Gideon Loewenstein may be my new "best friend". You know, the kind you had when you were in elementary school. The person who was suddenly there in your life and very important. Gideon, has not let me go since the phone call I made to him (out of the blue) after finding his name on a patent that my father created. He was so warm that day that when I found him on line and then called information for his phone number. I like the world where Gideon lives. It has kindness, beyond civility. He emails me every once in a while and lets me know he is thinking of me and asks how I am. After mom died he emailed that I should "be strong". I like that phrase from an architect.

This is how old I was when Gideon last saw me. 

This is me with my father in 1968. I love the way that Bob is showing me the block. Shape, space, square, form, I don't know what he was saying, but as a child I loved to hang upside down and imagine that I lived on the ceiling and that all the door frames were benches.

I want to address Gideon as Mr. Loewenstein, but he signs his emails "Gideon".
It is challenging for me when kids call adults by their first names. I am more accustomed to it now, but our children call most people "Auntie" and "Uncle". It helps, but it  is inaccurate. I  miss the comfort and design of decorum and manners that provided my (false) sense of security that the world had an order to it. An order that could be defined with short words, unfortunately Ms. wasn't one of them..

Bread and roses,
Bob's Daughter