What's a sandwich?
Two pieces of bread with something squished in the middle. (My mother-in-law ad 120 puts a slice of honey cake between her bread, but that's another story.) They call folks
in my stage of life, sandwiches. Thank G-d, we've got parents on one side of
our attention and children and grandchildren on the other. I guess we could feel
squished by the responsibilities of both, but instead of being compared to a peanut butter on toast or lox on a bagel, I'd rather think of myself as an overstuffed club sandwich with
delicious deli meat, pickles, coleslaw and Russian dressing - full and
flavorful.
I flew down to
Florida today/ yesterday/ today/ whenever/ the day seems confused, to visit my
dearest mother (may she live and be well until 120). It's my fourth time in
America since my family made Aliyah 25 years ago. My mother used to travel to
Israel twice every year, but it's gotten a bit harder for her lately. So, here
I am with my daughter in sunny Florida to visit "Bubby".
We hit the ground
running, dropping off our bags in her apartment and immediately attending two
programs in her senior residence - A Virtual Visit to Ellis Island and
Remembering Tin Pan Alley.
None of the seniors
in the room had come through Ellis Island, although they said their parents
had. Everyone had a story - the kid with an eye infection, the tailor who got
the name Schneider, etc.
Music-R-Us
The Tin Pan Alley program was supposed to have piano accompaniment. When the pianist didn't show, the lecturer was disappointed. Talking about Tin Pan Alley without music is kind of like going to an ice cream parlor that's all out of your favorite flavors. Everyone sat quietly as she spoke about the music of Gorge M. Cohan and Irving Berlin. This would not do! My sister and I began singing every song the lecturer spoke about - By the Light of the Silvery Moon, Over There, K-K-K-Katy, Give My Regards to Broadway, Yes We Have No bananas, Take Me Out to the Ball Game, Swanee and more. (They should hire us to perform.) Some other voices chimed in and we had such a rousing good time. The only thing missing was the beer.
The Tin Pan Alley program was supposed to have piano accompaniment. When the pianist didn't show, the lecturer was disappointed. Talking about Tin Pan Alley without music is kind of like going to an ice cream parlor that's all out of your favorite flavors. Everyone sat quietly as she spoke about the music of Gorge M. Cohan and Irving Berlin. This would not do! My sister and I began singing every song the lecturer spoke about - By the Light of the Silvery Moon, Over There, K-K-K-Katy, Give My Regards to Broadway, Yes We Have No bananas, Take Me Out to the Ball Game, Swanee and more. (They should hire us to perform.) Some other voices chimed in and we had such a rousing good time. The only thing missing was the beer.
Sitting together at a speech. |
B"H, I'm lucky
to be spending time with my Mom on her home turf, and I'm looking forward to
her next trip to Israel to visit her great-grandkids. Pastrami on rye, anyone?
Yummm.