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At one time, my father invested heavily in weaving looms, which he sold at a profit. And dry goods, which ..

My father’s inventions were not restricted to spools, batteries, metal clasps, and burglar alarms. Oh, no. I ..

My father and I are the only members of our family unencumbered by university diplomas. Uncle Jack and Uncle ..

The first picture I ever saw of a naked woman wasn’t in National Geographic Magazine; it was on a calendar ..

Every letter that my father wrote … every unspoken remark before and after every raised eyebrow … every comment that ..

“Samuel Reuben, Jr., your father.” That’s how he signed many of the letters he wrote until my grandfather died. When ..

My father had a favorite phrase from the Bible: THE STONE THAT WAS REJECTED BECAME THE CHIEF CORNERSTONE. ..

The thick, black, inky strokes of a man who used a fountain pen long after the inventors of ballpoints assumed ..

Samuel Reuben. A solid series of consonants and vowels composing a solid-sounding name that looked strong and reliable on ..

When I was growing up, the Art Institute of Chicago had a real, honest-to-goodness treasure chest behind the central staircase ..

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