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Mary Goldhammer

Mary Hartman Goldhammer was born mid-century (“do you really have to know the year?”) in Detroit, Michigan, to where her Hungarian father and grandparents (from her mother’s side) immigrated in the early part of the century.  Mary was an only child but had lots of cousins who she’d see nearly daily.

Mary’s grandmother kept a strictly kosher home, but would happily indulge her granddaughter’s love for matzoh ball soup by sneaking her into the kitchen for a hot bowlful right before she served the dairy meal in the dining room.  (Mixing dairy and meat during the same meal is a kosher taboo.)

Mary studied anthropology at the University of Michigan, and then headed west to San Francisco, degree in hand.  Being the “hippy” that she was, Mary went to Haight-Ashbury hoping to find nirvana, but realizing it was past its prime, she moved to Eugene.  Her first job was as a dishwasher (at People’s Café), and she spent some time living in a commune.  She eventually realized that communal living wasn’t for her, because she “really liked [her] own ‘stuff.’”  Mary moved to Portland the following year, went to P.S.U., got a master’s degree in special education, and taught for 30 years.  She met her “real” husband (“the first one didn’t count”), Harry, while both were organizing a teachers strike that never happened (“the best strikes are those that don’t happen”).

Mary and Harry have two (“terrific”) children, both of whom are now in their 20’s.  Mary believes that in each generation, there’s always one member of a family who draws the family together.  Mary’s Aunt Pearl was the one in Mary’s mother’s generation.  In her own generation, it’s Mary, whose friends in Oregon have become part of her family.  Mary loves to cook and entertain, and most of all, she loves to draw people out of their usual way of thinking by asking a scintillating question at her dinner parties, held at least once per month.

Some of Mary’s evocative questions include “How much is enough?”; “How did you turn out differently from the way you planned to be?”, and for couples — “which one has moved more to the other’s ways?”  Mary’s not quite sure why she loves to probe and ask such questions.  One of the last lucid statements her mother made before she recently died was “Mary’s nosey” (said with great affection, of course!).  Mary likes to think of herself as “just curious.”

Lunch/Dinner

Hudson’s Maurice Salad

Mary’s favorite salad, from Detroit’s main department store — Hudson’s (now closed) greens tossed with a special dressing, topped with julienned ham, grilled chicken, swiss cheese, chopped eggs & gherkins

Chicken Paprikash

a slightly different version. . .slow-cooked chicken, braised with lots of sautéed onions & paprika, served with spaetzle (tiny dumplings) & seasonal vegetables

Dinner

Stuffed Peppers

two whole peppers stuffed with ground beef, rice & onions in a rich tomato sauce, served with smashed red potatoes

Dessert

Lemon Cheesecake

in a vanilla cookie crust, with strawberry sauce & whipped cream