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Shocked : my mother, Schiaparelli, and me
\"How does a girl fashion herself into a woman? In this richly illustrated intimate memoir, writer Patricia Volk juxtaposes her two childhood idols to find her answer ... the iconoclastic designer Elsa Schiaparelli and the author's own mother--to explore how a girl fashions herself into a woman.\"--Publisher's description.
HERS
''Humans value what is hardest to attain, dear,'' she said. ''How come you never had children?'' ''Your Uncle [Sid] never wanted children.'' ''Then how come you never worked?'' ''He wouldn't hear of it.'' Then she went upstairs and came down with a tazza. It was crystal, engraved in diamond point, with a trumpet-shaped foot. It bore no relation to our way of life. ''No, Aunt Ceil. Really. I can't.'' She glared at me over her glasses and said, ''You need a tazza for sweetmeats, dear.'' She wrapped it in a ''Hindenberg Explodes'' newspaper and we were off. Two years went by and we drove up with a baby. ''What are your neighbors like?'' I asked her. ''If you don't read the Reader's Digest, there's nothing to talk about.'' ''Do you read the Reader's Digest?'' ''No.''
Watch Your Step
The Rapchiks (Great-Aunt Gertie's best friends) had been planning a trip to the Seychelles for more than a year. It required rigorous planning, the purchase of esoteric travel books, library searches for back issues of travel sections of various newspapers, even a short correspondence with the British Embassy. Sophie Rapchik packed the disposable toilet-seat covers. Gus Rapchik packed the paregoric. Always the first in their crowd to try someplace new, the Rapchiks were ready. They flew, sailed, rode and walked. Finally, they were there. ''Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous in your life?'' Mrs. Rapchik said. ''Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous in your life?'' Mr. Rapchik responded. Weary but exhilarated, they unpacked their suitcases and pulled on their bathing suits. ''Where were you?'' my father queried him the following day. ''What happened?''
A FAMILY OF FIRSTS
LEAD: Those of us who read The New York Times Magazine know we'd better fill 'er up with high-octane wit at William Safire's station because it's nothing but High Seriousness for the next 100 miles or so. The exception was Patricia Volk's wonderful ''A Family of Firsts'' remembrance.
A Heaping Helping of Nostalgia
\"In 1888 a paternal great-grandfather brought pastrami to the New World. In 1916 a grandmother took home the trophy for 'Best Legs in Atlantic City.' My grandfather won the land for his house in a card game with Jimmy Walker and was eulogized in the New Yorker by E.B. White. My father invented the first Hydraulic-powered Double-sided Garbage Can Brush, the Two-sided Cigarette Lighter so you never have to worry about which side is up when you go to light, the first Illuminated Lucite Single-shaft Fender Guide, which clamped to your fender and facilitated nighttime parking by showing you where your fender ended, the first See-thru Wristwatch, and the Six-color Retractable Pen and Pencil Set. . . . My mother was president of the Junior League for Child Care. Everyone was a star in the family galaxy, even Aunt Gertie, whose husband gambled away her money, then died, leaving her to sell dresses at Sachs, not Saks. Aunt Gertie had perfect posture.\"
STUFFED: Adventures of a Restaurant Family
STUFFED: Adventures of a Restaurant Family PATRICIA VOLK. Knopf, $23 (272p) ISBN 0-375-41106-2
Book Review; A Family Whose Plate Is Deliciously Full
Not that life was always sunny offstage. Volk drops little bombshells into her prose with the precision of a pastry chef piping frosting flowerets: Her grandfather beat her father; her mother mandated clean plates and raised two sequential dieters; one husband died and left his wife without money; one uncle intimidated [Patricia Volk]. Even her beloved parents were capable of the kind of misstep that makes us wince. Dad had a string of objectionable epithets that he hauled out whenever Patricia moved too slowly on the tennis court or when her posture astride a horse was off. Mom found so much to fret about, all in the name of love, that it was hard not to worry along with her. Volk's family story begins with great-grandfather Sussman Volk, who introduced pastrami to the New World. On the other side of Patricia's family, the Morgens owned 14 restaurants, over time, including a temple to continental cuisine located in the heart of the garment district. That was where Patricia's beloved father worked; that was what the family called \"the store,\" where they sold swank satisfaction to their customers.