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Geography Is Destiny: Memories, Experiences, Opinions
Geography Is Destiny: Memories, Experiences, Opinions
Geography Is Destiny: Memories, Experiences, Opinions
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Reinventing oneself is often necessary due to factors beyond one's control. Furthermore, where you live determines your lifestyle and opportunities. Being a woman offers other challenges. After a fifty year marriage, I found myself suddenly widowed. Although this is a sad situation, it is also an opportunity to write a new life chapter. While there will always be a place in your heart for your spouse, love can happen again, if you are open to it. Attitude is an important component and the ability to laugh at life will help you immeasurably. I have good information to give you and perhaps find useful as you navigate your senior years.
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Release dateMay 8, 2014
ISBN9781491733042
Geography Is Destiny: Memories, Experiences, Opinions
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Madelon Sheff

Born and raised in the Bronx, New York, Maddy has also lived in Florida, where most of her dating adventures  occurred. Now living in Chapel Hill, North Carolina,  she is a proud grandmother and a magazine writer. In  addition to volunteering and socializing, she pursues  her interests in Mah Jongg, Bridge, travel, learning and  organizing social groups.

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    Geography Is Destiny - Madelon Sheff

    Copyright © 2014 Madelon Sheff.

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    CONTENTS

    Prologue

    THE BRONX, NEW YORK

    New York Childhood

    Be Different Like Me

    Shlermie

    Water

    How My Career Began

    Charlie

    Keeping Hours

    FLORIDA

    A Greeting from the Dead

    Tale of Two Rabbis

    Widowhood: Navigating the Woes and Wonders

    Finding My Way

    Maddy’s Manual for Moving

    The Bereavement Business

    TRAVELING

    Raj

    Intact, on the Back of the Door

    My Contacts with the Beautiful People

    Arizona Adventure

    The Travails of Travel Over 70: Paying a Single Supplement Sucks

    NORTH CAROLINA

    Doing the Impossible

    The Beat Goes On: Stop the Music

    Carolina Coffee Crumbs

    Lolita’s Kiss and Mini Prose

    I’d Rather Be On Her Good Side

    Three Degrees of Separation

    Attitude and Gratitude

    Acknowledgements

    For Katelon and Annabelle with endless

    love from Grandma Maddy

    and

    In memory of my sister, Dr. Seana

    Shaw and my husband, Aaron

    Prologue

    A cynical reviewer might think, Oh no! Not another memoir by an old lady with a big ego, time on her hands, and the manic need to write about her not-so-extraordinary life! But what I offer readers are three valuable, related ideas to use every day: latitude, attitude, and gratitude. Making these three my goals has given me extraordinary experiences—not all of them good, but all of them interesting and some hilarious.

    Latitude has a double meaning. It pertains to geography, but it also refers to giving other people the space to be themselves without being judged. I tend to be judgmental, so I like to think of latitude as a place where I can live neither judging anyone, nor being judged in return. Where you are in the world determines what you will eat, the housing choices you will have, the friends you will make, the jobs and educational opportunities you may encounter and more—an entire culture that differs from place to place, far North to far South and back again. I’ve lived in three states: New York, Florida and now North Carolina. Each locale influenced me and helped to shape one goal: a bias toward latitude, a refraining from judgments.

    New York was where I was born, raised, educated and married. I worked there, and bore two children. In Florida, I became a widow after fifty years of marriage and decided to write about my experiences in the senior dating scene and widowhood. Writing was a catharsis that helped me cope with difficult situations—loneliness, rejection and lack of motivation. In North Carolina, I re-invented myself once again, but without my support system: friends, Mah Jongg and synagogue membership. I worked devilishly hard to reframe my sturdy, humorous attitude toward life, doing so by filling the void with grand-parenting, writing, painting and volunteering. Above all, with a gargantuan effort to send out my old sunny, resilient attitude because doing so helps me, too.

    The reasons for writing essays are persuasion, information, and entertainment, or PIE. Delicious, right? I tend to think iconoclastically about situations, but you needn’t agree with me. That’s fine, but I do have some information to share that you might find beneficial on topics related to the senior social scene and making adjustments after losing spouses and old places you have loved. Mainly, I want to entertain you and provide you with a smile, a smirk, a chuckle or a belly laugh. I tend to think of the brighter side of a situation, and my sense of humor has often helped me over the rough spots. Everyone enjoys a good laugh and sharing it makes it all the more fun.

    This memoir is also a chance for you to enter the perhaps unfamiliar world of a Jewish-American diva. My essays are influenced by latitude (geography), attitude (humor, always humor), and gratitude for my education, good health, and the chance to pursue my dream of writing—forever.

    THE BRONX,

    NEW YORK

    Part I

    Bagels, Bialys, Babka

    New York Childhood

    I had a middle-class upbringing in a suburban section of the Bronx characterized by parks, lawns, bridle paths, and farms. The mid-rise, pre-war apartment buildings were considered luxurious. Most of the apartments had one bedroom, large foyers and living rooms, small kitchens, small bathrooms, and a large master bedroom. The local public school was highly rated, with over-achieving students encouraged by doting, stay-at-home mothers. Fathers worked long hours and often six-day weeks. We were sheltered from the horrors of World War II by our parents and managed to live happy childhoods filled with play, books, movies, kosher delis, kosher bakeries, and camaraderie.

    After World War II, and the return of our soldiers, we experienced a housing shortage along with opportunities for economic growth. Some of the neighborhood families moved to the suburbs of Westchester and Long Island. My sister and I were surprised when a baby brother came into our lives. Neile was sixteen years younger than I. Our apartment, already crowded, became more so. Neile was two years old, I was eighteen, and Seana fifteen when my father died

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