Cynthia Berger
Midge’s Mom and my Mom are first cousins (their fathers were brothers) and very close. Their names were Anita Katz and Harriet Katz, and in high school they were known to their friends as Pussy Katz and Kitty Katz. (With no post-James-Bondian irony whatsoever.)
Midge and I were also close friends, and as girls we attended the same school (the MacDuffie School in Springfield). We were both notoriously bad at gym class—my mother liked to say, “You could sprain your thumb playing tiddlywinks!”--and we endured mocking comments on our report cards from the stern female gym teacher. When we were together in the halls at school, Midge used to introduce us by saying, “We’re the Katz cousins: Klutz and Clumz!” Then she would execute this amazingly graceful, ballerina-like arabesque. It always got a laugh.
Midge’s Mom and my Mom are first cousins (their fathers were brothers) and very close. Their names were Anita Katz and Harriet Katz, and in high school they were known to their friends as Pussy Katz and Kitty Katz. (With no post-James-Bondian irony whatsoever.)
Midge and I were also close friends, and as girls we attended the same school (the MacDuffie School in Springfield). We were both notoriously bad at gym class—my mother liked to say, “You could sprain your thumb playing tiddlywinks!”--and we endured mocking comments on our report cards from the stern female gym teacher. When we were together in the halls at school, Midge used to introduce us by saying, “We’re the Katz cousins: Klutz and Clumz!” Then she would execute this amazingly graceful, ballerina-like arabesque. It always got a laugh.