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Re: Tell us about Journals
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Thanks. You jogged a memory of my my first funeral experience:
My Aunt took me shopping in Manhattan; subways and double-decker busses. That was heady stuff for this eight-year-old. But the next thing I know; we enter this pretty Brownstone and I'm staring into the open casket of Billie Holiday!
I remember she had this extremely red lipstick on and she was a dead lady. On the bus ride back home, I understood that the song my Aunt Sadye was singing - God Bless The Child - was the same as the one on the record player at her house and was by the lady in the casket.
My Uncle died that summer and you couldn't get me into that funeral parlor for nothing in the world. You see, my Aunt didn't tell anyone where she was 'really' going that day; and she didn't prepare me for all that. I was still traumatized when Uncle Moe dropped from a heart attack at the Idlewild International Airport. (I still sometimes call JFK International Airport by it's original name).
I guess, as I preview this post, this is the stuff of Journals! Wow!
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