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Michael Gorodezky
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First House
First House Ann Arbor, Michigan - 1973 Despite our austere financial circumstances, I would go to
the corner coffee shop as others might visit a bar.   Instead of an upholstered polished bar, there
was shiny chrome strip around a Formica surface .   20 stoo...
First House
First House
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Hazel Newton
Woodrow Wilson High School had four Grecian columns at the entrance. Over the columns were written 4 important words.  I am sure they were good words.   I was not inspired.  I walked   2.5 miles from home to school and back every day.  I could have taken a ...
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1955
1955 - The public health nurse came to our living room and sat on
the green couch.   One cushion had a
dramatic cigarette burn where mom had dropped a cigarette.   We moved the ashtrays and   the big silver lighter from the coffee table. The
nurse brought a...
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A new friend
I stood at attention in the General’s office. You
can imagine the scene. I know I’ve seen movies like this. There were four of
us. One armless man, one with no legs, a man in a wheelchair.   And then there was me.   I was 25 years old, in perfect health wit...
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First House
First House Despite our austere financial circumstances, I would go to
the corner coffee shop as others might visit a bar.   Instead of an upholstered polished bar, there
was shiny chrome strip   around Formica.   The counter was ringed by 20
stools and the...
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Laura
Sarah was what we called seriously pregnant.   She was sitting on our thrift shop sofa in
our Berkeley apartment. “Come sit by me” I sat on the couch collapsing the middle cushion. Sarah
immediately tilted and started to fall on me. We laughed. I had just c...
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The Rifle
--> I was the little brother. My
sister, Elaine, 16, called me Mikey. We loved each other.   To me Elaine seemed so very old. Our 1950’s
family treated me as a little prince but Elaine was not raised as a
princess.   Despite the unequal
treatment, Elaine ne...
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The Rifle
I was the little brother. My
sister, Elaine, 16, called me Mikey. We loved each other.   To me Elaine seemed so very old. Our 1950’s
family treated me as a little prince but Elaine was not raised as a
princess.   Despite the unequal
treatment, Elaine never ...
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