Today I look into the past and toward the future.
Into the past
This is my 500th post on this blog. On this festive occasion I would especially like
to thank my children:
- my older daughter, who, when starting her own blog (long since abandoned for other
worthy pursuits) also challenged me to blog;
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- my
son, who, having no qualms about comparing his mother to a cockroach, thought
of the name for this blog; and
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- my
younger daughter, who, having the soul of a poet, has provided several guest
posts, and is a loyal reader.
I thank my husband and my children for providing endless
material, and for putting up with me as I furiously jotted down their dinner
conversations.
I thank you, dear readers out there in cyberland, for
reading this blog that is often about nothing.
For me, writing here has provided a welcome diversion from the private
and unspoken challenges of our lives here in the Common Household. My very first post was about head lice, and I like to think that it has been all uphill since then.
Today is my Dad’s birthday.
I miss him.
Today is also Rosh Hashanah, the beginning of the Days of Awe, and the start of the year
5775. A palindromic year!
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| For a sweet new year |
In this post I would like to show you photos
of our beautiful, elegant Jewish New Year dinner last night, but I can’t. We had Chinese food my husband picked up from
the grocery store. (Chinese food is
appropriate on the Jewish holiday of Christmas, but not Rosh Hashanah.) This is because we were in a rush to get to the synagogue early. I was in charge of last night’s oneg, which
supposedly means “delight” in Hebrew, but actually means “a large amount of
cakes, cookies, chips, crackers, hummus, and other snacks served after a worship
service.” When I was growing up, this
type of event occurred at church every Sunday after worship, and it was called
“coffee hour.” But we never had hummus
at coffee hour.
Into the future
We did have some apples and honey last night and today, to
signify our wish for a sweet year. I
wish the same to all of you!
Very soon I expect to be a great aunt. ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Tomorrow I have a big work project due. So I’m off to try to get some sleep, dreaming
of wheat acreage. But, dear reader, I want to ask about your past and future. Did you attend coffee hour in your childhood? What snacks are in your future?
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| A note for Younger Daughter on Wednesday |
9 comments:
Thank you. I have never figured out how to pull off a big Jewish holiday meal properly. It is SO STRESSFUL. As another interfaith family, we have finally settled for having matzoh ball soup on Easter and we dip some apples in honey on Rosh Hashanah. Also, we light the menorah on Chanukah, being careful not to leave it too near the tree on those years that Christmas and Chanukah coincide. That is ALL I can handle.
1. I attended coffee hour every Sunday, outside when it was nice, in the church basement when it was cold or rainy. One of the redeeming facts about winter was that the Church Basement Ladies also prepared hot chocolate for the young'uns.
2. I don't know about snacks, but tonight for supper I'm making a giant pizza crust in my jelly roll pan, and everyone will have their own section to top at will. This means I can put as many veggies as I want on there without hearing "EEEEEW" and "WHY DO YOU RUIN PIZZA?"k
3. I love dreaming about wheat acreages, as they remind me of home.
4. You may blog about nothings, but they're important nothings that I always look forward to reading.
Congratulations on 500! It is also a tradition to have Chinese food on Christmas Eve (see movie, A Christmas Story). :-)
My brother and I went to coffee hour because our parents would drop us off at the First Baptist Church of Free Babysitting every Sunday. Later as a Presbyterian, I loved coffee hour for the fellowship (and the coffee). I am certain my youngest daughter came with me for the donuts (but also to hang out with her friends). :-)
There is so much interesting stuff in this post! Congrats on your 500th post! You made me look, and I'm at 509. I missed my big milestone. I'll have to keep my eyes open for the 1000th. In 8 or 9 years, maybe. No, i don't recall coffee time after church as a child. Possibly my parents drank coffee. I only remember going to the church book closet, er, I mean library after the service, and perusing the meager selection. Wishing you the sweetest year!
Oh my WORD… coffee hour was the bane of my existence. My mom decided when I was about 10 or 11 years old that she wanted to be in charge of organizing the cookies each week… which actually meant she handed me a list of 'volunteers' and I had to call them every week and figure out how to get 12 dozen cookies to the church every Sunday. How this made HER the cookie organizer, I'll never know. Her job consisted of hanging up the volunteer sheet and setting out the cookies everyone else brought in. I may have a little bit of post-traumatic stress about this situation, and it may actually be the root of me not ever wanting to call people now...
(1) Congrats on your milestone!
(2) Happy New Year!
(3) Poor Sarah!
(1) Congrats on your milestone!
(2) Happy New Year!
(3) Poor Sarah!
I think our church had a coffee hour but I don't ever remember going. For me, "coffee time" means about 5 pm at my parents house. When my mom was younger she always had something wonderful she'd baked to go along with the coffee --she always said she couldn't have her coffee "dry". Since I attended college (and grad school) in the same city where I grew up, I would bike over to my parents frequently for coffee time. That was a wonderful time.
Congrats on 500, and I hope you all have a very sweet year too :-)
Happy New Year!
I'm glad you have this blog.
500 posts!
Coffee in my church tradition has always included donut balls.
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