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Childhood memories

September 28, 2008

 

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When I was a boy, I travelled a great deal. My family wasn't in the Armed or Diplomatic services. I guess they were just adventurers, peripatetic wanderers, refugees, gypsies.

These are pages of random memories, without any real conclusions, just snapshots of stuff. I drew them from old family albums with a dip pen and india ink, painted them with watercolors. If you can bothered, click to enlarge the pages and read the captions.

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My maternal grandparents (Gran and Ninny) were German refugees and were married in Rome. Mussolini threw them out in the mid 1930s.

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Then they escaped to the part of India that became Pakistan (after World War II and Partition). My grandparents were doctors and they remained in Lahore for thirty-five years. My great-grandparents had also fled Germany and joined them in India, but later moved to Palestine. My mother (Pipsi from Püppchen or 'little doll' in German) and my uncle grew up in Pakistan, then went to boarding school and university in England.

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I was born in London and first went to Pakistan when I was two. Of all the places I'd lived till I came to America, I always thought of Pakistan as home.

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The long voyage to Lahore, via plane or ship, was always an event.
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Snake charmers and bear trainers came to our house to perform for me.
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Lahore was always bustling.
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We moved to Pittsburgh when I was five, then Canberra, Australia when I was six.
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At nine, I moved back to Pakistan alone and lived with my granparents for a year and a half.
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Then we moved to a kibbutz in Israel.
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I went to a public school and became fluent in Hebrew. I also got my first job, at a slaughterhouse. When I was thirteen, a week before the Yom Kipur War, we moved to Broooklyn.

Comments

I love this series. A few years ago I started drawing from old photographs, though the images didn't have the narrative I really wanted. Most have gone on and taken the stories with them. Lately I've also been thinking about 'my story' and the places and people I've encountered along the way, wanting to get it down on paper. Until 16 1/2 years ago I never stayed in one place more than a couple of years...
You have always inspired reflection and humor with your posts and drawings, and now I'm really inspired to do something like this too.

I love your drawings!
I recently purchased two of your books and have been enjoying them along with a new passion for drawing.
PLEASE consider South Florida for a future workshop and or reading/signing.
Books and Books is a great indie book store "chain" down here. There are three.

That was a fascinating trip, Danny. Thanks for sharing it. So the snake survived to fight another day? Kind of like World Cobra Mongoose Wrestling?

Karen

What a wonderful series of journal pages. I loved the snake charmer and the bustling town of Lahore pages particularly. I recently had trouble finding photos of my homes since birth for the beginning of an illustrated memoir - I want your fabulous photos instead!

Much, much, much more interesting and satisfying than talking politics!!

What wonderful drawings of an amazing childhood! I was especially struck by how like Jack Tea you look in the drawing of you when you went to Lahore alone to live with your grandparents...


Wonderful drawings, and a remarkable series of locations that is a poem in itself.

I love Canberra more than most Australians do, but it could use a little Lahore sometimes ...

I love the noodly journaling and the humor brought forth in remembering the past.
I bought a box of old sepia photos from an antique shop a couple of years ago with designs on resurrecting the strangers with made up stories of my own. You've rejuvenated me into action. Thanks!

Heartwarming. This should be a book!

I hope this material will be expanded into your next book!

Amazing.

Not only the illustration and stories, but the fact that had such similar upbringings.

That watercolor map you painted could have been mine:

Karachi Pakistan to The Hague Netherlands to New Canaan Connecticut back to Karachi to Houston Texas to Jubail Saudi Arabia back to Houston. All before I was 13.

Shoot me an email and we'll compare cobra stories.

I'm looking forward to THIS book Danny! And as brief as your time in "the 'burgh" was, I'm proud to have you have a fellow ex-Pittsburgher.

Danny,

I love these pages, you sure have had an interesting life. What a wonderful way to capture that time in your life. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Kate

My grandmother left her heart at the Khyber Pass. She was secretary to the first president of Pakistan and became the head of a women's college.

I loved this post...so interesting. It reminded me of why you inspired me to start journaling in the first place.

I had to laugh when I read that your mom's nickname was "puppchen"... so was mine!

They say that drawing from pictures produces flat drawings but these all are all vibrant and lively drawings! Love the style!

Danny, really enjoyed these and am looking forward to your book. There is something powerful about paying homage to our childhood. Remember how the days stretched on and on and it seemed as though we had FOREVER to be young?

I painted the stuff and ephemera of my childhood and got to show my dad how much we appreciated our childhood because I took the time to draw and paint it in little pictures. You inspired me. Dad took a lot of pictures, so I have a ton of inspiration to keep going.


Then there comes a time to look to the future too, for health. I'm sure that Jack will look back on these years with love and appreciation and admiration for you, his dad, because you know how to celebrate what is important. What a legacy.

1. wonderful drawings
2. jam-packed life in your first 13 years.
3. Since I read your posts backwards, starting with the me time and how you're struggling with trying to fit all your 'to do' dreams into your pint-size 24 hours, it strikes me that you must feel this urge more than most of us. It's how you were raised, how you began your danny-ness. I think that's why you have and can accomplish so very much! Thanks for taking us along for the ride.

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