| | After posting here, I e-mailed yesterday's blog to my parents. I got two insightful replies.
From dad:
When I visit Chicago, and if there is time -- which there usually isn't -- I sometimes visit Albany Park, a neighborhood from which I moved in 1954. We had moved there about 10 years earlier.
I'll walk around looking at the apt. building in which I lived, the schools (public and Hebrew) I attended, the stores at which we shopped, the movie theaters I attended (they are all torn down now), the alleys in which we played.
And I'll remember the people I knew, wondering what happened to so many of them and knowing what happend to others. Anyway, I appreciate the feelings you're having as you prepare for the next chapter in your life.
Love,
Dad
PS: Funny, but I hadn't thought about Albany Park or its people for some time. It was a bittersweet exercise.
From mom:
I understand.
Changes like that were always hard for me, too.
When I first moved from Chicago I cried like a baby.
I felt better after seeing a poster in a Hallmark store -- a big flower -- and it said:
"Bloom where you are Planted."
mom
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