Author Archives: Edie Jarolim

Redheads, Resistors & Red Light Districts, 1: Valerie Oberndorfer-Kornmehl

Redheads, Resistors & Red Light Districts, 1: Valerie Oberndorfer-Kornmehl

Freud’s Butcher is the gift that keeps on giving. Just when I think I’m about finished with the story of my maternal grandparents’ family, another member turns up. This time it is Andreas Oberndorfer, grandson of Valerie Oberndorfer-Kornmehl and nephew of my second cousin once removed, Bruno Oberndorfer-Kornmehl. My newfound Viennese relative appeared out ofContinue Reading

Dayenu: A Kornmehl Reunion in Vienna

Dayenu: A Kornmehl Reunion in Vienna

Dayenu: It would have been enough. That phrase, repeated as a refrain in a Passover song that offers a litany of thanks for blessings piled upon blessings, has been going through my head sporadically since last October, when I gave a talk at the Freud Museum in Vienna. It’s been an amazing journey, albeit oneContinue Reading

The Wedding Photo

The Wedding Photo

It all started on a Facebook group I belong to: A posted photo of a Holocaust victim who had committed suicide rather than be captured by the Nazis led to a larger discussion of the topic. Somehow, I hadn’t realized that many Jewish women and men took their lives, either to avoid being taken orContinue Reading

Mystery Adoptions & Cryptic Crypts: Finding Cousin Erika

Mystery Adoptions & Cryptic Crypts: Finding Cousin Erika

UPDATE: I was wrong. I hate that — especially since it means the mystery of Erika remains unresolved.  What happened? Sometimes I think that if I wait long enough, relatives will turn up to resolve all my genealogical issues — or at least clarify them.  The original post, below, posited that two childless members ofContinue Reading

Freud’s World & A London Reunion

Freud’s World & A London Reunion

There’s been a lot going on behind the scenes in the Freud’s Butcher universe, but it’s like the proverbial tree falling in the forest: If a blogger doesn’t post about events, did they really happen? They did, and they will–and here’s the proof. Psychology Today I’ve made many forays into discussions of Freud’s life —Continue Reading

Martha Solonche (1948-2018), May Her Memory Be a Blessing

Martha Solonche (1948-2018), May Her Memory Be a Blessing

This blog has become the occasional home for memorial pages of the recently departed who are not necessarily related to me, as well as the long departed who are. Its Jewish focus makes it particularly apt for the tributes to my friend Martha, who was a rabbi’s daughter and went to the Stern College forContinue Reading

Writing Challenge Wrapup: Black Sheep & Single Genealogists

Writing Challenge Wrapup: Black Sheep & Single Genealogists

As the 2018 Family History Writing Challenge comes to a close, I observe that I solved a few mysteries; came up with several more; and reaffirmed the importance of genealogists who pass along stories rather than genes.  A Divorcee and a Bastard (That’s A Technical Term) It seems that my great uncle and aunt, AdolfContinue Reading

What’s Freud Got to Do With It? An Earlier Look at My Family History

What’s Freud Got to Do With It? An Earlier Look at My Family History

In this home stretch of the family history writing challenge, I’ve been thinking about a time when I dipped my toes into the dark sea of my parents’ past–and then retreated. The Second Generation Revelation It was the late 1970s. I was working on a doctorate at NYU and seeing a therapist, Mildred,* for anxietyContinue Reading

My Father’s Story: Remembering Paul Jarolim

My Father’s Story: Remembering Paul Jarolim

It’s the 23rd day of the Family History Writing Challenge and I see no reason to leave my father out; after all, he’s 50% responsible for my genes and 100% responsible for my name. His sister, my aunt Edith Jarolim, was my namesake. More relevant to this challenge: He had almost literally the same historyContinue Reading

Commemorating Rita Rosenbaum

Commemorating Rita Rosenbaum

George Washington would have been 286 years old today. My mother would have been 105. The robbing of George (and, to be fair, Abe) of his own holiday in the face of the national commerce fest called President’s Day happened in 1971 but for the rest of her life, my mother was annoyed that herContinue Reading