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To paraphrase an old TV commercial, “I am not a doctor, but I play one on TV.” The first five years of my married life could be titled, “I was not in the Army but was married to an Army Chaplain.”
My husband, Captain Howard Graber, had enlisted in the US Army in 1957. In the spring of 1959, he was stationed in Frankfurt, Germany.
“Downy Ocean, hon” is about a three-hour drive from Baltimore. It was a tradition, and maybe still is, for many Marylanders. “Baltimorons” annually make the pilgrimage. That was not the case for my family. Although we liked going to the beach, we did not love Ocean City (apologies) since at the time, for us, it didn’t offer much to do. The exception was for theMaryland Trial Lawyers' Association meeting.
A woman of valor who can find? For her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband safely trusts in her, And he has no lack of gain. She does him good and not evil all the days of her life. Proverbs 31:10-31
How many of us have known a true woman of valor? My Aunt Selma was such a woman, and 14 years after her yahrzeit (anniversary of her death), it’s time to reflect on the eshet chayil I was privileged to know.
In my lifetime, I have had four last names. Perhaps you are wondering how this is possible. Well, here’s my story:
Berman
I was born a Berman. This seems like a pretty simple name. However, would you believe there were people who pronounced it “Beerman?” Why would they think that? Nobody called Cher “Cheer.” The first time this happened was in school when a teacher was calling the roll on our first day. When she said “Linda Beerman,” I didn’t even answer.
