Learning from Life's Lessons
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Childhood
August 4, 1919 - That was the day I was born in Mt. Sinai Hospital on the West side of Chicago.
My earliest recollection was when my brother Lou said I was so ugly, that he tried to trade me to our Uncle Chester for his dog, an Airedale. Our uncle declined so I was left in the family.
Uncle Lebish - The Animal Lover
We lived at 1106 South California Avenue in Chicago, above our uncle's store. Lebish Heller was a kind and caring person who peddled fruit in the summer and coal in the winter from a wagon drawn by his white mare named "Katy," who was stabled a short distance away.
Sometimes during the day, when I was about five years old, he would take me along on his route, and I would listen to him peddle his fruit. He was welcomed by his customers who regarded him as a kind, honest, hard working person.
On nights when it was storming with thunder and lightning at their worst, my Uncle, who was concerned about the well being of Katy, would get dressed and go to the stable where he would spend the time of the storm comforting his horse.
He was, without a doubt, the most compassionate person I ever knew.
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About the Book
As we go through the years, we come in contact with many people and situations that have a tendency to shape our outlook on life itself.
In these Life's Lessons, I have attempted to set down in writing a few things I've learned from my life. Some are humorous, some are intended to be helpful, and others give warning of experiences and confrontations to avoid.
Enjoy and profit from them. They are yours to do with, as you will.
About the Author
August 4, 1919- That was the day I was born in Mt. Sinai Hospital on the West side of Chicago.
My earliest recollection was when my brother Lou said I was so ugly, that he tried to trade me to our Uncle Chester for his dog, an Airedale. Our uncle declined so I was left in the family.
In the early 1930s it was customary for the tobacco companies to pass out free samples of their cigarettes. To protect the three cigarettes in the sample, they were packaged in a small paper box printed in the same colors and style as the regular packs of twenty cigarettes. This, of course, was intended to establish brand recognition when the recipient made his/her next tobacco purchase.
Age was not a factor in the street corner distribution, and some of us 11 year olds were handed a couple of packets. We ran down the nearest alley and proceeded to smoke like macho men.
When I got home for dinner that evening, a package of Camel cigarettes was next to my plate. My mother said "if your going to smoke, do it at home."
That took the macho away from me and I never lit another smoke the rest of my life!
Her psychology was more effective than warnings, lectures, biopsies, nicotine patches or any stop-smoking device!