Saturday, August 20, 2016

When Someone You Love Becomes A Memory; Ami Unger Shilton


We stood for each other at our weddings, but really we stood for so much more during those years since we met as five year olds at a birthday party.

As best friends often do, I fell for you head over heels. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun, as they say. All because I spilled grape juice on your white party dress, remember party dresses?

We inspired each other, too young to know it at the time. I owe you my first fall on the ice and the desire for many more ahead. You learned that a city girl could pee outdoors, carry a “trudie stick” and like it.

Life is fickle, sometimes cruel, surprising and some kind of wonderful. As we shared everything, giggling behind school books and later telephone lines, I never thought that I would find a time when we weren’t there for each other.

As adults we drifted in and out of our lives. Trying to find where we fit, if at all, in the chaos that comes with marriage, kids and careers.  We watched our families change as our parents did and then finally leave us, not knowing how quickly we might leave ours.

After almost three years, I’m finally ready to allow the tears roll down my face for you, Ami. Mostly, I am ready to embrace the memories that could only come from almost 50 years of who you are. I love you still and thank you for entering my world with your party dress and big heart.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

A Woman of Valor; Yesterday Brings Today

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“She was a Survivor” I heard the Rabbi say.  It hung in the air as I sat there on the wooden pew with my family around me - my cousins to my right, their mother, Mania Feldman in the simple, yet beautiful casket, in front of us.

“A woman of valor” he went on, referencing a passage in the prayer book. As I sat there with his words surrounding me, I realized that he wasn’t just telling us about the yesterday of Mania Feldman, mother to Cyl, Renee and Nancy. He was speaking of my mother, the mothers of my other cousins in the room, all mothers to the children of holocaust survivors.

These women – “The Aunts” as I called them – these women sought each other out after concentration camp. Each one with their own story of horror, of survival, of valor. They found each other, bonded together and scratched out lives that only excepted today and tomorrow. They survived.

I heard stories of my Aunt Mania that told of her strength, her love, her unapologetic frankness, and of course her stubbornness. I thought of that stubbornness for a while.  As each one has passed (only my Aunt Toni is left) we’ve told stories that embraced their stubbornness. Never ashamed to admit that in the all too many eulogies, when most offer only glowing praises and kind memories, we speak of these women of valor and their stubborn streak with pride. Because that is who they were, and how they were.

When the Germans came to take them away, Mania did not run or turn away, she went. “Mania went off with them like she was going to a dance” I can still hear my aunt Toni say with a small laugh.  I can’t imagine it any other way.

There are just so many stories to tell, so many I heard on this day. Each one made me reflect on the mettle that these women were made of and how my Aunt Mania represented them. Her actions weren’t rude, they were honest, they spoke of love for us and for life – mostly they spoke of what she had been through and what she wanted for today.

The day after my oldest brother was born, my mother left him in the hospital and walked to the next town to be present at Mania and my Uncle Joe’s wedding.  Wide eyed I asked, “You walked?” thinking how I could barely stand at that same 24 hour interval after my first child.  “You walked”, I repeated. “Yes, in the snow. I was terrified”. Terrified that they left the first Jewish baby born at the end of the war in a German hospital. She was not terrified for herself, because she had been through much worse; she was frightened for the future that was born less than 24 hours prior.

I asked why she did it. Did my father force her to attend his sister’s ceremony? She looked at me with sadness and strength simultaneously and replied, “It wasn’t just your daddy’s sister. It was my sister.” Then her voice got a stubborn edge to it as she told me “We didn’t have anyone else but we had each other and we weren’t going to let that go”.

It was their stubbornness that took them from hell, carried them through life, until their day in heaven.  And Mania, was the leader of the pack, as if she was going off to a dance.



Sunday, March 22, 2015

Allow your child, and yourself, to put things within reach.

The Greatest Game on Earth (Financial Foundations Book 1)

"Just as in the natural world, in the money world, there are many pieces that are all an important part of the whole. No one way is better than another, they are all vital to the health of the system."

The author, Tammy Johnston, does an excellent of taking us on the path of a strong financial future. Through the "Financial Foundations Summer Camp" we learn how our world is interconnected in so many ways, including our financial world. Further, lessons focus on balance to maintain health and happiness as we grow and improve.
As we learn new things Janice Blaine's illustrations take you through scenes of intelligent spider monkeys living in the trees and large herds of zebras as an example of groups working together to accomplish goals.
With tips and questions, Johnston makes sure you are not only equipt to play the game, but that you got game!

Friday, December 5, 2014

Be Outrageous With Your Descendants

I found this while clearing paperwork and other items from my parents home. I've no idea who wrote it, who sent it or why they kept it. Regardless, I was happy to find it and share it.

