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Food was important not just as a means of survival, but also because, as Ma repeatedly told me, “it’s made with love that makes it taste so good.” As a toddler, perched on a chair, I watched each step…
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Ethel G. Hofman
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Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
2005
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I dragged my belongings over to Grandmother’s, my books, my music stand, and my violin. The table had already been set for me. Grandmother sat in the corner. I ate. We didn’t say a word. The door was…
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Isaac Babel
Places:
Odessa, Russian Empire (Odesa, Ukraine)
Date:
1915
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My mother often sent me shopping to 18th Avenue (not a far distance, but for a kid it was unfamiliar territory), the district of Middle Eastern groceries, whose shopkeepers were…
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Jack Marshall
Places:
El Cerrito, United States of America
Date:
2005