My great-great-great-grandfather Pierre Xavier Loesch was alive on January 1, 1900. Born in Luxembourg, the eight-year-old was ushered to the States in 1846. Because of him … I am benefiting.Read More
My grandpa wrote of his artistic calling: “All I ever wanted was to work at my trade and get paid for it. Fame and riches never figured in. … To the artist, there are things we have to do to survive and things we must do to live. The calling is not a gentle whisper but a shout…and once we answer that important call, once we get to do what we were meant to do and get paid to do it, there’s no going back! We have reached and realized our bliss.”Read More
It’s not nostalgia but my grandparents are on my mind a week before my film premieres in Chicago. Their workaday and artistic lives are rooted here.
My dad’s dad, Sol, was a first-generation Ashkenazi American, a gifted mosaic artisan…Read More
In 1972, Patricia Koval received a phone call from a friend — a religious sister — with whom she had taught. Sister Eucharista told Patti she was going to join a cloistered monastery. But she wouldn't say where or which order. Patti searched for her friend for almost five decades.Read More