Week 19 asks about what we hung onto in our past and what we hang onto now. An immediate image emerged in my mind’s eye: a teddy bear pin with googly eyes that a neighbor gave me for my fifth birthday in 1962. Even though its brown belly fell off one day, I still keep it in my jewelry box. It has no real monetary value. But it’s cute and fun and brings me back to our Clinton Avenue Camelot of the Sixties when the street’s kids, mostly Jewish, played kickball in the street until dark, collected lightning bugs in Mason jars, spit watermelon pits everywhere, and gave theater productions organized by the neighbor who gave me the pin. It was a time when our families were intact, and the future offered so many possibilities.