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103. Original Poetry and Photography: Make Over

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I hope this is a crisper version, and integration of the original and first edit. I really hope. Thank you all so much, you taught me so much. Make Over (second rewrite 2/3/09) I have seen you in dreams. You are young and beautiful, sitting in a car, giggling with your date in front of your building, off Fifth, waiting for alternate side parking to end, having martinis that you brought down on a tray. I still grab at the moment, the one in my mind, where I can see you laughing, tossing the perfectly cut curls, white teeth surrounded … Continue reading →

9. Poetry: Needles

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The author’s grandparents Sophie and Sam Wasserman  original post 4/19/07 My dear Blogland denizens: Yesterday’s topic reminded me of my grandma Sophie who was born in Kiev, Russia, in 1893. In those days the borders changed every other week, so you could say she was born in Romania. The week that Kiev was in Romania. This poem is dedicated to her. She was not educated: the Tsar forbade girls from getting an education, probably because they were indentured to sew for the royals. Grandpa Sam (Wasserman b.1888 d.1949) sent for her and they married, and raised 4 girls in a … Continue reading →

7. Poetry: The Horrible End of Roseann Quinn

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original post 4/16/07 This morning Roseann Quinn popped into my head, another friend I failed to mention on my list of losses. Maybe it’s because the weather has been so lousy, raining in torrents. Or maybe the sky is still crying for Rosie. I do. Her sensational murder in 1973 led the way to Judith Rossner’s book, “Looking For Mr. Goodbar.” A movie followed after. I just remember Rosie’s laugh and humor, her post-polio limp, and her great sense of fun. Rest in Peace, sweet girl.     For Roseann Quinn ©2002 by the author, all rights reserved I can … Continue reading →

3. When You Lose Someone You Can’t Replace

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Some things in life cannot be explained. Or understood.  There are no words. Suzanne on a class trip 1977, photograph by the author original blog 4/2/07  This morning I uploaded this portrait of  my dear friend, Suzanne, to my album.  I took it  while studying black and white photography at The New School, in New York City. We were teachers at J.H.S. 47, the largest public (then oral) School For The Deaf in the country. We were part of a pioneer team that created a standardized form of Signed English for the school. We used American Sign Language as well, … Continue reading →