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JES Memoir 1 (The World Is Sutter Avenue/ 1)
The World is Sutter Avenue (1 of 4) Sutter Avenue was my world; and many events in 1927 are easily recalled. I didn’t know north from south, whether I lived on the east side of the stree or the west....
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Sutter Avenue Memoir (2 of 4) During the summer days, these giant collectors were stripped to the waist, and we saw their sunburned arms with the rippling muscles with each movement, bulging and...
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Sutter Avenue Memoir (3 of 4) Both the candy store and the drug stores were gold mines, our treasure troves; both had public telephone booths, (hardly anyone I knew had a private telephone), and we...
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Sutter Avenue Memoir (4 of 4) I saw Lindbergh in a parade and also in the newsreel movies. He wore the leather flight jacket, billowing britches, high army boots laced up to the knees, and seated on...
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JES Memoir 5 (Uncle Phillip 1)
My Uncle Phillip was a strong muscular man. His work was that of a roofer and sheetmetal worker, almost always out of doors. I remember that he was dark complected, bald and smiling. His friends and...
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JES Memoir 5 (Uncle Phillip 2)
Uncle Meyer was not bronzed; he was sallow looking in fact. Maybe this was because Meyer was a cabinet maker and work in a shop that was in the lower level of a large tenement building on Stone and...
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JES Memoir 6 (Uncle Phillip 3)
Perhaps the strongest memory I have of Uncle Phillip was when he came to us one day. He walked into the kitchen, just off the hall corridor. A mouse stood poised, maybe a second, but it seemed longer....
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Letter about Blatt’s Farm (Lou’s Memoir 1)
Woodridge is as clear as a bell with me and would fill many many pages. Blatt’s Farm was our abode all summer until about 1941. my father came up every saturday nite and went home very early monday...
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JES Memoir 7 (Weavers of Broome Street 1)
The Weavers of Broome Street “What are you doing after school tomorrow, Jakie?” The question was laden with an assignment for me to do something for Poppa, and I would comply. “What do you...
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JES Memoir 8 (Broome Street 2)
Suddenly, into the darkness, we became a subway train. Feeble lights along the wall of the tunnel and a single headlight beam were all that was visible, shining on the two glistening tracks ahead. In a...
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