Cooking by Bobbi

          “Hey, hey, good looking. Whatcha got cookin’? How’s about cookin’ somethin’ up for me.”

          As a child, the only person in our home who did all the cookin’ somethin’ up for us was my Bubi Kate. (Bubi means grandma.) She and my great uncle, Yenny, lived with us. Katie wanted that small kitchen all to herself, and the only time I was allowed in was when she needed help with washing and drying dishes.

          She never made knishes which were Jewish fare, and we never had any pork. We didn’t dare.

          Katie and Yenny were from Hungary so we never went hungry. My mother never learned to cook until Grandma Kate died.

          A short history of my family is needed here in order for my story to be clear. Kate and Bela were from Hungary and met in Philadelphia. Love, marriage, and two daughters later, but they had to leave for Colorado or Bela’s lungs would crater. Tuberculosis had taken hold so Go West Young Man, they were told.

          So they settled in Denver where my mama Sallie was born in 1897 and Bela started a picture frame factory out of their home and it was like heaven. But Bela’s health continued to go down and he needed help in the business so he asked one of his brothers in Hungary to come to this town. Uncle Yenny came, learned the business, and when Bela died, he took care of Kate and raised the three little girls.

          When Sallie married Harry, my sister was born. Sallie was five months pregnant with me, and things got harried with Harry. Harry was an attorney, got into legal trouble, left town, ended up in Canyon City Penitentiary. This all caused Sallie’s bubble to burst.

          That’s why Bubi Kate and Uncle Yenny came to live with us.

          While cleaning out my Mama’s home, I found a wonderful cookbook. It’s called Famous Cook Book and was written in 1916 by the Ladies Auxiliary and given to Temple de Hirsch in Seattle. Pages 147 and 148 have Ham recipes. Baked Ham No. 1, Baked Ham No. 2, and Baked Ham and Eggs. Wonder if they got into the Dr. Seuss craze.

          My first husband, Nonny, from Brooklyn, was a pretty good cook but I struggled along with a cook book. My second husband, Max, did not cook so I learned from a Jewish cookbook. It’s called Love and Knishes and I made many good dishes.

          Alas, the Sprue has hit my gut, so I am gluten free, BUT I’ve learned to cook gluten free and my partner, Linda, has mastered gluten-free zucchini bread and other sweets so my life now is just full of treats.

About the Author

Bobbi, 82, a native Denverite, came out at age 45. “I’m glad to be alive.”

Closet Case by Bobbi

I was 14 and in love with Claire, we would kiss on the couch, then in a chair, then in the car, driven by Sis and what sister said stopped the kiss.
“You’re queer, you’re a fairy.”  These words really sounded scary.  So I decided to open the closet door and push back the feelings more and more.
At 17 I was working at my first job, in the records room at the Rose Hospital.  I met some girls from another department.  They asked me to go to lunch.  They had a car, put me in the back seat and I sat in the middle.
Connie was on my right.  When our shoulder touched my closet door opened.  Oh, oh, I was in for a fight with myself.  She was older and married, and even though my feelings weren’t buried, I never told her and never touched her.  I was there for her when she was ill and provided friendship.  That was my thrill.
I dated guys and had some fun and, hopefully, proved to my sister I wasn’t one of those words she called me.
At 19, I worked at Parke Davis Pharmaceutical Company where Betty was the bookkeeper.  She was from Kansas, had never seen a Jew, and thought I had horns.  I loved her for her innocence and told her I had corns, not horns.
Betty was beautiful, Betty was married, lived in Evergreen and my over feelings stayed buried.  My closet door was ajar but I never ventured out too far.
Three nights a week we worked late and I would take her home, up Coal Creek Canyon, as if she were my date.  I truly loved her from afar.  The distance between us on the front seat of the car.
Betty was my maid of honor when I married at age 21.  She never knew the love and lust I felt for her as we did the Coal Creek run.
A divorce, therapy, another marriage, therapy, a college degree, therapy, writing and producing theatrical shows, therapy, two children, therapy.  How many clues does one need?  I finally became a therapist with a creaking closet door. 
Estes Park, and International Gestalt Therapy Convention, I had no intention of what would happen next.
The only woman’s workshop, Wow!  “Bisexuality” was the title, wow.  It helped to open my closet door and I was never the same.
At the age of 45, I felt alive.  No more closet, no more door.  I was a lesbian forevermore. 

About the Author

Bobbi, 82, a native Denverite, came out at age 45. “I’m glad to be alive.”

An Ode to a Toad by Bobbi

Oh, Dr. Laura, now you’re
mistaken
I was married but not
forsaken.
I met my first woman-love at
45;
Oh, how good it was to feel
alive.
Now Dr. Laura don’t be cruel
At 14 I loved a girl.
I know that someone gave me
a hex;
‘cause I fell in love with
the wrong sex.
Dr. Laura, I really pouted.
“Fairy, queer” were words
they shouted.
Oh, God, help me because I’m
Jewish
And I shouldn’t do anything
so foolish.
Oh, Dr. Laura, I took some
pills.
Wish you had been there to
cure my ills.
Then I decided to be a phony
And marched down the aisle
to matrimony.
Dr. Laura you’d be so proud
In my white gown and what a
crowd!
As I was walking in that big
room
I was smiling at my …..
Oy vey, it was my maid of
honor, not the groom!
Oy, Dr. Laura it was a
blast,
But the marriage it didn’t
last.
For 20 years I tried
another;
After all a Jewish girl has
got to please her mother.
Oh, Dr. Laura get a clue.
You want families
I do too.
And I’ve got one to name a
few:
Max, Jeanetter, Karen and
Pete, Spencer, Rawls, Goobers and
Beebles, Gary, Daric, Frick
and Frack, Julie and Robert, Todd and Papa,
And my sweetheart of 13
years: Linda, Linda.
And Dr. Laura, We Are
Family!
So, Dr. Laura, get a life,
girlfriend.

About the Author

Bobbi, 82, a native Denverite, came out at age 45. “Glad to be alive.”