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I was born, I have lived, and I have been made over. Is it not time to write my life’s story? I am just as much out of the way as if I were dead, for I am absolutely other than the person whose story…
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Mary Antin
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New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
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1912
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Sheyndele:Mother-in-law . . . I want you to know what all of us in this household really feel. You’re getting old. It’s time for you to take a rest. And besides, frankly, you hold the entire estate…
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Jacob Gordin
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New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
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1898
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Lizzie Black Kander
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Milwaukee, United States of America
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1901
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Worn and torn by many fingers
It stands on the bedroom dresser,
Resting back against its single cardboard buttress,
(There were two)
The gilt clasp that bound it, loose and broken,
The beautiful…
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Alter Brody
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1918
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Most of the immigrants came from Italy and Eastern Europe. They were taken in launches to Ellis Island. There, in a curiously ornate human warehouse of red brick and gray stone, they were tagged…
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E. L. Doctorow
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New Rochelle, United States of America
Date:
1975
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But what does Padre Dávalos know about what I feel for Jacobo? I wasn’t going to go and listen to him speak against the Jews. He hates the Jews because Marcos paid no attention whatever to him. When…
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Isaac Goldemberg
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New York, United States of America
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1976
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The funeral of the lady put Buenos Aires into suspended animation. Past and future were linked by the deterioration of some buildings and the addition of a few new ones that never went beyond the…
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Mario Szichman
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New York, United States of America
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1981
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Grandfather scurries from cupboard to cupboard in his black coat; he looks in every corner, checking for bread crumbs in my treasure drawer, under my crystals and shells. He rummages through…
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György Konrád
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1982
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Superimposed upon my face in the mirror is my mother’s. I am about to comb my hair, but here she is, brushing hers, her thick, wavy, white hair.
We quarrelled about hair.
“D…
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E. M. Broner
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New York, United States of America
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1995
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I won’t be around forever, Mother said.
One day I’m going to die, so I might
as well nag you a little bit more,
while I have the chance. And when
I’m dead you’ll have to rely on someone else
to tell…
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Hal Sirowitz
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1995