Stories from the Soul – Monthly Newsletter

Volume 2, Issue 8 | August, 2022

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Women are the storytellers of the family. Our blog allows us to share our stories with people all over the world.

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Childhood Memories

An article in theWall Street Journal weekend edition of July 2-3, 2022, by Joseph Skibell titled “When the Prayers at School Aren’t Yours” triggered some memories of events that happened during my teen years. Growing up in Lubbock, Texas in the 1970s, Mr. Skibell writes: “There were only a handful of other Jews in our large school system and no other Jewish kids in my grade…I always felt like something exotic.” Already in first grade, he was faced by the fact that he was an “outsider.”

Tales of our Daddy

“Learn something today.” This is the first thing I think of when I think about my dad. Every day, as my siblings and I would leave for school, he would say these words. And the thing is, he meant it. Each night as we sat around the dining room table for dinner, it would go like this:

“So, Linda, what did you learn in school today?” We could never say, “Nothing.” It didn’t take long to learn that if you answered this way, he would ask, “What? You spent six hours in school and learned nothing?”

My Friend Bonnie

Sometimes you meet someone, and you like her very much. The feeling is an instinctual one; something about that person is pleasing. But have you put enough into that friendship? Have you given it your all? Have you truly gotten to know that person? That’s how I feel when I think of my friend Bonnie.

Bonnie and I met through a senior social group, Seniors United. I learned about the group through an organization called ReServe.

A Shopping Tale

I hate shopping.

My back and feet hurt;

big department stores with so many floors.

Young styles

misses styles

bright colors

muted shades.

Too much to choose

boggles the brain.