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First in Line

Evelyn Herwitz · September 26, 2023 · Leave a Comment

I got my new Covid shot a week ago, as soon as it was available. Glad to have that out of the way. It seems that the wily virus is popping up everywhere, once again disrupting lives, albeit with less serious risks for most, thanks to progress with vaccines and a build-up of natural immunity.

Just one way Covid has caused disruptions, of late: I sing in a quintet at my synagogue for the Jewish High Holy Days. Just before Rosh Hashanah the weekend before last, the wife of one of our tenors tested positive, so he could not sing with us out of an abundance of caution and consideration for others. Then this past week another member, who also sings tenor and was covering for the first tenor, was exposed to Covid while traveling, so we were scrambling to figure out who could sing which solos and harmony.

Fortunately, our game of musical chairs resolved over the weekend. The first tenor’s wife is better and he never tested positive, and the other tenor remains negative and symptom free. So both could join us in song for Yom Kippur, although the second tenor wore a mask to be extra safe.

So it goes in this post-pandemic time, when we all wish Covid was behind us, but it still lurks. I got the Pfizer vaccine, since I’ve had rashes and aches from Moderna. While my arm was a little sore for a couple of days and I felt very tired by day’s end, that was it for side effects. A small price to pay for protection.

Next up, getting a flu shot in early October, and then I’ll get the RSV vaccine. I take them one at a time, to avoid a pile-on of side effects. Not so for Al, who got his Covid, flu, and second shingles vax all on one day last week and never felt the worse for wear. I admit, I’m jealous.

However you go about it, Dear Reader, I hope you take heed and get your Covid vax as soon as possible, if your medical condition allows—for your own well-being, and for that of those around you. While the worst Covid outcomes are limited by antiviral medications like Paxlovid, the risks of long Covid remain real and serious, and increase with repeated infections and lack of vaccination. Be well.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Image: Tim Mossholder

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Enter Fall

Evelyn Herwitz · September 19, 2023 · Leave a Comment

It is rainy and chilly and dreary as I write on Monday afternoon. Here in Central Massachusetts, we were fortunate to avoid the worst of Hurricane Lee over the weekend, and the rest of the week looks sunny. But I’m feeling the chill in my hands today, knowing that fall officially begins this Saturday.

Already, the days are notably shorter, the transition even more striking since we came back from the Baltics, where the sun sets later because it’s farther north.

And so, it’s time to make my annual adjustment, mentally and physically, to inevitable colder weather. I should be used to it by now, but I always hate to bid summer adieu. Time for lined leggings and sweaters and wrist-warmers, heavier coats and gloves and hats, more effort to get dressed and out the door.

Sigh.

At least there is fall foliage to look forward to. That, and crisp air, and fewer mosquitoes, and the way that autumn light etches shadows. Even as leaves begin to drop and trees harden off for winter, new buds are forming. My hands will adjust as I remind myself: Only three more months until the pendulum swings and the days grow longer, once again.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Baltic Souvenir

Evelyn Herwitz · September 12, 2023 · 6 Comments

Last Wednesday, at midnight, Al and I returned from a two-and-a-half week trip to the Baltic states of Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia. I’m still processing all that we saw and heard and learned. It was a powerful journey that exceeded all our expectations. I planned a complex itinerary: fly to Helsinki, Finland, stay a couple of nights to recover from jet lag, then fly to Vilnius, explore for five days, go on to Riga for four days, then to Tallinn for another four days, catch the ferry back to Helsinki, and fly home the next day. And that is what we did.

We promised ourselves, in making this trip, to honor the memories of family who had perished in the Holocaust. Al was especially committed to commemorating his maternal grandmother’s brother, Avram Itzek, whom he believes was his namesake, and who chose not to leave his home town about an hour from Vilnius, in what is now Belarus, because it was where he felt he belonged. He was killed in the Holocaust. I hoped to uncover traces of my maternal grandfather’s Berlin cousins, who were deported to Riga in 1941 and perished there, though details of their fates are not known. We also hoped to learn more about the vibrant Jewish communities that once flourished in these countries and about what it meant to break free of the Soviet Union three decades ago—a historic moment made all the more poignant and relevant in light of the war in Ukraine.

Geopolitics made it impossible to visit Avram Itzek’s home town of Ashmyany—the day we landed in Helsinki, our embassy in Minsk told all Americans to leave Belarus because activity there by the Wagner Group, which has supported Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, made it too dangerous. The day we landed in Vilnius, Wagner leader Yevgeny Prigozhin’s plane fell out of the sky, undoubtedly retribution by Putin for his short-lived revolt against the Russian military back in June.

So, even a trip to the border for a glimpse in Ashmyany’s direction was out of the question. But as Al read more of the family history he’d brought along, he realized that before his grandmother’s family moved to Ashmyany, they had lived in the small village of Dieveniškes, located in the far southeast corner of Lithuania. With help from a friend, we traveled there on our last day in the country and found the Jewish cemetery where Al’s ancestors were laid to rest.

