sometimes i wonder how many versions of myself i’ve outgrown without even noticing. i look back at old photos and remember the thoughts i used to carry, the dreams i thought would save me. it’s strange how you can live inside yourself every day and still not realize you’re evolving. it’s only when you look back that you realize how far you’ve come, how many lives you’ve already lived in the same skin.
“i asked chatgpt—“
okay well i asked the moon and she said you’re a fucking loser for that
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It's impressive how these flyers seem to be all in on the war--something that hasn't happened since WWII as far as I know. This is stuff I never would have looked for on my own, and I'm happy to be reading it. I love the photos too!
During WWII my father was a radar mechanic at the far end of the shuttle bombing, dubbed Operation Frantic, in which allied bombers left England to bomb Germany and German-held territory. But instead of having to fly all the way back to England, they could fly the re…
when I hear about virtually ANY WWII AAF guys, my standard questions are "What neighborhood in Brooklyn?" and "Which high school did he attend?"
if this sounds a tad blinkered (or even just single-minded), humor me. this is one way of saying that I'm not entirely sure why I'm asking, but I always ask. I seem to have a weirdly abiding interest in the histories and cultures of NYC high schools. I figure it's harmless enough.
and it's a great story. after the war, did other government agencies try t…
Great comment!
My father lived at 505 12th St. His father taught physics at Manuel Training High School (I think tht's the correct name)--including to I.I. Rabi (Nobel winner) and the pilot of the Enola Gay. His mother taught second grade somewhere in Brooklyn.
My father learned to drive probably at least a decade, maybe two before his mother learned to drive. (His father never drove.) I think my father's friend Sam Chavkin, onthe same base, was also from Brooklyn.
The Brooklyn thing led to a prob…
these are great stories. at that time, there were thousands of them in the NYC Board of Ed. in the fifties, when I was in elementary school, I had several genius teachers. this was especially true of my fifth-grade teacher, who made it his business to "deal with" my stammer and to involve me in projects with other kids to bring my grade in "Works and plays well with others" from an "Unsatisfactory" to an "Outstanding." these were absolutely brilliant, dedicated people, who were making enough as…
This is interesting. I don't know anything about my grandparents as teachers, but if they were anything like what you're describing, they must have been terrific. So I'm very grateful for your account, which with your permission I will forward to my siblings and my cousins.
based on what you've said about the teachers in your family (especially your mother, who was obviously very special as a teacher and a parent), your grandparents were the best of the old-time NYC teachers I'm talking about. that kind of integrity is ALWAYS generational, especially among teachers.
My mother grew up in Denver. They met at Harvard. My mother came from an amazing family. Her mother was probably the first female Coloradan to get a PhD. Unfortunately the MS took her down, and then out. Her brother--my mother's uncle--ran the Colorado democratic party for the first half of the last century--he gave the speech advocating ending prohibition at the '32 convention. But this guy, both a second and a third cousin, was probably the most amazing of all, outsideonline.com/outdo…
although there was another cousin, a woman--who became a major figure in Buffalo (If you can get into the obit pls copy and paste it in for me. I got into it once, and havne't been able to get into it again and I have no need to subscribe to the buffalo news
