This little book came together in—literally—three days. In the introduction I elaborate, but the short story is that I finally got the scanner function on my printer up and running. The idea was to save myself the hassle and expense of either springing for $3 at Office Depot for the fax, or driving all the way down to the office of the home health company I worked for. (They were sticklers that, if they didn’t have your timesheet on their desks by 9:00 a.m. Monday morning, you didn’t get paid.) After a year and a half, I’d had enough, which was the motivation to learn the techno-skill necessary to run the scanner. (I’m borderline techno-impaired.)
I was driving somewhere later that day and realized, “Hey! Now you can scan in all those loose photos for which you don’t have negatives!” So I went home and started scanning.
Zipping through one box pretty quickly, I went looking for more, and found the little stash of paintings my dead husband left behind. I scanned a few, sent a couple of the best ones (including the cover painting) to my friend in Chicago who said, “You should publish these. They’ll touch a lot of people.”
I needed something more than just twelve pages of paintings but I couldn’t find all the poetry he wrote. Scrounging around for something—anything—into which to embed these paintings, I found his Passover Seder.
At the time, I spent eight hours a day with a client who spent most of the time sleeping, so I took the paintings and the Seder and sat and thought as he napped. Three days later, a book was born.
One of the best compliments I received was from a lawyer. He said, of the captions under my husband’s painting, “I can see why this was emotional for you.” Yes, it was. Emotional and wonderful, and I know my husband is proud of what I wrote.
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This is a story that needs to be read and art that needs to be seen.
By M. Shimkus on April 23, 2014
It’s easy to forget. It’s easy to put aside the stories of family, of people, and to think only of the statistics. This lovely book is the story of love, of memories, of the tales told of family history. It’s the kind of book that reaches the heart and puts the human element back into history and wraps it up neatly into a tribute to true love. The art is powerful in its simplicity. The love of a widow for her husband, her Rabbi, is captivating.
Author of The 12th Disciple
By Charlie E. Trantham II on March 16, 2016
Well written, charming, emotional, thought-provoking, heart warming. Memorials are not my preference but, this one touched me. It was enjoyable and intriguing even as it brought tears to my eyes. Well worth the read.