Every door in the house was fitted with wobbly crystal doorknobs. My brother and I would sleep in the small bedroom off the kitchen—the very room our mom shared with her own brother growing up in the north side of Chicago.
I can picture myself reaching way down into Grandma’s frost-filled chest freezer for the ever-present box of Eskimo Pies.
Her well-stocked pantry and doily-covered tabletops contained loads of delectable treats I was often denied at home: .
This was the 1960s, long before big-box stores came on the scene.
Another fond memory is the end-of-year concert held at the kindergarten.
I was chosen to play the role of Jack in the play, 'Jack and the Beanstalk', and I became a celebrity overnight receiving lots of compliments for my performance.
Still, there are significant moments in our lives that maintain their place in our memory, based on their importance and their contribution to our lives.
My life was forever impacted on a Summer day when my father and I had a fishing trip planned.
I remember Passover dinners with a million Jewish relatives in the basement of some wizened old uncle’s apartment building. There are no rules: Jot your thoughts in snippets or write them out diary-style.
Other childhood memories recall the mysteries of new baby brothers coming on the scene, building a hideout among the branches of a fallen tree, and giving my best friend’s parakeet a ride down the stairs in her aqua Barbie convertible. As vivid as the moment seems at the time, memories fade. Either way, do your best to recall the sensory details that made the moment important, for it’s those little things that keep the memory alive.