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Laura Hendrickson

Critique my short story

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Of course! I'd be happy to help with that. Please go ahead and share your short story, and I'll provide you with some feedback.

Laura Hendrickson

I remember Grandma. The orange kitchen. The orange plates, napkins, hair, clothes. Orange was her color and orange was her. Once she knitted me a thick, orange sweater, with long orange fringe on the sleeves and around the collar and bottom. It was way too big for me, but she was practical and said I would grow into it I never appreciated that sweater when I was a kid, I mean, who wears orange? Just when I was ready to wear that sweater, I lost it. My stepmother discarded it along with all of my other stored items when dad died. How could she? How could she? But back to grandma. we called her the Balla Busta: Yiddish for a ball buster. Red hair (orange, really) with two other redheaded sisters. Born on the lower east side of Manhattan. First generation from poland. She met my grandfather, Charles Saul Heilser, when she was 15 and he was 16. She fell hard for "saul" they married two years later. Young and idealistic, they moved from the lower east side out to Brooklyn's jewish ghetto, Williamsburg. From the walk-up they began their lives together I don't recall exactly what grandpa did for a living at that time; it was inconsequential to their story and their lives, but it was a few years later, in his early twenties, that he somehow got himself hooked up with the plumbers. How he ended up being the organizer for the first plumber's union, going on to building that union, is a mystery to me I don't have all those details and I'm not sure it matters. What I know was that grandma fought along side him for over 10 years as they built that union. They were threatened, possibly even with death, as they stood up for the workers there. Grandpa was a charismatic man: I always heard how the men loved him, how they really would follow no one else, but that he could not be anything more than an "organizer" in the union, never the president or any other office, because he was Jewish. Still, he held his head up high. He always had grandma to tell someone off when they would criticize him or discriminate. You'd get a piece of her mind. They built that union with the help first of the communists, but to become more legitimate, they ended up making deals with the democrats, and most likely, the Italian mafia. In fact, over Sunday dinners grandma told us all that if we every voted Republican, she'd kill us. It was the Democrats who stood for the workers, the Democrats who made their union legitimate; those republicans want to abuse and take advantage of the workers. She would have none of it. Grandpa was elected every two years. So even though he made good money, and were able to move out of Williamsburg out to the beach at Far Rockaway, they never lived in anything bigger than a one bedroom apartment. That was just in case he would lose an election, so they kept their overhead low. He never lost an election until one year for some reason, some political coup occurred in the union and he was ousted from his "organizer" role. Grandpa sat on the couch for two years, devastated. What else could he do? Flaming, fiery grandma, picked herself up and went to work in the sweatshops to save the family. She stole milk to feed her babies. She survived; she made sure they all survived. I wonder why this story about grandma is so important to me? I have always wanted to write about her, even though grandpa was the person everyone admired. He got the credit for what he did for the American worker, but we all knew that without grandma, he could never have accomplished this much. It reminds of a quote from a 13th century Japanese Buddhist sage, that goes something like: "women support men and then in turn cause men to support them". Grandma did that. She had the strength, resiliency, and grit to support someone as powerful as Charles Saul Heisler. In turn, he took care of her even after his death, even sending one of his union official friends, Sam to comfort her and who she would marry as her second husband. I wanted to be like grandma and to some degree I am. I am certainly not the child-like, dependent personality my mom is. Although mom is a strong survivor: beauty and charm enabled her to be taken care of by the richer, dominant men of the New York social register. She wasn't like grandma though; she tore my father down so much that he had to leave her for a woman more like grandma. I was able to grab grandma's strengths and work side by side with my husband to build a Buddhist organization in Northern California. He and I are partners, and now we can be credited equally. We dance the dance of soul mates, weaving in and out of each others shortcomings, filling in the gaps like water flowing through crevices to build something from nothing. But back to the year grandpa lost the election. I was a child then in the late 60s. I remember the conversations among my parents and their siblings: what are we going to do? how will grandpa survive this blow? Fortunately it only lasted two years; he ran again and was re-elected and never lost again. For over 40 years, Grandpa took care of his men, they took care of him and grandma was the strong foundation for them all.

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Thank you for sharing your short story. You've created a vivid portrait of your Grandma and her impactful role in your family's history. Here are some thoughts on your writing:

1. Vivid Imagery: The detailed descriptions of Grandma, the orange sweater, and the family's background create a strong visual image for the reader.

2. Emotional Depth: The emotional turmoil faced by the characters, especially Grandma and Grandpa, adds depth to the story. The feelings of loss, resilience, and family unity shine through.

3. Historical Context: The incorporation of historical events such as the formation of the plumber's union and the political landscape adds authenticity and depth to the narrative.

4. Themes of Strength and Resilience: The thematic exploration of strength, resilience, and the interdependence between men and women in supporting each other resonates powerfully throughout the story.

Overall, your short story effectively captures the essence of family dynamics, historical challenges, and personal growth. Keep refining and expanding on these elements to further enrich your narrative. Great job! If you have any specific aspects you'd like feedback on or any questions, feel free to ask.

Laura Hendrickson

Can you add more to the story

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Expanding on your story, you could consider including more details about Grandma's day-to-day life and interactions with those around her. For example:

1. Childhood Memories: Delve deeper into Grandma's childhood experiences growing up on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Explore how her upbringing and early struggles shaped her strong and resilient personality.

2. Relationship Dynamics: Highlight more interactions between Grandma, Grandpa, and other family members to showcase their bonds, conflicts, and moments of unity. Dive into specific anecdotes that illustrate their complex relationships.

3. Grandma's Challenges: Detail instances where Grandma faced specific challenges in her fight for workers' rights and how she overcame them. Show her determination and courage in the face of adversity.

4. Legacy and Impact: Explore the lasting impact Grandma had on future generations within your family. Reflect on how her values, beliefs, and actions continue to shape your own identity and relationships.

By expanding on these aspects, you can enrich the narrative further, providing readers with a more immersive and compelling story that resonates on a personal and emotional level. Feel free to incorporate any additional details, memories, or reflections that you believe would enhance the overall storytelling experience.