Category: nostalgia
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Floor, Please….
I lived in a building with one of these. It was old and dusty, its exterior unassuming, the interior suggestive of grander days, with its marble floors and winding staircase, high ceilings, and apartments with parquet floors. It was on a side street across from the Budapest Opera House, and…
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Peppers
I can’t see bell peppers without thinking of my mother. A tiny woman, fragile, loose-limbed, and notoriously accident-prone, she could find the single crack in a sidewalk over which a thousand people had stepped without falling, and lose her footing. Despite her delicate constitution, she had a sharp mind, wicked…
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Count on it….
(A commercial sometime in the not-too-distant future) Are you tired of technology? Of apps and programs that keep changing on you? Devices that are designed to become obsolete and infuriatingly expensive and difficult to use? Do you long for simpler times and tools you can understand and operate easily? Cars…
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Pan Fried
My parents had a cast iron skillet. It wasn’t very big, but many of the meals we had came out of it—eggs, burgers, chicken, steaks, fish, and grilled cheese sandwiches. The color of pitch, every surface of that pan was so slickly well-seasoned that nothing stuck to it. I have…
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Chock Full of Nuts
A recent viewing of the documentary, The Automat, launched me on a nostalgia tour through the New York City of my youth. I have ample memories of Horn and Hardart’s Automats in Manhattan, the excitement and pleasures of eating there, which I’ll talk about in a future post, but for…
