It's hard to believe that a year has passed since I wrote my first post here, a speculation on whether Freud ate kosher. It's been quite the wild ride since then -- a statement that might surprise those who think that genealogy is boring. But if you use the term family history -- emphasis on family -- and realize that family historians deal with people who are alive and/or who
Freud and dogs
Freud Friday: Freud’s Last Dog (It’s Not Who You Think)
Talk about shaggy dog stories. I thought my series on Freud & Dogs -- see Part I, A Case of Late Life Puppy Love; Part II, A Dangerous Method (If You Fear Dogs) for background -- was finished. In Part III, I described how Freud escaped to London from Nazi-occupied Vienna with his chow, Lun. It's a sad last chapter of Freud's life. Lun was quarantined for several months and
Freud & Dogs, III: Princesses, Pups & Playwrights
In Part I of this series, I discussed Freud's late life arrival at puppy love, including how my great uncle's butcher shop provided meat for Yofi, Freud's culturally Jewish -- if not observant -- chow. In Part II, I talked about the role the family dogs played in Anna and Sigmund Freud's psychoanalytic practice. Here I explore Freud's final months in Vienna and the final