Culinarily Challenged in New York in 1948
Eighteen years in my mother’ s house in Milwaukee, and four years in a dormitory in Smith College, left me ill-prepared to cook for my husband and myself in our tiny studio apartment with a pullman kitchen. Dick and I married in 1947; he was eight years my senior. This is how we met: Dick was restless after the War and had taken a job traveling the country selling bonds for the newly-formed state of Israel. When his car broke down in Milwaukee, he called the only person he knew in the city, an army buddy. . .READ MORE OF THIS POST HERE.