I need to give everyone who is reading this a little background on my interest in history and my research adventure. As a middle school student at Renbrook School I hated history. I thought it was boring. I remember challenging Mr. Reynolds in 6th grade. “Why do we have to learn about all this stuffContinue reading “The Reluctant Historian”
Category Archives: Memory
Way to Go, Mom!
Yesterday the State of Connecticut held its 35th Holocaust Remembrance Commemoration. My mother was the keynote speaker. Instead of writing about it, I’ll let mom speak for herself. The video of the entire ceremony is a little over an hour. Mom is speaking for about 20 minutes starting at the 32 minute mark. Spoiler alert:Continue reading “Way to Go, Mom!”
Tales from the Small World File
Last week I wrote about my conversation with Joanna Caplan after finding out about her show “Total Verrückt!” We ended up becoming Facebook friends so we could follow each other’s projects. Yesterday Joanna shared information about her friend, Nancy Winship-Milliken, who is a visual artist. She makes what she calls environmentally-responsive sculpture. Check out herContinue reading “Tales from the Small World File”
Thanks for the Memories
When my cousin got wind of my endeavor to write this book she emailed saying: Don’t forget the story about …(I’m leaving the details out here as they will come in the book). [Your mother] told me the story before she married your father. When I reminded her of it years later, she did notContinue reading “Thanks for the Memories”
The Doll’s Voice
After my mother’s second presentation at school, the English teacher, Jessica Lahey, asked if she planned on writing a book. Modest as ever my mom said “no.” Speaking publicly was hard enough. Writing was not a task she planned on. Then one of the teachers (honestly now I am not sure if it was JessicaContinue reading “The Doll’s Voice”
The Idea is Born
My mother graciously agreed to tell her story to my son’s 7th grade history class at Crossroads Academy. She is a holocaust survivor and her memories cover her war years as a German-Jewish child living in Amsterdam. She was only 5 when the war started. Two years later she returned to my children’s school andContinue reading “The Idea is Born”
K Heidi Fishman (Popje and Me) 