1956–
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Category Archives: Autobiography
The Spouse
The spouse needs to feel connected and caring at the samee time that he needs to be on the road and interacting with others, especially males.
Too hot
We are not used to 90 degree weather anymore.
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Haunstetter
My mother’s mother was born a Haunstetter, the eldest of three children: Emilia, Louis and Anna. Louis and Anna emigrated to the U.S. in the early 1900. My mother was born in 1907 to a girl who was barely seventeen and had no more children. Anna never married and louis had one son, Norman, who was found ahot to death in the trunk of his car in his early thirties. My great grandfather also had a brother, Adam Haunsteetter, who dies in California about 1941. My mother and I arrived in 1949, but did not stay in California for long. We left for Chile in 1954 and were back in the U.S. within the year.
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Gestalt
I wonder if the personification of the immaterial, as well as idolatry, is a consequence of the disregard for the person. Or perhaps the distinction between spirit and body prevents the whole person from being perceived. German has an interesting word, “Gestalt.” I think it was used to define a kind of psychological perspective. But, in everyday use, it refers to something more substantial, an entity as it is perceived. “Gestell,” refers to structure and/or posture. What in English might be called body language. In either case it is a unified whole composed of components that are visually perceived.
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Josh and Milo
To take up residence on Canal Road.
Seton Hill College in Greensburg, PA
Columbia Hospital for Women
The place where I thought I’d die 57 years ago today. Her father asked what time our daughter was born and I could not tell him. Because after a day and a half on the maternity floor without food or water, I was near delirious and they put me under anesthesia to deliver the baby. When I woke several hours later, she was in the nursery and very pink and bald.
At least, when they brought me a tan baby with dark hair in the middle of the night, I was able to tell them that was the wrong one. The nurse checked the wrist bands and took the bundle away. Then they would not let me leave the hospital until I had evacuated my bowls. So, I spent about a week in the Columbia Hospital for Women, which is now a condominium.
How does imitation turn into envy?
Imitation is obviously a natural behavior that promotes the acquisition of ptactical information and promotes social cohesion.
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X-mas ’49 on West 39th Street
The grass my uncle would not let me cut has all been concreted over and the vacant garden lot on the west side has a big building.