Episodes

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Oct. 31, 2024

Episode 31: Curiosity, Passion, and Legacy: Martie McNabb and Paul Szauter Discuss Influential Life Stories

Hello, everyone. I’m Martie McNabb, coming to you from my mom’s basement. Today, I’m thrilled to share an incredible conversation I had with Paul Szauter, a man whose journey and work are both deeply inspiring. So, a while back, I embarked on a project called “Our Community in 30 Things.” I reached out to a group of 14-15 people, asking them to contribute objects that represented parts of their life stories. One of the first people to volunteer was Paul. He brought a particularly fascinating obj...
Oct. 24, 2024

Minisode 22: Nostalgic Cuisine: Jezra Kaye Reflects on Family Cooking and Cherished Kitchen Gadgets

When I was 19, my mom had a major cerebral aneurysm. It was a life-changing event, not just for her but for all of us. Despite the struggle, she lived many more years, although different from before. Reflecting on those earlier days, she used to cook for our family of six every single day—my dad, herself, and us four kids. Interestingly enough, cooking wasn’t her passion. It wasn’t her creative outlet. She was just a good, plain cook who got food on the table for us. What she did love, though, ...
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Oct. 17, 2024

Episode 30: Preserving Voices: Gloria Nussbaum’s Passion for Personal History and The Beatles

Look & listen as my guest shares part of her life story through her collection of Beatles albums & other memorabilia. Gloria spoke of her childhood in western New York, under the stern gaze of a Mennonite community where dancing was just a distant dream, yet the scaffold for her future vocation was set in those silent prayers and reflections. The thread of her narration spun from past to present, unveiling the foundation of “Reel to Reel,” her labor of love dedicated to capturing personal stori...
Oct. 10, 2024

Minisode 21: A Family’s Legacy Through a Turkey Platter featuring Toni Franco’s Story

Growing up & still living in my childhood home has always been a blessing, and every time I step into this kitchen, countless memories flood back. This isn’t just any kitchen—this is my mother’s kitchen. It didn’t always look like this; back then, there were no cabinets, but there was always a washer and dryer. Sure, it was a little messy, but it was well-used and filled with love. My mom, an Italian American, never wrote down a recipe. Everything she made, from meatballs to holiday feasts, had...