Stories

(Submitted by Peter Elias)

I think I was in 6th grade when I found the envelope of money on the way home from school and immediately realized it was enough to purchase the PeeWee Reese shortstop glove I so dearly wanted. The one on display in the window of Tim and Tom's sport store on Central Avenue.

Dad reminded me that this was probably someone's rent or grocery money, so we went to the local police station and turned it in.  

(Submitted by Peter Elias)

Perhaps it was his interest in classical literature and poetry and his ability to memorize, but my father loved stories, and was a good story teller.  

(Submitted by Peter Elias.)

My Dad was not a gardener. Yard and garden chores where never a major interest for him. Lilacs, however, were special. He would always stop to comment on the scent and beauty of blooming lilacs. Here, in his own words, is the explanation:

(Submitted by Cousin Susi.)

I have anecdotes but wanted to contribute an observation first. I was surprised, upon reading Kurt's memories, to see how his profession permeated his life. We all knew how dedicated he was but I had no idea to what extent. An example is that, in his description of my mother's first fiancé, a man who died in Vienna over 70 years ago, he mentioned the cause of death, which, as far as I know, didn't even have a name back then!

(Submitted by Karen Kraskow.)

I was lying in bed - the gurney- in the operating room. 10 years old in a cloudy sleep. Suddenly I hear... “Hello” “How are you?” I knew the voice. ... Dr. Elias.. the voice of recovery.

(Submitted by Peter Lynn.)

(Submitted by Peter Lynn.)

In some 70 years, Kurti and I were never separated regardless of physical distance. In our small intimate group consisting of Peter Benedict, Lizzy, Susi, the Alkalays, Fred and Ilse Grunwald - he and I were known as BB whereby the first B stood for brother, the second B, however, I am sure he would not have wanted to be public to a vast unknown audience. Regardless of distance, our deep and intimate contact never wavered.

(Submitted by Ellen Stein.)

My husband Dick and I met Kurt and Gloria, via our friendship with Hanni and Milton. We so enjoyed being with Kurt at Hanni's small dinner parties, where his warm greetings, great conversation, and heartfelt hugs, were memorable. He seemed to love sharing his Mount Sinai experiences, with Dick, who is on staff there. We both so enjoyed and looked forward to his company.

(Submitted by Peter Elias.)

Try as I might, I cannot remember when or why my father and I began collecting stamps. What I do remember is that he corresponded regularly with friends in England, Holland, Vienna, Switzerland, and France, and that envelopes with colorful tamps were a regular event.