And as the bits of flame still flickered from the almost-done Chanukah candles...
On this 5th night of the holiday...
She was reminded of a time long ago....
In her childhood home...
Of the small living room in the 100 year old house....
(This was long before "OLD" was considered 'chic'!)
Of the family TV and the TIN-FOIL, all scrunched up and re-used, placed beneath the menorah by her mom in some sacrosanct moment of willful reverence...
of the smell of her Bobbi's (Zichrona Livracha) famous Latkes...
Greasy and Gigantic and SUPER FATTENING...
but..........OH SO yummy...
Of her Mom and her Bobbi peeling potatoes and grating them 'til their hands were chapped and red....
of her Dad(Zichrono Livracha) ,in his big, red, velvet chair....
listening to his favorite Chazanim.......
singing those old, liturgical songs on the record player....
She thought of her brother, Mike, (Zichrono Livracha)....(Yup..Him too.....)
surrounded, as it were, by girlfriends...There were always teenage girls visiting Mike at home...
What she wouldn't give to be back there again.......
swaddled into that Mellifluous and Cozy Blanket of
Unenlightened Parenting and Cemented Tradition....
She was reminded of all those times she'd heard people saying that,
"You don't know how good something is until it's gone..."
And in this moment of Pure Nostalgia, she wept...
Tears of Anguish....of Longing.....of Missing those integral people...
Those Beautiful People...
And so it went........
On this 5th night of the holiday...
She was reminded of a time long ago....
In her childhood home...
Of the small living room in the 100 year old house....
(This was long before "OLD" was considered 'chic'!)
Of the family TV and the TIN-FOIL, all scrunched up and re-used, placed beneath the menorah by her mom in some sacrosanct moment of willful reverence...
of the smell of her Bobbi's (Zichrona Livracha) famous Latkes...
Greasy and Gigantic and SUPER FATTENING...
but..........OH SO yummy...
Of her Mom and her Bobbi peeling potatoes and grating them 'til their hands were chapped and red....
of her Dad(Zichrono Livracha) ,in his big, red, velvet chair....
listening to his favorite Chazanim.......
singing those old, liturgical songs on the record player....
She thought of her brother, Mike, (Zichrono Livracha)....(Yup..Him too.....)
surrounded, as it were, by girlfriends...There were always teenage girls visiting Mike at home...
What she wouldn't give to be back there again.......
swaddled into that Mellifluous and Cozy Blanket of
Unenlightened Parenting and Cemented Tradition....
She was reminded of all those times she'd heard people saying that,
"You don't know how good something is until it's gone..."
And in this moment of Pure Nostalgia, she wept...
Tears of Anguish....of Longing.....of Missing those integral people...
Those Beautiful People...
And so it went........
