Susan G Holland
Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read

Jean Claude, this may be the overture to telling the rest of my story about Sam Gold.
I sort of suspect I’ve been in and out of the Abyss now and again already, and am now sort of in recovery. It is not surprising that one must revisit the abyss from time to time to get back to basics. I had begun the story of Sam Gold with my cowbird stories about the “Stranger with lidded eyes”. I couldn’t bear to tell more of it a few years ago. But there is a whole cycle ( a double-whammy) that story has gone through and it may be that now I will learn how to finish telling it! But I must be “mature” thoroughly (says Plotkin) for it to be safe to tell the end of that story. That is a kindly warning.

cf. your story about your bosom buddy whom you loved and lost at Auschwitz. But I got to know the real end of my story about Sam and what happened to him then.

After a few trips into The Abyss, one gets to wanting to get to the “bottom of it.” Some life stories are light hearted. Some are deeper than is comfortable. The Sam story is wretchedly uncomfortable, but still one of the key cogs to my own story. If I should live so long! (really).

    Susan G Holland

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    Ever curious, I wonder, I ask, I probe, I learn, I write. A grateful 80-something, still discovering the brand new day.