An old friend of the family when I was a little girl was a gentleman names Jim who wrote for a livig and occasionally wrote articles for the New Yorker. He was a lovely and amazing man. So smart, so sweet, so very sad and damaged too. I hope he knew how much he and his visits meant to all of us. He wo
uld bring us presents and on the card he would write something like that : Cherry Mish Mosh. I was so impressed by his cleverness in using words!
While my family was Jewish (although just barely), we did have a Christmas tree every year. And it was a large! Sometimes it filled up two stories of our house. It made me love the holidays! I'm not sure whether I will get a tree his year, and if I do, it will be tiny (a Charlie Brown tree). Apparently the other Jewish families avoided our house over the holidays so they wouldnt have to hear their kids say "How come they get a tree and we don't?"
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!