set up a TV at our table, and tuned in the Big Ten network for us.  Edgar ordered a Reubens with french fries, I had an iced tea.  And, after an interminably long introduction, the interview started.  We cheered, quietly we thought, when Morris was introduced, and answered the questions brilliantly.  Other patrons, watching real sporting events, came over and asked us what game was on and who we were cheering for.  "That's our son,"  we replied and half a dozen or so  asked to join us at the table and watch with us.  What fun!
     I'm sure that Times Square would have taken our glee in stride.  But we would probably have been dancing and cheering when he appeared in lights on the giant moving billboard on the crossroads of the world.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Old Hawaii

     Our first trip to Hawaii, 1990, opened our eyes to the beauty of this paradise.  Little did we realize that the environment and attitudes were ephemeral.  But we were lucky to be able to enjoy the true spirit of Aloha during all our 30+ trips.  We stayed at family owned and operated hotels and restaurants.  The lure of BIG BUCKS, at the expense of tourists, did not raise its ugly head until after our last trip (about 6 years ago).  The employees had been trained to think of the tourists as guests and, for the most part, that's the way we were treated.
     The term "Old Hawaii" was usually applied to the times right after WWII, when the Hawaiians became beach boys, dedicated to taking care of the rich white women and plying them with drinks and massages.  Their spare time jobs were surfing and escorting their women to beach side dinners.  But with the advent of the airplane, mainlanders could visit Hawaii in hours, rather than the weeks that were required on the cruise ships.  And, financially, airplane travel attracted the burgeoning middle class that had been excluded by the cruise ships.
     The burgeoning high rise building industry attracted the family-style entrepreneurs who used their own strength, children, other relatives, sweat, and ingenuity to erect their hotel/apartment buildings.  It  was all family and  employees considered themselves part of the family.  Then, as more and more tourists found these islands, the opportunity to make more and more money attracted big time  corporations and the families gave up personal control and oversight; enticed by the enormous sums of money.
     The neighborhood shops, owned and operated by family and family members lined the small side streets in and around Waikiki and a common sight included mothers and their children, enjoying a plate lunch.  T-shirts, shells, jewelry, towels, and other kinds of tourist mementos vied for attention and low price were the norm.  The Internatoal Marketplace, built around a very large banyon tree sprawled along several valuable blocks in Waikiki.  Tourists and locals alike shopped there and smiles and friendliness ruled.  But, and this is a big but, the prime real estate proved to be too much of a lure for the land owners.  Little by little, and then all at once, the small local shops disappeared and were replaced by typical shopping center stores.  Gone was the Hawaiian atmosphere and in its place were stores that existed in every mall all over the world.  Macy s, Kate Spade, Rolex, Banana Republic, Nike, Tiffany, and so forth.  No more fun to shop there.
     There were still strolling musicians, mimes, palm leaf hat makers, time-share sellers, and the like but those people exist all over.  The magic of Hawaii was lost to the large corporations, at least for me.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Jerome Coopersmith

Edgar and I watched the old original Hawaii Five-0 TV shows with regularity.  And we had our favorites, particularly the one with Helen Hayes.  And as we watched them in reruns, we realized that the ones we enjoyed the most were written by Jerome Coopersmith.  That got Edgar to musing and he thought that he had a class or two with Coopersmith at Penn.  As we paid more attention to the writer credits, we saw that Edgar's memory must have been correct.  On at least two occasions, a character in the story was named Edgar.  One of them was Edgar P.   

Monday, September 4, 2017


I have no formal training in diplomacy but as a mother and grandmother I have learned a few things.
My views on what to do with N Korea may be simple and pollyannish but - here they are.
I would congratulate their leader on the successful test of their nuclear underground test.  I would say, "congratulations on becoming a new member of the nuclear fraternity.  We all have an obligation to control our emotions and speech.  Whatever we say must never be able to be interpreted as a threat to use the tremendous destructive power that we now possess.  Let's talk!"

Sunday, July 9, 2017

My Emptiness

     I have been tryng to find the words that define the emptiness I feel. But my emotions translate to tears, sobs, and sobbing tears.  I cry and cry and cry at no particular time, for no apparent reason.  And, since June 12th when my darling husband passed away, my missing him has not diminished.
     My family has been supportive.  My friends have been supportive.  The friends of my children and grandchildren have all pitched in.  And for that I am grateful.  The thoughtfulness shown to me by strangers - the clerks at the grocery stores who always saw us when we shopped together; the public servant at the DMV who came out from her desk to give me a hug; a stranger at the synagogue who was celebrating her engagement and rubbed my back convinces me, now, more than ever, that almost everybody in the world is nice and there are just a few bad guys who ruin it for everybody.  I feel a little bit like Blanche DuBois who "relied on the kindness of strangers."
     I know, as time passes, my my loneliness and emptiness will diminish, but never leave.

Friday, September 9, 2016



     I'm trying to develop an exhaustive list of possibilities - why Trump won't release his tax returns.

His income is less than he claims.
His tax liability and bracket are much lower than expected.
His income and assets are sheltered or hidden in offshore accounts.
He is in partnership with unsavory characters.
He has made illegal contributions from his political accounts.
His investments are tanking.
His bankruptcies are more numerous than expected and involve more money than known.
His charity donations are small.