In Riga, we took a Jewish heritage tour with a private guide, and at the Museum of the Riga Ghetto and Holocaust in Latvia stood a long Wall of Remembrance with thousands of names. On the wall for Jews deported from Berlin in 1941, I found the name of my maternal grandfather’s first cousin, though not her husband, young son, or mother, who had all come with her. The Museum’s executive director, who sat with me to take all the family information that I had about these lost relatives, gave me a much needed hug and promised to research archives to find out what became of them all.

Not everything on our travels was heavy. A few fun facts: People in this part of the world are TALL. I thought it was my imagination, or a stereotype, but it’s true. In fact, in our Air BnB flat in Riga, I at first wondered why the closet hooks and hanger rod were up so high—then I realized, for tall people it was just right, especially because their longer clothes need more room to hang. Also, although ice hockey is the national sport of Latvia, both Latvians and Lithuanians are crazy about basketball. That, and chess. Everywhere we went, we saw chessboards, in libraries, in courtyards, in parks. And, everywhere we went, the food was outstanding.

The Old Town in Tallinn was the most beautiful of the three we stayed in, one of the best preserved medieval towns in Europe, still with its walls in tact. Much work is ongoing to preserve and restore buildings, many of which, here as in Riga and Vilnius, were destroyed in wars. One of the buildings in Old Town is painted a sugary pink. It is surrounded by metal crowd-control fencing, which is covered with posters protesting the war in Ukraine, as well as occupied lands in Georgia. This is the Russian Embassy in Estonia.

Throughout our travels, we saw Ukrainian flags flying in solidarity, Ukrainian blue and gold everywhere—from the Town Hall in Vilnius on our first night, illuminated as a rippling blue and gold flag on the eve of Ukraine’s Day of Independence anniversary, to an exhibit of new Ukrainian medals for bravery in battle at a museum of knighthood in Tallinn. These Baltic states, all about thirty years old as independent democracies, understand what it means to be conquered by Russia. Stories, of exile to Siberia under Stalin, of authoritarian rule, of always being under surveillance by the KGB, have not faded. And history is tragically repeating in neighboring Ukraine.

Whenever I travel abroad, to countries with much longer histories than these United States, I am reminded that world dominance ebbs and flows like the oceans that separate our continents. Authoritarian forces threaten democracies around the world and here at home. If history is any guide, we cannot take our own democracy’s survival for granted. I came home convinced, more than ever, that we must do all we can, especially this year, to preserve and protect free and independent, inclusive elections, so that the fate of our nation rests in the hands of the many, not of the few who would remake it in their own image.

So, that is what I’ve been thinking about as we traveled through the Baltics, and what I continue to wrestle with now that we’re back home. It was a journey that will stay with us for the rest of our lives. Here are just a few images from our trip . . .

 

Helsinki, Finland

In and Around Vilnius, Lithuania

In and Around Riga, Latvia

Tallinn, Estonia

Ferry to Helsinki

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Barbie Land

Evelyn Herwitz · August 15, 2023 · 4 Comments

On Sunday, my older daughter and I went to see Barbie, which, in case you’re not into pop culture, is a movie by director Greta Gerwig about the iconic fashion doll’s existential identity crisis when she confronts the “real” world. Starring Margot Robbie as Stereotypical Barbie and Ryan Gosling as Ken, the film opens with an homage to Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey and romps off from there. It’s a hoot. We had a great time.

There’s been a host of critics who’ve reviewed the summer blockbuster, predictably commenting from either side of our culture divide about Gerwig’s feminist message. But I’m not going to get into that here. What I want to write about is one of the underlying notions of the film, that Barbie has been an aspirational toy for young girls since the ’60s, with all kinds of Barbies cast as everything from astronauts (1965, way ahead of NASA) to astrophysicists. Apparently toy-maker Mattel has created more than 200 jobs for Barbie, including U.S. President.

Years ago, when my sister and I played with her Barbies and my Ken doll, that phase of Barbie Land did not yet exist. This was in the early ’60s. We created doll rooms in the bottom three shelves of a bookcase that our dad had built years prior, originally to store his huge LP record collection. The furniture didn’t fit the dolls’ proportions, but we didn’t care much. We were more interested in the family intrigue that my sister would narrate, particularly the conflicts between ponytail Barbie (one of the originals, and yes, she came dressed in that black-and-white strapless bathing suit and sunglasses) and bubble-cut Barbie (bouffant blonde hair), whom my sister named Alice and deemed Barbie’s evil twin.

I could not keep up with my sister’s plots and offer my own. She was an avid reader and two years older, and she came up with all kinds of story lines that were beyond me. I don’t recall much else, other than I preferred to change Ken’s outfits (already, I loved fashion) more than figure out what was going to happen next.

And the clothes were fabulous. Back then, they were made from beautiful fabrics, satin and wool and cotton, with tiny working metal zippers and miniature buttons. No synthetics. Real pleats in Barbie’s tennis skirt and satin stripes on Ken’s tuxedo.

