WILD STREAK by Maggy Anthony Chapter Four

In some ways, sleaze and Bohemia lived next door to each other in San Francisco in the late 1950s. Allan hung out in the low life bar on Haight, but was neither a low life nor an alcoholic. He was a vet, just out of the Army in Germany, and going to school on the …

WILD STREAK by Maggy Anthony Chapter 3 cont’d

In the meantime I had my life as a gangster’s moll. My film noir life. It began to get complicated. I finally realized that most of the other girls were prostitutes. I didn’t mind. It was good material. I saw a different side of life. The underbelly. The John Garfield-Humphrey Bogart-Robert Mitchum side. I pretended …

WILD STREAK by Maggy Anthony Chapter 3

( I left off writing this particular blog in July of 2014 as a move, an illness of someone close to me, and general chaos in my life precluding me writing a blog for a few months.) Shortly after the Reno earthquake, experienced during my sorority initiation, another major earthquake occurred, this one an emotional …

DESPISE NOT THE ASHES cont’d

Meanwhile, in the midst of all the work at the Institute, the children and I continued our exploration of the city of Zurich. As I’ve previously written, I particularly loved the Niederdorf section of the city, which was built from medieval times. The children always begged to be taken to the Grossmunster Cathedral, which was …

DESPISE NOT THE ASHES: A MEMOIR cont’d

Sam and Betty Eisenstein and I became good friends, and Sam began to have a dream of producing the first literary magazine ever at the Institute in Zurich. He worked hard on it, and I contributed a story as did many others, some in the class and some not. It debuted as “Garuda: A Journal …

DESPISE NOT THE ASHES cont’d

In addition to Dr. Hillman’s class, not all the classes took place at the Institute. One of what turned out to be my favorite classes was the class on Sandplay, given by Frau Dora Kalff, the “inventor” of it, at her house in Zollikon. I had to take the train to get there, a short …

DESPISE NOT THE ASHES: A MEMOIR cont’d

Analysis with Dr. Fierz was different from my previous experience with analysis. For one thing, tea was often served with a lovely silver tea service by a woman I took to be his housekeeper. Dr. Fierz and I would sip tea together from exquisitely thin china cups as we talked. Very often, when I would …

DESPISE NOT THE ASHES: A MEMOIR OF THE C.G.JUNG INSTITUTE

Another holiday treat was the children’s theater, which this particular year of 1972 was “The Snow Queen”. This is my favorite Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale, read to me by my mother when I was home sick with tonsilitis frequently. I got tickets for the four of us and we went. It was beautifully produced …

DESPISE NOT THE ASHES: A MEMOIR cont’d

In order to attend classes at the Institute, it was highly recommended, even insisted, that one must be in analysis. It was thought, rightly I believe, that much of what was being studied might bring up issues that were possibly hitherto unknown to the individual. One class I took, along with several other women with …