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Growing Up in The Middle East
Growing Up in The Middle East
Everything looked strange in the snow, the branches of the big trees
weighted down, front yards as crusty as birthday cakes.
A classic winter nor’easter was making its way up the coast: the
Christmas Eve 1966 Snowstorm. The day before had been my
thirteenth birthday. Philadelphia began to experience blizzard
conditions in the early morning that worsened after nightfall. The
storm featured thundersnow, which produces heavy snowfall rates
in the range of two to four inches per hour. Peering out my iced-
up bedroom window that morning I imagined for a moment the
opening chapter of a kids’ book about a mishap in a
confectionery, leaving the baked goods deluged under high
mounds of white frosting.
* * * *
I was eleven years old and about to enter a new phase of my life.
In the fall I would start junior high school and my family was on
the verge of moving to a different neighborhood. My father had
put our house up for sale in June.