Why Older Mothers Have a Tough Time 

 If we are concerned,  we are over protective;
   if we are unconcerned, we are neglectful.
If we nurture generously, we are smoldering;
   if we nurture less, we are withholding.
If we are successful, we are intimidating;
   if we are unsuccessful, we are poor role models.
If we are available, we encourage dependency;
   if we are busy ourselves, we are detached.
If we offer advice, we are controlling;
   if we refrain, we are disinterested.
If we phone, write or visit often, we ae pests;
   if we don't, we are thought uncaring.
If we give or loan money, we engender resentment;
   if we don't give or loan money, we are cheap.
If we help with their tasks, we are drudges,
   if we don't, we are considered lazy.
If we lover our husbands or lothers best, we put them first;
   if we love descendants first, we have no life of our own.
If we put ourselves last, we have no self love;
   if we put ourselves first, we are narcissistic.
If we hide our needs, we are martyrs;
   if we reveal our needs, we are demanding.
If we provide for our old age, we are selfish;
   if we don't provide, we are burdens.
If we pitch in, we question their competency;
   if we don't pitch in, they question our competency.

If all of this is true, we might as well
  do what we wish and do it OUTRAGEOUSLY!

    -- Author Unknown

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Of Puppy-dogs' Tails

Snips and Snails and Puppy-dog's Tails
They say that Man plans and G-d laughs. Oh, did she ever!


I planned and planned. I spent my whole life planning to be a Mom.

While other little girls played house, I mapped out my family. There would be 4 children; the first 2 would be two to three years apart (only one in diapers at a time, thank you very much!). Later, when the perfect ones had started school and my house was a little calmer during the day, I would birth the next set, also 2 - 3 years apart. I never even noticed the chuckle from above as I drew our perfect family in 2nd grade art class.

Being a child of the sixties meant that change was all around me. Stay-at-home-moms weren't de rigueur any more.  Women were expected to do it all. You know, bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan and never let you forget you're a man (with apologies to Peggy Lee and Enjoi). I also saw that amongst the working Moms were the divorced Moms - all of which were expected to be all things to all people. This is when I decided I would be Boss Mom. I didn't know what I would do, but I would have my own business, make my own schedule and be able to juggle it all with ease. I'm sure the day's thunder was to drown out the laughter from over head.

Time passed, I got married, I had my first child, I started my own business. All in all, I was pretty happy in life. The girls were 3 and a half years apart and the plan was in place. Of course girls have their own ups and downs, they can be like kittens clawing at each other one minute then the very next curled up together and inseparable the next.

As more time passed, the plan started to fray at the edges a bit. The kids were all in school and the marriage ... well, you know... things change. 9 years and one husband after the last birth, little Bamm-bamm came into our lives.  And the laughter turned into a roar.

Episode 1: How to Lose a Sleeping Baby


Our little bundle of boy could not crawl yet, but it is amazing how far they can get without crawling.  You put them down at one end of the crib and when you come back, they have squirmed their way to the opposite end, waking up with a gentle cooing and giggling at their happy toes.   At least that was the plan. 

I entered the brightly painted nursery, fully expecting to find my little baby boy in his crib on the mattress, under the watchful eye of the musical mobile's farm animals.

Instead, I found an empty crib. No big yawn and blinking eyes greeted me while I stood there dumb founded, wondering if I had left him in the playpen downstairs. Am I that forgetful? Yes, I concurred and ran downstairs. Still no baby!

Could I have left him at the school with the other children? After all, sleep deprivation is a nasty animal. No, not possible - I wasn't even at the school this morning. The once perfect children had boarded the school bus hours earlier (I hoped).

Dashing back to the room, I saw the mattress move, ever so slightly, but it moved - I was sure of it. Lifting the mattress up for the first of many times I found Bamm-bamm. He had unbelievably lifted the mattress and crawled under it creating his own fortress of nap. My tears of relief and joy were met by his gassy expulsion and laughter, also the first of many times.

This was not the plan. Did I hear someone laughing?

Cys Bronner's resume holds the various and extremely impressive titles of  Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Author, Speaker,  Entrepreneur, Social Network/Community Builder, and lover of all things cycling. When she is not trying to save her sanity by thinking 3 steps ahead of her kids or the rest of the family, you'll find her with her 2 dogs and a cup of coffee. Come to think of it, you'll always find her with a cup of coffee.




Monday, June 30, 2014

Ain't it the truth?!

“Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.” ~Doug Larson

Friday, May 30, 2014

Stay On Track

"The chief cause of failure and unhappiness is trading what you want most for what you want now"
  - Zig Ziglar