Brought the ones on the left to Ada as a Seder gift.
They were $10 apiece for one day only at Kremp Florist. Julie was my server and wrapped em in gold foil.
Finished my short story Washer of the Dead. My friend Freda read it and said I should take it easy. No more story writing. She has a cockamamie idea I'll lapse into mania again.
I had two poem ideas so I worked on em today. You'll find them - all 14 of you - at blog's end.
Bob Bendesky sent me this photo of one of the largest gefilte fishes ever caught.
And of course we served it with
So, the CEO of Cooper initiated the practice of having Gefilte Fish in the cafeteria during Passover. Even though he's passed on, the tradition has been continued.
How did he and his wife die?
You guessed it. Read more.
Speaking of blood and gore, a similar event took place this past week in Bryn Athyn. Both Ada and my mom, who both live nearby in Huntingdon Valley, heard the whir of helicopters, those pesky reporters come out to report on the tragedy.
Read about it here.
The Passover Story also includes violence. Remember "the killing of the first-born male?" God said he'd do dat if the Pharaoh didn't let the Jews go free.
Finally, Moses got the Pharaoh to "let my people go."
Here we are crossing the Red Sea. Gosh, I was so scared because I can't swim, I was only 7 you see, but the waves parted and we got to the other side, and then Mommy and Daddy said I was so good I could watch the movie Kitt Kittredge, which I thoroughly enjoyed. It was fun sitting next to Edward bc he and I were raving about the food.Matzah Ball soup she made from a mix, same as my mom's, the knedlach were light as a feather
We put Farfel in it.
Apple and Something Pudding.
Delicious tzimmes with prunes, carrots, sweet potatoes
I brought the kids one creme egg apiece, but the beagle "Matches" ate one of em, wrapper and all.
Ada and Rich bought them
Easter Bunny Lollipops. The kids mentioned they'd seen the Easter Bunny at the mall and the Bunny was a lady.Yawn! Yawn! It was time to say good night.
What a great time we had.
ONWARD INTO SPRING
Feet
propped up
on
the sun porch
I
view the
winter-weary
grass,
sprinkled
like
paprika
with
last year’s
maple
leaves
as
I read an
exciting
passage
in
the white-covered book.
Nigerians
are
queuing
around the
block
of the American
Embassy,
wanting to
emigrate
from their
blood-spattered
land. Will she
be
chosen? So many
people
lie. She practices
what
she will say, with the
man
behind her.
I
have only an hour to finish
before
my book club meets
at
two-thirty
when
I hear them.
Flinging
book on table
I
stand up and stare out
the
screen.
It’s
been months since
I’ve
seen them. Months and
how
I’ve missed them.
Six
or eight
bound
across my yard
the
sound like
flapping
sheets
drying
in the wind
I
watch
white
tails up
with
optimism
of
the newly-
born
spring.
Which
antlered one
has
sired little ones
growing
now
in
mama’s womb?
FAREWELL TO THE
SNOW
We
are
sick of snow.
We
who
have fallen
or
slid or banged an elbow
or
even a young friend
who
come out of his
house,
slips, is knocked
out
silly, and his wife finds
him.
Dead?
Just
stunned.
Still
my
heart goes out
to
the piles of snow
that
drop by drop
lose
their once
fearsome
personality
that
has killed many
a
man
Heaps
once gray
as
storm clouds
over
Nazi Germany
blackened
by the
outpouring
of
the
noxious gas
of
Cadillacs, Ford trucks
or
Toyotas who come
visit
from New York.
The
sparrows
never
sat atop
heaps,
knowing
better,
simply
wintered
in the
painted
bird box
outside
my
snow-dappled
lawn
meditating
upon
their
long ancient
history,
dreaming
they
were feathered
fliers
huge as whales
sixty-five
billion years
ago,
who dreamt they
were
tiny sparrows
living
in bird houses
in
front of Ruthie’s house.
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