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Iconoclasm…here we come

Question: What, exactly, was my father? Answer: He was the personification of his favorite word, which he both used and misused with equal delight. First, last, and always, ... read more...


Who knew what "covet" meant anyway?

One thing I always liked most about having been brought up in a conservative Jewish home, was that the religious services I was forced to attend were conducted in Hebrew. Ther... read more...


And bring all of your manuscripts with you

It was infinitely possible for me to leave home and become an adventuress, because I was so secure in the knowledge that my father would always be there for me, would always l... read more...


I am standing behind you to prevent starvation!

AUTHOR NOTE: I don’t know how I happened to get a hold of this next letter, but I’m grateful that it landed up among those I got from my father, even though it was written to ... read more...


What a piece of work is man!

My father and I are the only members of our family unencumbered by a college education. Clearly, the lack of a diploma did Samuel Reuben no harm. November 29, 1970 Dear ... read more...


Lord Chesterfield’s Letter’s to Sam’s Daughter

My sister Selma tells a wonderful story about the profound, lengthy and beautifully philosophical letters that our father sent her when she was attending the University of Mic... read more...


Father daughter talks

When I was at the University of Missouri for an ill-fated attempt at finishing college, I bought a Honda 50 motorcycle. It was key-started, cute, red, reliable, and could go u... read more...


How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood

When I lived in New York City, I was so eager to get letters from home that I tore open the envelopes at my mailbox. I lived on the sixth-floor of a walk-up, and as I read pag... read more...


Ivanhoe

Other children, I am told, are brought up listening to stories about Cats in Hats or animals named Piglet and Phooh. Not so Samuel Reuben’s children. Neither at home nor in hi... read more...


My Father’s Koochen – In the oven … at last!

I rushed downstairs. On the kitchen counter, I saw: • A cutting-board • A rolling pin • Melted butter • Flour. In a glass bowl near the sink, I saw: • Dry cottage... read more...


My Father’s Koochen – Setting the Stage

Two or three times a year, at no particular day, month or season, my father would get an irresistible urge to bake koochen. This need was akin to salmon swimming upstream or g... read more...


He who has a thousand friends

The ways in which my father would spontaneously arrange words into oddly juxtapositioned concepts and sentences was a talent of which I stand in awe, and will always be immode... read more...


There’s No Place Like Home

For Samuel Reuben, words were like pebbles in a colorful and carefully assembled rock collection, with an occasional semi-precious stone or diamond tossed in. April 29, 19... read more...


Letter from The War Department

My father, Samuel Reuben, was part of the War Effort during World War II. His Blinker Training Machine helped to save lives and keep our nation free. I have a war time le... read more...


The parrot and the tiger

There was a narrow closet in my parents’ bedroom in the big house in Glencoe; in that closet were stacks of crisply laundered shirts fresh from the dry cleaner. Each shirt was... read more...



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