Amedeo Modigliani Red Nude

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had electives to fulfill, and I chose Spanish for one of them. Why Spanish? When you grow up in New York City, unless your parents keep you chained in your room, you have the benefit of being exposed to cultural diversity at its best. You are surrounded by the sights, sounds and smells of a multitude of people of diverse nationalities. I Jewish (!) woman, Mrs. Fassler. Thirty-four years after being in her class, I can still see her in my mind’s eye, barely five feet tall, blond, probably in her early forties and full of energy. It took no time at all to realize that Mrs. Fassler LOVED what she was teaching. She never confined herself to the textbook, although that was our lodestone. Even as neophytes grew up in a neighborhood in the Bronx populated by those of American, Irish, African and Hispanic extraction. Many of my friends were Spanish speaking (either Puerto Rican or Cuban), so it seemed natural to choose Spanish as a language to learn.My Spanish teacher was a teeny-tiny little