THE HYBIRD

“We don’t have those trees where I am,” she said pointing.  “Are they sycamores?” she asked me. 

What my daughter’s mother-in-law does not understand is that her question took me back over 45 years ago to when I finished high school.  What my daughter’s mother-in-law does not know is that I took an aptitude test after I graduated high school because I had no idea what I wanted to be.  The top recommendation came back – “botanist”.  

I grew up in a small walk-up apartment in the city   I had no experience with plants  and could not envision myself spending my life grafting vegetation to create new species

I have long since left the city and I have become an avid gardener.

I knew enough to look up at the leaves.

“No,” I answered. “They are maple trees. See the leaves?”  

  “Oh yes,” my daughter’s m-i-l said.  

But the tree trunks looked like army fatigues so I googled the tree up.  Lo and behold these were sycamore maple trees.  

Our shared granddaughter was sitting in between us.  I leaned over to Linda. “ The trees are hybrids just like our granddaughter,” I said.  “Look!  June has your nose and my hair!”

THE YIZKOR CANDLE by Jacqueline Becker as it appears in MSK anthology

 

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     It was time to light the Yizkor, or memorial candle.  We traditionally light it during the week of shiva, or mourning.  We light it at sundown just before we light the four major holiday candles.  We also light it on the anniversary of the death of a close member the family.  The candle represents the soul.  Yizkor is the command verb to remember.  It would translate into:  “He SHALL remember.”  Remembering is imperative in our religion.  The candle is meant to burn a full 24 hours. 

    When our department took our supervisor out to celebrate her retirement, we went to a small, lovely Mexican restaurant.  It was late afternoon and the staff began to light the candles on our table.  My colleague-friend, Debbi, looked at me and I looked back at her.  We were the only ones who understood.  We burst out in laughter.  We could not hold back as the tears streamed down our cheeks.     To be continued tomorrow…

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The Joys of Having a Granddaughter

When I was a young girl, I used to love boys’ toys:  railroad sets, construction sets, building blocks, toy trucks.  But I always got dolls and doll related toys – as hand-me-downs from my older girl cousins.

Well, having a grandson satisfied my desire for boy toys.  I bought every kind of truck out there.  Was I buying them for him or for me?

Now that I have a granddaughter, I am back to dolls.  She loves to play with her brother’s toys.  But the look in her eyes when I showed her how to make a paper doll said it all!  We go through all my stuff, we design, we cut, we paste.  We spend hours together and well, we enjoy the girl thing we share!

HOMEMADE ANGER MANAGEMENT: SWEET LITTLE HONEY BEAR BLOWS HIS/HER STACK

I was taking care of my grandson because he was home from school.  He was not sick but he had pink eye.  We agreed that he would play on his computer on his breaks from math work, writing, and reading.  But he did NOT WANT to do school work.  And he is very dramatic.  And he is manipulative ( because he is smart).  And he wants to be in control  (because he is smart).  And he LOVES to complain (because he is smart and he knows an adult can only tolerate so much).  And once you open the door to expressive freedom, it is hard to stop what everyone knows is coming next.  Only I wasn’t in the mood for the dramatic temper tantrum and I was not going to placate it.

Instead, I offered him tea with honey.  We used up whatever honey was left in the jar.  It was one of those honey bear jars.  And I got an idea.  I told him we were going to to do something fun.  We searched the apartment for baking soda and vinegar.

We washed the honey bear and dried it.  We filled it halfway with baking soda.  We took the little plastic piece that modulates the flow of the honey and put the lid back on.  With the lid open, I poured th vinegar into the little hole.  AND SWEET LITTLE, CUTE LITTLE, HONEY BEAR BLEW HIS STACK!

“Now every time you have to do work, we will the honey bear blow his stack, instead of you blowing yours,” I said. And so  the honey bear and some simple chemical reaction became our anger management tool!

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