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By age 89, Mrs. Yonata Feldman had suffered many years of serious illness; and travel to the various institutions where she taught had become impossible. Her work of treating patients and training professionals in the treatment of emotional problems went on, however. It merely moved to her living room.
Students in analytic training, and supervisors and faculty in the various schools of social work where she served as a faculty member were happy for the privilege of continuing to study with her and made the weekly trip to her home, sat close together around an aluminum folding table, and tried to talk loudly enough to be heard by her. “You know,” she would say, “I'm a little hard of hearing, but once I do hear, I never forget a case.” And just for proof, she would inquire about one of our cases she had supervised years before, remembering it in detail.
As we grew older together and wiser with her, she always seemed to grow younger with us. She continued to astound us with her insight, her willingness to annex new information to an already prodigious store, and to let reign with her dry and ready wit. As her illness progressed and hospital stays became more frequent and longer, she reluctantly and apologetically gave up her regular classes, but granted special appointments when she was able. She had come home from the hospital only a few days before I called for an