Third Grade in America

     My first American school experience was with a teacher who would definitely have been diagnosed as mentally ill today.  I was dumped into a third grade class the month after I arrived in Richmond, Virginia from Montevideo, Uruguay.  I might as well have been dropped down from Mars.  I was a pudgy, girl with dark,…

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The Banyan Tree

     I was born in Vienna, Austria, and I have always missed my family. Growing up in South America, I did have my parents with me, and I had a brother, an aunt and uncle, and a cousin, but I knew that I needed more than that. When I moved to the United States, and I…

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People Make the Difference

     The past is always elusive. Shakespeare said, “Thus memory doth make liars of us all.” I wanted my own reality check on my own past, a past that was over sixty years old. My four daughters wanted to come with me, and that was far beyond my wildest dreams. It takes two days to fly…

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My Dad

My dad had a great sense of humor, But he was not a happy man. My dad could deliver a joke perfectly, But it took a lot to make him laugh. My dad was intelligent and curious, But he had very little education. My dad did everything with competence, But he never felt that he…

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Mother-tongue

The language I use now is not my Mother-tongue. It is not the language I heard while lying in my Mother’s womb. It is not the language I learned to understand in the first year and a half of my life, while my family was living in terror, planning to flee their homeland, Austria, that…

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Learning to Adjust

     What I have learned in my life and how I have learned it are directly related to my self-concept. One essential facet of my self-concept is my association with the significant others in my formative years. “Significant others” includes family and groups to which I have belonged throughout my shifting life.      For instance, it is…

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