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Thank you, Veterans!



Thank you, Veterans!
Originally uploaded by Daniel Greene.

Regardless of whether or not I approve of the current Administration or the current war, I still respect and thank our troops, both past and present, for their service to our country. The same goes to our allies.

I actually went to my college interpreting job this morning and didn’t realize until I saw the empty parking lot that there was no school today. I had forgotten it was Veterans Day. On the way home, I decided I had to do something to honor veterans. Taking and posting a photograph, writing and posting this short note– these are little things, but these little remembrances are better than nothing.

I would like to see a world without war, but in the meantime, I accept the reality of war and I take this moment to remember those who fight in wars– heck, even our enemies (especially the innocent bystanders who lose both lives and loved ones). May we all forgive and be forgiven, and may we please find a way to lasting peace!

Tech note: I used a Speedlight 430 EX to make the flag in the foreground (which was in the shade) stand out against the flag in the background (which was mostly in the sun).

Eulogy for Grandpa Greene

Ernest Charles Greene
May 9, 1911 – February 8, 2004

My grandfather died last Sunday evening, and for me, this marked more than the end of one man’s life. It marked the end of Granny and Grandpa, the only couple I’ve ever known that loved each other so much and stayed together for so long, seemingly without ever fighting. Grandpa’s death also marked the passing of the last of my grandparents. Though I count myself lucky to have had grandparents well into my thirties, I was nevertheless deeply stung by the final disappearance of an entire generation of family.

Ernest Greene was actually born Ernest Greenberg, and his father changed the family name in 1918, when Grandpa was seven years old. I can only guess the name change was a safeguard against anti-Semitism or enmity toward Germans. He had a younger brother named Howard, a father named Abraham, and a mother I was lucky enough to know until I was four years old, Grandnanna Gertrude Greene. In photos I’ve seen of Grandpa in his youth, he was a striking young man with a full head of blond hair. He was a boxer, and he was also a jazz trumpeter and harmonica player. As I heard it, he met my grandmother, Helene Kupferman, at work; she was the boss’s daughter. Early photos of them show a playful young couple striking poses at the beach—him showing off his biceps and her kicking a leg to the side like a flapper doing the Charleston. When I looked through these photos with Granny years ago, she said, “Weren’t we cute?” They were.

I first met Ernest Greene when Continue reading

Eulogy for Granny Greene

Photo of Granny Greene
Helene Kupferman Greene
May 8, 1911–October 31, 1999

My grandmother, Helene Kupferman Greene, lived to the age of 88, and is survived by her husband, Ernest Charles Greene (my grandfather); her two sons, Ernest Charles Greene, Jr. (my uncle Chuck) and Andrew William Greene (my dad); her two grandsons, Daniel James Greene (me) and Benjamin Furman Greene (my cousin); her dog, Whiskey II, and close friends and family members, most notably Elaine Patterson, who has cared for my grandparents ever since my grandfather’s stroke in 1985. Elaine became like an adopted daughter, and her two daughters, Michelle and Marta, became like granddaughters. Granny was so happy to finally have some girls in her family!

My grandparents would have been married 65 years this February 2000. In addition to being a superb wife to her husband, and mother to her two boys, Helene Greene was a model, saleswoman, real estate agent, award-winning painter and interior designer. She was a woman of great passion, creative talent and patriotism. She loved her country, family, pets and friends dearly. She had a soft spot in her heart for animals and contributed generously of her time and money to organizations such as The Humane Society and many others.

Granny had an uncanny memory for the lyrics of songs. She wasn’t the best singer in the world, but Continue reading