My Father's Meat Grinder
My grandfather was a butcher in the old country, in Kamenets-Podolsk, Ukraine, and also in New York when he emigrated at the turn of the twentieth century. All his life my own father had a feeling for meat, and this dominated our kosher household. Meat and blood were powerful images throughout childhood. This essay is part of a longer work that I have been writing about a number of objects in my parents' home.