Gail Hirsch and I were friends at Park Synagogue way before we met up at Heights. She went to Roosevelt and I went to Monticello. She was a really nice girl; friendly and approachable.
Gail and I grew up across the street from each other. When the Plain Dealer ran the Cookie Club on the comics page years ago, I nominated her for Cookie Clubber of the week and our picture was in the paper. I think I still have my Cookie necklace somewhere in a box. We couldn't play in her house often because her brother Howard (the future rabbi) was practicing his cello. And we used to line up at the side door on Fridays and her mom would give us gribbenes (fried pieces of chicken fat) as a treat. Her dad was one of two who would always drive us to school in the morning. Funny what we remember about those times!
Gail and I used to go over English poetry together at her place. Her mom was a great cook, baker. Loved the nosherei we used to eat before we studied. We helped each other grow as students and lovers of literature. To this day, I appreciate how her questions helped me simplify some poems that seemed impossible to tackle on first reading. Thank you, Gail.
Her dad would drive us to CWRU a couple of days a week on the way to his grocery store in East Cleveland. I was grateful for this and felt less "out-of-it" as a townee, because Gail, Simmie Gharib, and Judith Cohen were also townees. Gail and I understood how it felt to have an older brother in school at the same time. "Diva"-ism simply did not exist for us at that time.
We went to orientation events & mixers together at Reserve & Case before the two schools merged. I'll never forget a Protestant minister who stated quite matter-of-factly, "Every social contact is a sexual contact," expecting us to be shocked. Gail and I just giggled throughout the evening. Hey, that was the '60's.
David Feldheim
Gail Hirsch and I were friends at Park Synagogue way before we met up at Heights. She went to Roosevelt and I went to Monticello. She was a really nice girl; friendly and approachable.
She died too young.
Stephanie Katz (Farley)
Gail and I grew up across the street from each other. When the Plain Dealer ran the Cookie Club on the comics page years ago, I nominated her for Cookie Clubber of the week and our picture was in the paper. I think I still have my Cookie necklace somewhere in a box. We couldn't play in her house often because her brother Howard (the future rabbi) was practicing his cello. And we used to line up at the side door on Fridays and her mom would give us gribbenes (fried pieces of chicken fat) as a treat. Her dad was one of two who would always drive us to school in the morning. Funny what we remember about those times!
Trudy Gottlieb (Lapin)
Gail and I used to go over English poetry together at her place. Her mom was a great cook, baker. Loved the nosherei we used to eat before we studied. We helped each other grow as students and lovers of literature. To this day, I appreciate how her questions helped me simplify some poems that seemed impossible to tackle on first reading. Thank you, Gail.
Her dad would drive us to CWRU a couple of days a week on the way to his grocery store in East Cleveland. I was grateful for this and felt less "out-of-it" as a townee, because Gail, Simmie Gharib, and Judith Cohen were also townees. Gail and I understood how it felt to have an older brother in school at the same time. "Diva"-ism simply did not exist for us at that time.
We went to orientation events & mixers together at Reserve & Case before the two schools merged. I'll never forget a Protestant minister who stated quite matter-of-factly, "Every social contact is a sexual contact," expecting us to be shocked. Gail and I just giggled throughout the evening. Hey, that was the '60's.