Showing Results 1 - 9 of 9
Public Access
Text
Gootie, my grandma, was a short, large-boned woman who made the kitchen her kingdom. She entered the living room only on special occasions—like Monday night to watch “I Love Lucy.” She had to think…
Contributor:
Max Apple
Places:
Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
1994
Subjects:
Categories:
Restricted
Text
Few children know the stories of their parents. During my childhood, I knew only that mine were an impossible match—which did not prevent my mother from spending day and night at my father’s bedside…
Contributor:
Susan Rubin Suleiman
Places:
Boston, United States of America
Date:
1996
Subjects:
Categories:
Public Access
Text
I was born, I have lived, and I have been made over. Is it not time to write my life’s story? I am just as much out of the way as if I were dead, for I am absolutely other than the person whose story…
Contributor:
Mary Antin
Places:
New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
Date:
1912
Subjects:
Categories:
Restricted
Text
At the time for words, father, my adonai, leave it in my hands, the
shame that I don’t feel, and assign to me the job of justification,
what they call history.
The fact is that every land has its…
Contributor:
Luisa Futoransky
Places:
Rome, Italy
Date:
1972
Subjects:
Categories:
Restricted
Text
I went to see to my sister in Berlin.
She wants me to consider moving in.
Her husband’s passed away now, a schlemiel,
He left her too much money in his will.
Her residence is filled with precious…
Contributor:
Georg Kreisler
Places:
Munich, West Germany (Munich, Germany)
Date:
1963
Subjects:
Categories:
Restricted
Text
He carried his camera and case into the dining room, and as he stood there for a moment, peering at the table through the twilight haze in the room, he breathed deeply of the familiar holiday odors…
Contributor:
Jo Sinclair
Places:
Date:
1946
Subjects:
Categories:
Public Access
Text
Dear Parents:
I hope my letter will ease your mind. You can now be reassured and send me one of the family to Charleston, South Carolina. This is the place to which, with God’s help, we will go after…
Contributor:
Rebecca Samuel
Places:
Petersburg, United States of America
Date:
ca. 1792
Subjects:
Categories:
Restricted
Text
How long did I wander in Caesarea,
That enchanting place where my heart had adored you.
—Racine, Bérénice, I, 4.
I was only a child of the peace, born into a strange postwar. How could I have…
Contributor:
Claude Gutman
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1981
Subjects:
Categories:
Restricted
Text
I have a lovely period photo, sepia coloured, with all the characters in a row, and their gentle trusting faces, photograph faces that nobody ever looks at now. They are the shifbrider, the ship…
Contributor:
Margo Glantz
Places:
Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1981