Bought a dictionary for our neighbor Robert Kreisler's birthday on the 13th. Sylvia's temperature was 100.2 at noon. She watches the exercises and laughs, saying it's funny.
I remember as a child being told that the Kreisler's were "refugees", and not knowing what that meant.
My father started a "diary" in 1945 (more accurately, a journal, covering both family and current events), and I'm going to see if this is a decent way to publish it. Since I'm doing it as a blog, to get to the beginning of the journal, you have to go to the beginning of the blog.
And we had "the Palastineans" living in an apartment on the sixth floor. Their kids were Gary and Mimi. The mother's name was Zita. What a strange name I remember thinking.
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