Where I Come From (Another Poem Story) part one

My father, quiet, considered, funny enough

a man named Meyer, went to Cornell in 1924.

Graduated pre med with every intention of going

to Yale Medical School.  At his interview a man

named William Butler said this sentence:

The Jewish Quota is Full.  So my father moved

to New York City got an apartment and a research job.

A while later, after the Army (New Zealand Australia

Guinea Bisseau  some out of focus black and white

pictures) after he’d started some businesses,

one was wholesale candy and he loved candy, he went back

to the small town in Connecticut where he was born to take over his father’s

Men’s Clothing store.  Oscar Cohen’s.  His father was born

in Lithuania.  Maybe Vilna maybe not.  His mother from Bobpst,

in the Ukraine.  He married my mother, then decided, with his

college roommate Solly Stein, to buy a beach house together

for the summers.  A big green wooden duplex on top of a cement

sea wall right on the Jewish beach of Woodmont, Connecticut.

Adjacent to Italians.  Solly and his family were right next door.

Solly was an inventor.  He invented a machine that blew out hot air

on hands in public bathrooms.  He married an ambitious woman

named Elaine.  She dyed her hair white blonde, played golf, and

frequently mentioned her unchanging weight: 111 pounds exactly.

Her motto:  She did not eat desserts.  My mother dyed her hair

dark brown.  She referred to the color as Chestnut.  She was not

thin, did not play golf, and spent much of her time reading library books

on our screened in porch.  Mostly Jewish novels like Marjorie Morningstar.

She did not exercise ever.  The two women did not get along.

After a few years the Steins moved out.  Elaine told my mother

that our house was nowhere.  My mother said to us at dinner Good Riddance.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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