Last week I continued to write about the Krasner brothers’ World War II military service. I still want to go through my photo archives and dig out some of my father’s aerial photographs. And, as it turns out, I do not have his army jacket. I have his army shirt.
I’m also continuing to work on Week 1’s “Black Taffeta” about my great-grandmother Bryna. I want to get “closer in” to her and not just provide names and dates.
Over the weekend, I wrote about Sunday afternoon family visits for Week 4. As always, these explorations dredge up sensory images, food memories, and stories. I have only begun to scratch the surface. I appreciate that these weekly snapshots allow me to engage more deeply with siblings and cousins to unearth additional memories and stories.
But now I’m coming up to Week 5 and I haven’t a clue what to write about. This thought crossed my mind last night as I ran photo images through my brain while trying to sleep. My grandfather’s house popped into view. I’d already researched the physical house. Now I can write about celebrating the Jewish holidays there, the time I spent there with a wounded knee while the rest of my family went to the New York World’s Fair, and how we’d stop there–one block away from our own house–on our way home from shopping “up the Pike”–the intersection of Kearny Avenue, Ridge Road, and the Belleville Turnpike, the home of several Jewish businesses that included the dress shops, children’s clothing, men’s clothing, shoes, and the five-and-ten.