Sunday, April 4, 2021

The things I could write

My dad has written more than twenty books and I am unable to write even a few lines in a post. I used to be a member of a writing group that some of the members of it have become well-known writers here. That was more than thirty years ago. The writer David Grossman told me then that of all the members of the group I write the best and I should continue. From that time I stopped writing for some reason. Blogging is supposed to be something fun and I can not bring myself to do so. And here are some chapter headings for the posts I could write - the old letters in Yiddish that my grandmother's missing sisters wrote before their villages disappeared in Poland. The preparations for Seder night at my daughter's, the ancient coins she finds near the house. All this in the meantime in pictures.



 

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  1. I have no doubt that David Grossman was correct Yael, your words that I see here, and the words you leave for me, always say so much. Perhaps a book will still come from you one day.

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    1. Thank you so much Rachel. maybe one day.

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  2. I'm still wondering what's holding me back. Thank you Tom.

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  3. I'm sure you have a book in you, it's just a matter of finding both the subject and the time. You will.

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    1. I no longer have the same desire to write that I once had, unfortunately.

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  4. You have so many interesting things to write which so.many would like to read but I understand, if you don't feel like writing then you can't.
    At least you still have the letters written in the polish village. One day, who knows.
    And the coins your daughter finds. Fascinating. Wish I could find one here

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    1. I too have always wanted to find ancient coins and could not, maybe one needs the right eyes.

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  5. There are stories in your pictures and your words to accompany them today already stir the imagination.

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    1. Thank you JayCee.There really is a story behind every picture,

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  6. Sometimes pictures say so much more than words.

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    1. I agree with you Sue, the story of the Yiddish postcard will be told soon.

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  7. I was so happy to see a post from you today. It would be wonderful to read your words about these things you mention here and more. The letter you show us here feels very important to me. The way she wrote, filling in almost every possible space on the paper touches me. A coin of that age must be something to see and to hold. When you are ready you will find your voice.

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    1. Thank you Bonnie. The story will be told soon.

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  8. We are happy whenever you write, Yael. But no pressure.
    Take it easy.
    I got lazy about blogging a while ago. Lo nora. :)

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  9. Toda Raba Dina.I'm glad to see you here again.

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  10. Your stories are lovely, Yael, and perhaps we'll make our own book some day.

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    1. Thank you Joanne. Each of us has a fascinating book.

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  11. One day Yael inspiration will strike. In the meantime do not push it as 'pushing' kills inspiration. It is enough that you post ... I love the photo; those cats looking at the table!! Is it admiration or greed??! [Not hunger I am sure.]

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  12. These cats are my daughter's. They followed with curiosity everything that was going on in the house.

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  13. I do so look forward to reading your stories Yael, there is a writer in you and I will do my best to be patient. I wish only the best for you dear Yael.

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    1. Thank you very much Doc. You are such a generous and special man.

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  14. Dear Yael, if David Grossman said you can write: just believe him. Confidence!
    To find out what gives you "writer's block" might take some time.
    So I suggest Hemingway's method (well, if you can afford the time, that is): he sat at his desk, 2 hours, always at the same time, every day.
    He said: I do not have to write - but I am not allowed to do something else. Only writing is allowed. And sitting there and staring into the air for two hours is so boring -- thus I start to write."

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    1. I'll wait and see Britta. Thanks anyway.

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  15. I understand how you feel, Yael. I have sort of lost my desire to write/blog to any great degree. I still enjoy reading about the lives of others, but have less of a desire to write about my own. Be well. x

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