Jody wiesel biography

MEMOIRS: ALL RIVERS RUN TO THE SEA, 1928-69 V. 1

September 10, 2016
A quick perusal of reviews found either those who generally liked it and said nothing of substance to substantiate why or those who criticized it for its nonlinear narrative and depressive tone. I've found it (at the halfway point) delightful, fair-minded, informative, and while perhaps more philosophical than most readers might prefer, he was a philosopher, a Jewish mystic, and the telling reflects the mind so beautifully. I found the prose often lyrical, unwrapping the tender youth with clarity but a certain compassion for self that the wisest of us gain for our youthful selves. The tone was conversational, often confiding in such friendly manner, that we were drawn into his circle as much by our interest as his yearning. I found the structure entirely appropriate to the linear development of his mind, even if individual events were teased and broken into sections. As a historical primary source, it's absolutely priceless.

Well Wiesel says of the writing he considers in his youth: “Of course, I could write my

JODY’S RACING SCRAPBOOK: THESE SNAPSHOTS COULD BE YOURS


One man’s motocross scrapbook is pretty much the same as anothers. They all hold gems from the past, precious moments lost in time.

We hope that a look at Jody’s old photos will remind you of your good old days. Take this photo above for example. Jody’s Hodaka Super Rat barely used any Hodaka parts. The shocks were by Arnaco. The leading link forks and two-inch longer swingarm were from Swenco. The radial top-end was from Eric Jenson. The seat was as small as it could be. The gas tank was an aftermarket fiberglass CZ tank. The fenders were from Preston Petty. The aluminum air filter canister, GEM reed valve and down pipe were all popular mods. The frame wouldn’t be used on a mountain bike today. As for the haircut…what can we say, it was the 1970s.


The transition from 1960’s motocross to the early 1970’s was a cool time. The leading link forks were a throwback to the 1960s, as were the quilted leather pants, but the Full Bore boots, Hallman Flip Visor, face fender, rubber flap on the front fender, Curnutt shoc

“My name is Judy (Weissenberg) Cohen. I was born and lived in Debrecen, Hungary with my large Orthodox family till I was 15 1/2 years old. We were seven siblings and my parents. I was the youngest. We lived quite comfortably, with other extended family members, in three separate dwellings, around a courtyard, with a huge iron door to separate us from the noisy street. The yard was full of my mother’s potted plants, the scent of which I can still smell in my dreams. This is where we always played. This was the eminently loving and safe world of my early childhood.

In the beginning of WWII, life for Jews in Hungary was not exactly a bed of roses, due to the multitude of anti-Jewish legislation and edicts under the Miklos Horthy regime. But our lives were not threatened. This uneasy calm was shattered on March 19, 1944. The German Nazis occupied Hungary and the Holocaust, with all its horrible ramifications, began for us Hungarian Jews. The pattern was the same as elsewhere in Nazi occupied Europe.

First we were forced to wear the Yellow Star, for specific identification pu

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