My Ken was not one of those dolls with the plastic molded blonde hair. No, he had brown flocked hair, which unfortunately rubbed off when I struggled to put on his red football pads under his red-and-white football jersey. So I occasionally would repair his bald spots with a burnt sienna Crayola crayon, which seemed to do the trick.

Eventually, I got Skipper (Barbie’s little sister), and she was fun to play with, but Ken was always my favorite. My sister got Midge (Barbie’s best friend), but unlike the later version of that Mattel doll, who apparently was supposed to be pregnant, this Midge had the same voluptuous figure as Barbie, reddish brown hair with bangs, and freckles.

Our dolls could not move their knees or elbows. They could wave their arms up and down and do splits, but when they sat, their legs went straight out. Often, they’d fall to one side, seated.

It didn’t matter. I enjoyed the clothes, and my sister made up dramatic, entertaining stories that had nothing to do with Barbie’s careers. And when the time came to move on from Barbie Land, we packed each doll and outfit into individual plastic bags and stored them carefully. I inherited the collection, with my sister’s blessing. Our daughters—especially our younger daughter—enjoyed playing with them. And now they are stored in a large plastic box under a bed. I’ve been wondering if it’s time to sell them, given the Barbie craze. But I’m not sure if I’m ready to let them go.

P.S: Just a note, if you’ve read this far (thank you!), that I’ll be taking a break for the next three weeks. Enjoy the rest of August and see you in September.

Image: “Barbie’s first clothing designer Charlotte Johnson posing with 1965 Barbie doll model,” by Nelson Tiffany, May 13, 1964, UCLA Libary Digital Collections.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Rhapsody in Teal

Evelyn Herwitz · August 8, 2023 · 8 Comments

I haven’t sewn a garment for myself in quite a while, not since December 2021, to be precise. That project was an alpaca wool jacket, which came out fine, but I haven’t worn it too often because the fabric is a bit itchy. Oh, well. One of the challenges of making your own clothes is learning to pick the right fabric for the right project.

I have a lot of fabric in my stash, accumulated over decades. This is a common challenge for people who enjoy sewing—inspiration and purchase, followed by lack of time, energy, or whatever excuse to actually sew the garment. Call me guilty, as charged. But recently, I decided that if I wasn’t going to sew something or make use of all those fabric scraps from prior projects, I should at least find a way to responsibly recycle them.

Turns out our composting service will recycle textiles for a minimal fee. So I dug through my fabric stash to see what to eliminate. Not easy. I have a lot of nice textiles. Still, it was time to be realistic. After filling a bag for recycling with scraps that I will never use, I examined several yards of beautiful teal rayon. I must have purchased it not long after Al and I married, so it’s nearly 40 years old. But still in excellent condition.

Then I dug through old patterns, many of which I will never sew because I no longer like the styles, and bagged a bunch to recycle. But I found one, a simple caftan, that held promise for that gorgeous fabric.

Rayon is a tricky fiber. It drapes beautifully, but ravels easily and is slippery to sew. With two thumbs in bandages at present and limited dexterity, I knew it would be a challenge. That’s probably why I’ve avoided it all these years.

I read up on sewing techniques for rayon and set to. First I zigzagged the ends to prevent raveling, washed the rayon on delicate to pre-shrink, then air-dried it and pressed it on low (no steam). After testing the pattern with left-over muslin for the front and gingham for the back (more leftovers), I made some adjustments. Then I went to the fabric store and bought a better rotary blade cutter than my old ones, which I could no longer hold properly, some rayon thread, and some extra sharp needles for my sewing machine (recommended for rayon).

The rotary cutter was worth it, because I was able to cut out the pattern quickly and neatly, without hurting my hand. Theoretically, you’re not supposed to use pins other than those intended for silk, or they’ll leave permanent holes in rayon. I tried mini binder clips to hold the seams when I stitched, but they were too clunky and hard to open and place properly. Turns out, fortunately, that this fabric was fine with pins.

I took my time. I experimented with seam binding, but that didn’t work. I couldn’t serge the seams, because the serger destroyed the delicate fabric. So I stitched the seams on my trusty old Huskvarna, trimming them and zig-zagging the edges. For the neckline binding, I had enough fabric to cut bias strips, found some stretchy iron-0n interfacing in my stash, and made custom bias tape, which worked great.

Finishing the sleeves and hem was the hardest part of the project, because the pattern called for pressing under a quarter-inch of the edge, then folding it again and stitching down. Like I said, the fabric is slippery and I don’t have the ability to nudge a narrow, raw edge with my fingertips, which no longer exist. Stitching a quarter inch from the fabric’s raw edge gave me a guide for the first fold, which I pressed. Then I made the second fold, pinned and lightly pressed. But the big aha was realizing I could top-stitch the hem from the wrong side, thus easily controlling the narrow folded edge, and no-one would know the difference.

The finished dress earned a “Wow!” from Al, the desired response. I’m really pleased with it. It’s cool and comfy and fun to wear. All these years later, I finally found the right project for that beautiful teal rayon. I can still sew. And there is so much left in my stash. . . .

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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