The KoD and I were talking about the olden days, when we used to go to school, walking uphill both ways, barefoot in the snow….
My packed lunch consisted of a sandwich (usually peanut butter) and sometimes an apple. There was milk provided and tap water. KoD had pretty much the same deal.
Kids these days get a heck of a lot more, and if they don’t get what little Johnny gets they are upset. Their lunchbags weigh more than their schoolbags!!
So, please share what you used to take to school for lunch, and how many years ago this was…
(I went to grade school in the late 70s and most of the 80s)
I toddled off to Walmart today to buy some yarn. I am crocheting an afghan in pinks and purples and needed to replenish my stock of pretty wool. I had given most of it away before I moved down.
As I stood there mulling over the shades and colours and textures, another lady showed up with her grown-up (late teens) daughter, looking at the craft items nearby. I saw one gorgeous ball of wool – multi-coloured pastels, and picked it up. Another lady had come up to peruse the wool and asked me if there was any more of that kind as she had run out, and needed to finish her sweater. There were no more balls of that kind. I took mine out of my basket and handed it to her – told her that I hadn’t started anything with that particular yarn, and she was welcome to it.
The other women saw this exchange and just felt they needed to come and be a part of this conversation. The two older ladies started talking, and it happens to be that they were both from Trinidad. They started playing the Trinidad version of Jewish geography, and it was incredible to watch as a bystander. Turns out they grew up around the corner from each other and possibly played hopscotch together as little girls. Their faces lit up with joy.
The grown-up daughter was rolling her eyes at Mommy-dearest’s reminiscence, and started talking to me – how come I am a knitter when I am so young, isn’t it just for grandmas? She tells me how she doesn’t have the patience to learn. I told her to go to youtube and I am sure she could find a video to teach her in 10 easy steps. Her mom told her she needs to learn to cook too – and not wait for a man before she learns.
The moms and I chatted about kids and grandkids, boys vs girls, and had a pleasant 5 minute chat amongst the lovely yarns. Left me feeling all warm and fuzzy.
Sometimes in our every day hustle and bustle we need to just stop and experience a moment and see what it can teach us.
There was some discussion recently around our table about whether or not you can say Amen (lit: “truthfulness”) to a bracha (blessing) that you didn’t hear, but that you know has been made. There were opinions on the Yes side as well as the No side. The Yes side backed it up using the large shul in Alexandria as an example. Way back when in the mists of time, there was a shul in Alexandria that was so big, that the people in the back of the shul could neither see nor hear what was going on in the front of the shul, or on the bima. So, when the congregation needed to say Amen, apparently a flag was raised so that those who couldn’t hear knew it was time to say it. This, posited one of the boys, was the reason that we can say Amen to a bracha we didn’t hear.
On the other side, Amen is not a word to be taken lightly. Chabad.org, in an article on the laws of responding Amen, says that if you do not know which bracha has been pronounced, you are not supposed to say Amen. I always thought Amen was just another Hebrew word, but apparently it carries a lot of weight.
So, learned friends, I promised the boys I would ask my JewCrew for their knowledge to help us understand this issue.