Tagged: family


Memory from José Rivera

I remember like it was yesterday when this young man from Poland was first introduced to me. OMG, he was so stiff that I thought he was about to crack and I wondered how my daughter would make out with this young man. I learned later that the stiffness was actually an overabundance of courtesy and respect for my role. I was blown away. He never lost that special respect for me as a father figure even long after we had attempted to measure each other which glasses of potato vodka.  


22 Years, 11 months

No words I try to put together sound right, but here are some words. I met Martin on February 17, 1995. He quickly became my best friend. At Vassar, I’d meet him on his campus patrol route to bring him a V8 Picante (which the later renamed “spicy hot” to both of our dissatisfactions. We’d go on runs to Price Chopper for snacks at 2AM after he got off shift. When I left Vassar, he visited me wherever I was, San Francisco that summer I lived there, or once he drove through a snowstorm to bring me Valentine’s Day flowers when I was in Albany. Many folks thought we were too young to get married, and they may well have...


Memories from Elizabeth Auld

In looking for pictures of Martin, Picasa’s “people” function showed me about 50 shots of him.  It was like watching him in person, the expressions changed from photo to photo, sometimes slightly.  It was a wonderful reminder of his many facets which I won’t try to en umerate here.   I’m pleased with the pictures I found but disappointed also: the best picture may not even exist although it must because the image is so clear in my head.  It must have been the time I met Martin, so during Marta’s year at Vassar.  They were in the middle of the kitchen in the house in Marlboro where Judy and I grew up.  Playful young people, they were passing or...