It must be about fifteen years ago now that Chimpton told me of an event in her life which was very upsetting to her and her family. I wanted to tell her that I understood entirely how she felt but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to face up to an event in my own life. To this day I have never told her of the story I am about to tell you all now. My dad took his own life when I was around twelve years old. I was upset but I was probably still too young to face the enormity of his actions. I am sure it was traumatic for my mom but she never let me see how upset she was. Looking back today with adult eyes, I guess she had to be there for me and my brother and show us how strong she was even if underneath the veneer she was no such thing.
Ihave had so much time on my hands this past couple of weeks and been pretty bored sitting around the apartment. I thought I would reclaim my spot at the beginning of the month where I normally post. While I was recovering from Covid-19, I have been thinking about growing up and how I used to love to play Basketball. I was never any good at it but we had this coach who would fill me with confidence. He could never stop praising me and telling me that if I put in the work then I could make the big time. I never believed him because everyone was so much better than I was but I had a tiny, little hope at the back of my mind that perhaps he saw something in me that no one else did. His name was Coach Sandborn and he had coached all over which also gave me some hope.
Iconfess it is a little late in the month for my Hizzouse but I can offer explanation in the way of this post. It started with my breathing getting laboured to the point I was lying in bed and it actually hurt to breath in and once this arduous task had been completed I couldn’t wait to breath out again. Next thing you know I had a fever and a really dry cough that was pretty persistent. By this time even my addled brain was beginning to guess at a reason for my ailments. I Googled it and discovered that they were doing “in car” tests just a few blocks away from my apartment. I jumped in the car trying to avoid anyone while making the short but painful journey to the carpark. There was a pretty impressive queue forming so I figured that if I didn’t have it then there was less chance of me catching it in my car than if I went to the ER. So in the queue I sat.
Last week saw the seventy-fifth International Holocaust Remembrance Day and I celebrated it – if that is the word – by watching The Holocaust in Colour, a documentary using old black and white film that has been colourized. It brought back memories of a story I heard in my youth from my mother about a woman called Hanni Bienenfeld who managed to survive Nazi occupied Europe in an unusual way. The Holocaust in Colour featured the story of a Jewish woman in Germany who survived by hiding in plain sight. She did not look Jewish and she had blonde hair which very few Jewish people have. Hanni was the same except she was born in Hungary where she worked and lived with a non-Jewish family who ran a bakery.
Hi folks, hope you all had a great Christmas and an amazing New Year, maybe some of you even had a Happy Hanukkah. For those of you who do not know, I am Jewish and was brought up in a pretty average Jewish family. Most Jewish people do not celebrate Christmas but we don’t have anything against those who do – except for one thing. You close all the shops so there is nothing for us to do. In New York pretty much the only things that are open on Christmas day are Chinese restaurants and movie theatres. Growing up I ate a lot of Chinese food and watched the odd movie over Christmas. Personally I would not have a Christmas tree up at home (I am lazy, not for religious reasons) but I do because Natalie, my roommate, insists on it – she is not Jewish.
Iknow Davidd says that Jammy Toast doesn’t do politics and so I run the risk of having this turned down for posting – again – but I think I should send it anyway. Besides, it is only political in that I am accusing them of all being as bad as each other. In fact, I am of the political ideology that says, “The desire to become a politician should be enough to ban you from ever becoming one.” Every politician I have ever heard always climbs on their soap box and tells you what they can do for the world. How they are going to make it better and if they get into office you will want for nothing. What a lying bunch of inbred bastards. Why would anyone want to become a politician when they can earn much more money working in the real world? Answer; they have found a way to cheat their way into earning even more through backhanders and under the table, that is how. Let me tell you what has brought me to this conclusion…
Growing up as a child my Mom was always overly-critical of everything I did. Nothing was ever good enough, according to her I was slap-dash and would never take care over anything I did. I guess looking back, she poured all of her hopes and desires into me because I was an only child. If I didn’t get things right then there was no one else to follow me. I think that is perhaps how she looked at things as far as her one and only, doted upon child was concerned. My Pop just went along for the ride. He was never that strong-willed where it came to Mom. Whatever she said basically went – especially where I was concerned.