Anecdote

(Submitted by Peter Lynn.)

(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 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 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 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)

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.