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It was an Arranged Marriage

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Day 11: Kimbark Chronicles Overview

Coming home from school was a bit of an adventure.  Kenwood School was on Dorchester Avenue on the South Side of Chicago.  The best part of walking home was going by St Paul’s Episcopal Church where I was in the … Continue reading

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Day 10: Kimbark Chronicles, The Dining Room

Dining Room 1940s The Dining Room The dining room was the hub of activity for our house. Big dinners were everyday occurrences. By this time Ted and Jean Bloch had arrived to stay two weeks–that was a month ago.  Jean … Continue reading

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Day 5: Fragments Flying in the Wind

Oh, it has fallen right in that pile of wet leaves. It’s fragments of some old paper. Maybe tissue paper. Whose is it? Wait, it is a letter from Christmas past. No, that is not possible. Pasts don’t write letters. … Continue reading

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Day 3 Mood Indigo

“You ain’t been blue” is how it starts.  I recall as a teenager playing that record (a disk with grooves that when encountered with a special needle produced sound) over and over again.  I would dance and dance around the … Continue reading

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Kimbark Chronicles: The Family Expands

The Family Expands “Tommy, Mother has gone to the hospital.  Soon we will have a new baby in the family.  Maybe even tonight.” “I hope it is a boy.” said my five-year old brother, Tommy.  “Someone I can play ball … Continue reading

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Kimbark Chronicles: Second Floor

Kimbark Chronicles: Second Floor Mother and I continued up the backstairs till they joined the front stairs to show Gof his room. “We have two telephones.” I boasted proudly.  “The first phone was in that funny room with the back … Continue reading

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Kimbark Chronicles: Relatively speaking

Relatively Speaking My uncle, Gof, lived with my family in Chicago for a couple of years. He was tall, fit and walked with a hop to his step. I was glad he lived with us. He was not one of … Continue reading

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Kimbark Chronicles: Introduction

Just after World War II my parents purchased a large home on Kimbark Avenue on the South Side of Chicago. Our family was in transition as my Mother, my brother and I had lived with grandparents in Pennsylvania while was … Continue reading

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Homecoming Delight

“Today is the day that Daddy will be back with us.” my mother announced. “Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Will he wear his white straw hat with the black ribbon like when he worked in the bank in Chicago?” I asked. … Continue reading

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