"In 1933, I was five years old. My father had died in 1931, and my mother was finally able to come to grips with the fact that we should move from our four-room Beck Street apartment in the Bronx, to a smaller apartment that would cost less."
"I have a new routine. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, I take the T to Boylston Street and walk over to Tufts Medical School to take part in a study."
"I grew up in a small apartment that had a real French watercolor painting on the wall, along with two small Dutch oil paintings, a marble bust, a China closet filled with cut glass, and expensive mahogony furniture." (Fragment)