My Brooklyn Accent

I pulled this blog from my archives. You may have read it. I often think about how my dad would feel about this pandemic. Being a member of "The Greatest Generation," he would have accepted the inconveniences and disappointments and his big heart would have reached out to help those who are negatively affected financially by the pandemic.  I know he would. I try to emulate my dad, but to be honest, he's a tough act to follow. I think this blog is fitting to post again for Valentine's Day...it says a lot and maybe it will warm your heart....again. I often write stories about my dad. Once I start writing, his strong Brooklyn accent fills my ears and warm memories flood my heart. There are so many good stories, but there are a few favorites. Here’s one of them…. Growing up, Valentine’s Day was much more than a Hallmark Day at our house. My dad had a huge heart and sometimes I think this day was meant just for him. On this day, he paid special attention to my mom, the lov...

I like Facebook because I get to see old friends.  I'll be sixty-something in March so given that I was 6 in first grade, I'm talking about my grade school and high school friends from more than sixty years ago!  How did I find them?  I searched for some, others found me and a few popped up as "people you may know." How wonderful it is to connect with these women (all girl schools, you know) and share their lives through social media.  Some of them post school photos and we have fun eagerly looking for ourselves. Some share pictures and news of their kids and grandkids. Others post about their professions, retirements, beloved pets, hobbies, vacations, illnesses and recoveries.  It's heartwarming to see these beautiful old friends. (I'm often tempted to ask some of them what skincare cream they use!)  I see women in their sixties, but if I look a little deeper, I can still see the young girl faces that I knew so well. That's my favorite part. 

  Since this virus hit us last March, shopping for myself has gone way down. I'm not talking about necessities. I'm referring to things I don't need but love to buy; like more cosmetics, especially lipsticks.   This was good, I was saving money. The worry of Covid, wearing a mask and not being able to try on cosmetics in stores took the fun out of it.  So, like many of you, I looked online for products. Quicker than the speed of sound, these products and similar items would show up as Facebook ads. I was seduced and I ordered. Some worked out, others not so much.  This was not good, I was wasting money.   As pandemic progressed I developed a cost-saving and and even a spiritual mantra.... I don't need any of this stuff.   What I do need now is to appreciate what I have and keep it simple in many aspects of my life. For starters, I wear the same thing almost everyday. Black leggings, a warm long sleeve tank and a black sweater. (I have a few s...

I never appreciated the brown paper bags of my youth. First and foremost they were sturdy.  No handles on those babies. I had to hug that filled bag for dear life while walking from the neighborhood deli to my home. Those bags lived second lives from lunch sacks (didn't matter what size it was) to garbage pail liners. The best looking bags became my schoolbook covers.  Enter plastic bags. They said they would be better than paper and save trees. I know I was not alone in thinking plastic grocery bags were the greatest thing since sliced white bread. Well, just like white bread, they seemed to have caused more trouble than anyone ever imagined. So we're back to brown bags (and brown bread for that matter). Now it's paper bags, for a price. I'm not here to debate the cost, I'll accept it. But what I find difficult to understand is how can I can stand at a checkout counter with numerous items of various sizes and not be offered a bag. I know some people bring their own...