Category: Short Stories

When we were living in Chicago, I was going to a school right across the street from the apartment house we lived in at that time.  This convenience gave me time in the morning to get through my wash-up, dressing and breakfast without strain. I was in either the third […]

There it was, trapped on a shelf full of fat, self important volumes that were too disdainful to give an inch. The sight of the pathetically small, thin, opuscule should have given pause to any person who had even the slightest feeling of shame for the plight of the underdog. […]

Looking back on my remembered life seems to indicate that my Creative Self began at an early age. The earliest I can remember of this “self” was while we lived in Chicago and I went through life from six to ten years old. My father started working for Carson Pierre, […]

When we came back from Chicago in 1930 I was enrolled in 6th Grade at Cheltenham School. I found it difficult to make friends in a class that had been surging towards graduation to Junior High School with all the same classmates from Grade I. Besides, I was very shy […]

Love started from the beginning. My Mother gave it to me every time she held or touched me. Her way of showing love changed as I grew older, but it was still under the same category. The little kindergarten girls were always giggling every time they looked at us guys. […]

Life is just as story told to children to keep them happy until they grow up. They, the children, know that there is a beginning to life, even though they can’t remember that there is. Examples of beginning are all around when they hear the babies cooing and/or crying as […]

Maybe it was not the “greatest” lesson, at least it was a “great” lesson. I learned, to my great satisfaction, that I could compete in college with those, young, smart, dedicated students when I returned to Denver University, School of Commerce. There I was, usually the oldest one in my […]

Being sent to Rabbi Block’s Yeshiva when I was ten years old was a devastating time in my life. It wasn’t that going to a Hebrew School that bothered me, but I found out that at Block’s Yeshiva, the instructions and learning was carried out in Yiddish, a language I have […]

Once upon a time there was this man Who fasten on my lapels And desperately spewed out his tale; Would not let go until his story began: I am  sitting in fear and trembling In the ante-room of Hell. Bewildered.  How did I arrive at this fearful place? What brought […]

There maybe something within me that wants to come out, but I’m not sure of my capabilities or my interest in that mode of expression. I have written for some classes in “writing” in the past, but never with the notion of not using time to think. I always needed […]