I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.
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Betty Smith
Betty Smith, née Elisabeth Wehner (December 15, 1896 – January 17, 1972), was an American author. 2Biography Smith was born Elisabeth Wehner on December 15, 1896, in Brooklyn, New York, to first-generation German-Americans. At the time of her birth the family was living at 207 Ewen Street (now Manhattan Avenue). At age four they were living at 227 Stagg Street, and would move several times to various tenements on Montrose Avenue and Hopkins Street before settling in a tenement at the top floor of 702 Grand Street that served as the basis for A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. As a child she made great use of the then-new public library on nearby Leonard Street. Smith attended PS 49 through fourth grade before transferring to PS 18 and then finally PS 23 in Greenpoint. While some sources report she attended Girls' High School, her biographer reports that she was obliged to quit school by her mother to help support the family, as her alcoholic father worked only sporadically. Smith became an active member of a social service center on Jackson street called the School Settlement Association, and it was likely there rather than her apartment that the tree grew which gave name to her book. It was there that she met her husband, the coach of her debate team, George H. E. Smith, a fellow German-American whose family name had been changed during WWI from Schmidt. These experiences served as the framework to her first novel, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1943
I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
And that’s where the whole trouble is. We’re too much alike to understand each other because we don’t even understand our own selves.
I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.
Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn, New York.
Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.
I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that…
She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much
I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
ho wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It's growing out of sour earth. And it's strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way.
Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that…
I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.