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[ . . . ] Let us return to my maternal grandmother, Matte, of blessed memory. After she married off my late aunt Ulk, she was left penniless with the fatherless child my mother, may she live…
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Glikl bas Leyb Hamel
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Hamburg, Holy Roman Empire (Hamburg, Germany)
Date:
ca. 1719
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The bathroom looked as though some spiteful thug had left his calling card after having robbed the house. As my father was tended to and he was what counted, I would just as soon have nailed the door…
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Philip Roth
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1991
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“I have a partner for the Point St Charles business,” said Pa.
“A partner! Why a partner?” said Aunt Julia. “Why are you afraid to do anything by yourself? And who is this partner?”
“Henoch,” he told…
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Saul Bellow
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Chicago, United States of America
Date:
1992
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My father lived to be ninety-eight, and until the end of his life he never failed to introduce my sister and me with a grand gesture as his “two disappointments.” We were, very simply put, an…
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Ruth Gay
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1996
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After the war with Spain came another war. The postman, though, he stopped coming. Well, actually, he didn’t stop. What I mean is, he didn’t stop in. Papa always waited for him by the balcony, he’d be…
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Mauricio Rosencof
Places:
Montevideo, Uruguay
Date:
2000
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On the nights before Passover, Rosh Hashanah, and Yom Kippur, my mother would send me to the butcher with some birds to be slaughtered according to ritual so the meat would be kosher—that is, clean…
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Lázaro Liacho
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1943
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In a dream, in a night vision, while [I was] asleep upon [my] bed during my imprisonment, a voice called in my ears. The voice was the voice of Jacob, like the voice of my father, may his memory be…
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Abraham Yagel
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Venice, Republic of Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
1578
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My mother and I are out walking. I ask if she remembers the women in that building in the Bronx. “Of course,” she replies. I tell her I’ve always thought sexual rage was what made them so crazy.…
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Vivian Gornick
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1987
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Few children know the stories of their parents. During my childhood, I knew only that mine were an impossible match—which did not prevent my mother from spending day and night at my father’s bedside…
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Susan Rubin Suleiman
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Boston, United States of America
Date:
1996
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I remember the moment when it dawned on me that my father did not impress the world at large as a powerful figure. We were at a camera store on the Plaza—a faux-Andalusian shopping district that…
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Calvin Trillin
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1993