Mama Goldberg, a public library, common sense knowledge and education sandwich
Dear Mama Goldberg – like you told us so many times – you didn’t raise any dummies. Your house, kept immaculate by the copious use of bleach and fragrant with fried, sautéed, steamed and stewed onions. Food was never lacking and no one who entered our house ever left hungry. But Mama what you were hungry for was the quest for knowledge. The pink stucco California track house was filled with dime-store figurines of massive museum sculptures, melmac dishes that copied famous china patterns, and of course, plastic sofa covers. But on every coffee table, on every shelf and in every room (including the bathrooms) were books and magazines. Read more →
