The power of one teacher’s observation changed my father’s life–and thus mine. Benny was a harum scarum young man in the 1940’s. The eldest child in a family of four with a dad who often wandered off, he was raised in a poor family supported by my grandmother’s job in the tool room at a local defense plant. The family took…
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Traveler's Tales: Budapest and a Shadow Book
A book shadowed me during a 2011 visit to Budapest. I’ve written about my visits to the Terror House and the Holocaust Memorial, but I want to talk about what made it all even more memorable–the book I was reading at the same time. Rick Steves‘ wonderful website has everything you need to visit Europe, including a section on recommended…
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Traveler’s Tales: Budapest and a Shadow Book
A book shadowed me during a 2011 visit to Budapest. I’ve written about my visits to the Terror House and the Holocaust Memorial, but I want to talk about what made it all even more memorable–the book I was reading at the same time. Rick Steves‘ wonderful website has everything you need to visit Europe, including a section on recommended…
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Traveler's Tales: Budapest's House of Terror
House of Terror–a deceptively mild looking office building on a beautiful boulevard. The black awning that hangs over the building has the letters cut out: TERROR. It looks odd, but it’s an odd place. Until I put up my camera to take a photo and through the lens finder, the sun shown through the letters throwing a shadow onto the…
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Traveler’s Tales: Budapest’s House of Terror
House of Terror–a deceptively mild looking office building on a beautiful boulevard. The black awning that hangs over the building has the letters cut out: TERROR. It looks odd, but it’s an odd place. Until I put up my camera to take a photo and through the lens finder, the sun shown through the letters throwing a shadow onto the…
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Traveler's Tales: Budapest
In 2011, I spent a week in Budapest meeting extended family. it was a splendid time of listening (to the Hungarian I don’t speak) and hearing stories. Our party included an able translator and amusing teenages for counterpoint. But I wasn’t just visiting Budapest, I also was reading Julie Orringer‘s The Invisible Bridge, a novel about Hungarian Jews in Budapest…
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