“I suppose I ought to describe my father, but it isn't easy. Sometimes over the years he seemed one thing and sometimes another. He was a good-looking man, strong and ruddy. When I was little he seemed tall to me,… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
My parents professed to believe in God, but I rarely heard his name mentioned unattached to 'damn' or 'sakes' or 'willing. — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
my mother insisted that I had to try things on to make sure they were becoming. Becoming what, I always asked. — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
If Grandma Goldman ever smiled, she must have done it in the bathroom with the door locked. She had been the undisputed head of… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
“Nobody's perfect,' my mother said. 'You'll have to learn to get along with him.' 'You can't learn to get along with him,' I said,… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
“Children should be seen and not heard,' my mother contributed grimly, ganging up on me. That was the worst part, having her join the… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
“He is not a pleasant person,' I said. 'I don't know what we need him for.' 'You'll just have to learn to get along… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
“I suppose I ought to describe my father, but it isn't easy. Sometimes over the years he seemed one thing and sometimes another. He… — Edith Konecky Copy Share Image
