All my life I’ve been intrigued by paper. I’ve loved the sound of a sheet of Ivory Vellum being yanked through the platen of a typewriter. The smooth edges of a freshly cut reem. The pebbled surface and deckled edges of a stiff sheet of 300 weight cotton cold press. The rainbow of potential exposed[…]
Category: Family Life
Mary Louise Birmingham – 1921 – 2011
I didn’t know her as a young woman, or a girl. I didn’t know the co-ed attending Barnard College. Nor did I know her in Paris with her closest friend Marie Birmingham. I never saw the cold water flat on Sullivan Street where she first lived with her husband, my father, William Birmingham, for $14[…]
William Francis Birmingham –
Bill Birmingham was a man. He was a husband, a friend, a father, a brother and uncle. He was a teacher, a leader, and he was a consummate storyteller. My dad sat up, when others might lie down. He sat in a chair in the corner of his living room.Early on a cigarette was cradled[…]