Near our apartment house in East Cleveland there lived a short, beautiful, feisty woman. Her voice was barely audible, a near whisper. She had an operation on her vocal chords in the early 1940s robbing her of volume, though as I discovered, when she needed to reprimand me, her grandson, I had no trouble hearing … Continue reading A Renaissance Woman
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