Author Archives: Leora Freedman

Chic…by Leora Freedman

Evan Feuerstein met Chic in the 1960’s, while they were both working at Slide O’Chrome, a top New York professional photographic lab.  Chic’s full name was Charles M. Chic.  A few years earlier he’d been drafted into the US Army, … Continue reading

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They Were All Holy and Pure…by Leora Freedman

When he was a teenager in 1912, Grandpa Manny left his shtetl of Stepin in Ukraine and sailed alone on the Lusitania to New York.  Eventually he brought over his parents and sisters, but then there was a quarrel and … Continue reading

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The Best Herring…by Leora Freedman

Tsirel Charlop of Brest-Litovsk was tall, dark, and held herself like the Spanish-Jewish aristocracy of her ancestors.  They were descended from the Jewish exilarchs of ancient Babylonia.  Tsirel was intelligent and freethinking, but as a rabbi’s daughter in the late … Continue reading

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Edwin’s Girl…by Leora Freedman

In 1923, Joseph Baum sent his son Edwin to Palestine for a year after Edwin graduated high school.  In those days, lots of New York kids skipped grades and graduated young. Edwin was only sixteen.  Joseph himself had dreamed of … Continue reading

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The Price of Redemption….by Leora Freedman

At eighteen, Evan Feuerstein imagined himself becoming a traveling bard, a poet who would know a whole poetic tradition by heart.  He would be both vessel and essence of this tradition.  When his parents sent him to the new country … Continue reading

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Opening Myth…by Leora Freedman

In the early twentieth century, Evan’s grandfather started a family tradition of sending teenagers to the Land of Israel. The summer Evan was sent there, he photographed two Jewish children who had fled North Africa, a little boy and girl … Continue reading

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Creating from the Bones of a Photograph What the Mind Saw…by Leora Freedman

Evan’s utopian community in the interior of British Columbia attracted a collection of fierce individualists. Each member had a unique vision of the ideal society, which made it hard to cooperate.  Evan’s girlfriend Joannie wanted an ever-expanding farm, a scientific … Continue reading

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The Stream of Time…by Leora Freedman

Back in the 1960s, Fourth Avenue in Vancouver was home to many hippies.  They wanted to enjoy life, absorb the look and feel of things.  As Thoreau said, life should be real, and you should “keep your accounts on your … Continue reading

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Who Knows Best? by Leora Freedman

Who Knows Best?…by Leora Freedman Count Perkosky and his wife Amelia were descended from Polish nobility.  At one time, they owned a vast system of estates in Poland; whole villages were filled with people working for them.  The Perkoskys were … Continue reading

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The Passover Box…by Leora Freedman

Back when Evan and Joannie were homesteading on the flat along the Prophet River, Flora would mail them a large carton from Macy’s each Passover, filled with matzah, macaroons, dried mangos and papaya, and anything else she thought would be … Continue reading

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