Posts tagged: Kamm
Kamm: My younger brother is a lefty and was traumatized by the Nuns tying to make him right handed. My Mother, all 4‘10” and usually a pleasant woman, charged down to school and less than politely informed his teacher to ‘leave him alone’. BTW Left handed writers are considered more creative. Are you in a profession that highlights your skill or are you a ‘closet creative genius’? My brother is in advertising and has been artistic all his life. When he was in high school, he illustrated his answers on a job application; he got the job.
Question: Are you lefthanded or have any lefthanders in your family. What are the obstacles to being lefthanded in a righthanded world?
Kamm: Reading has alway been my refuge. My first memory of my father, who was at sea for loooong periods of time, was taking me to the main library so I could print my name on a check out card. I could check out as many books as I could carry. It was a wondrous experience. I can still be found in a chair by the fireplace at least weekly. I’m open to any book, even complicated relationships and dark subjects, as long there is some hope by the end.
Question: What is your first memory of your father?
Kamm: I finally found my place on ‘FaceBook’ last month and, of course, friended and was friended by family and friends. But now a strange thing has happened as I look for old friends and classmates. My page is busy with all kinds of people I haven’t thought about in decades. It’s a little emotional and bittersweet as I reconnect with people I knew but haven’t thought about. And it’s humbling that they want to connect with me. Sharing our stories, the ups and the downs, the high school sweethearts who are no longer a unit, the most likely to succeed who didn’t, old work friends who have fallen by the wayside, has caused some tears. There are some I haven’t answered yet; I need a break before I open those old feelings of who we are vs who we thought we would be.
Question: Have you had a good or bad experience reconnecting with old friends and high school classmates via Facebook?
My father was a sports writer for our city’s newspaper; he also taught high school English for a while. I can’t remember submitting a homework paper that wasn’t first reviewed by him. I remember a lot of lessons he taught my siblings and me. I learned a simple rule for using ‘me’ vs ‘I’; I learned his fondness for the ‘comma’ and the ’semicolon’. It brings a smile to my face to remember his work with us as we learned to communicate clearly. His lessons, often, would end with all of us kids laughing and rolling on the floor. He would say to my mother “Marjorie, are you sure these children are mine? They don’t seem to take this seriously.” And we’d start laughing all over again.
Question: Do you have any journalists in your family?