by Shelly Reuben on January 15th

For Samuel Reuben, words were like pebbles in a colorful and carefully assembled rock collection, with an occasional semi-precious stone ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 8th

My father, Samuel Reuben, was part of the War Effort during World War II. His Blinker Training Machine helped ..

by Shelly Reuben on January 2nd

There was a narrow closet in my parents’ bedroom in the big house in Glencoe; in that closet were stacks ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 26th

My father’s infatuation with spools, levers, cranks and switches continued to grow with the size of his family. One unforgettable ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 18th

At one time, my father invested heavily in weaving looms, which he sold at a profit. And dry goods, which ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 11th

My father’s inventions were not restricted to spools, batteries, metal clasps, and burglar alarms. Oh, no. I ..

by Shelly Reuben on December 4th

My father and I are the only members of our family unencumbered by university diplomas. Uncle Jack and Uncle ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 26th

The first picture I ever saw of a naked woman wasn’t in National Geographic Magazine; it was on a calendar ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 20th

Every letter that my father wrote … every unspoken remark before and after every raised eyebrow … every comment that ..

by Shelly Reuben on November 13th

“Samuel Reuben, Jr., your father.” That’s how he signed many of the letters he wrote until my grandfather died. When ..