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Breaking the Glass Dial

The Living Room My father wore suits his father had made on a treadle sewing machine.  His first language was Yiddish. My mother was born on the run, her parents fleeing the overthrowing of the Ottoman Empire and the ensuing anti-Jewish oppression.  Her father was a coppersmith.  She typed seventy words a minute on her black Royal …

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