Skip to main content

Post Rosh HaShanah Wrap up

Means lots of ironing.  Three of the table cloths in this stack that I ironed today are heavy linen . The pink one is relatively small, 52x 70 inches but the others  are  larger, I think 90 and 120 inches respectively. The cotton cloths are not all that difficult to iron.  The linen cloths  take a fair amount of upper body strength.

ironing (1)

 

I also ironed the napkins we used during the holiday as well as  other decorative cloths.

ironing (2)

 

I was also very touched to use this embroidered cloth. My sister embroidered it while she was in high school.  The kit had been purchased by a friend of my mother’s who died far too young from cancer.  After Ruth died, my sister got the cloth.

 

It was a big undertaking.

abi's cloth (1)

The design was a fairly standard one and was sold  in kit form for decades. This cloth had the design printed on heavy linen. It’s more common to find more recent versions printed on cotton or a cotton poly blend.abi's cloth (3)

 

I love the elegant satin stitching on the lettering.abi's cloth (2)

 

My sister’s work is beautiful. The design, less so.

 

We used the cloth a few times for Shabbat after my sister finished the embroidery and then hemmed the cloth.  I think my mother just couldn’t manage ironing the cloth on a regular basis. 

As for the meals served on the table cloths, they were delicious. But, even better than the food was spending time with people we love.

 

Blowing shofar was, as always, a powerful experience.  After I was finished I realized that I was shaking. And yes, the sound was loud and sharp and pure.

 

G’mar chatima tovah.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

מְחַיֵּה הַמֵּתִים

  וְנֶאֱמָן אַתָּה לְהַחֲיוֹת מֵתִים: בָּרוּךְ אַתָּה יְהֹוָה מְחַיֵּה הַמֵּתִים   You are faithful to restore the dead to life. Blessed are You, Adonoy, Resurrector of the dead. That particular line is recited at every single prayer service every day three times a day, unless you use a Reform or Reconstructionist prayer book . In those liturgies instead of praising God for resurrecting the dead God is praised for  giving life to all.  I am enough of a modern woman, a modern thinker, to not actually believe in the actual resurrection of the dead. I don't actually expect all of the residents of the Workmen's Circle section of  Mount Hebron cemetery in Queens to get up and get back to work at their sewing machines. I don't expect the young children buried here or  the babies buried here to one day get up and frolic. Yet, every single time I get up to lead services I say those words about the reanimating of the dead with every fiber of my being. Yesterday, I e...

Barukh Dayan HaEmet - Blessed be the True Judge

In 1986, when I first began working for my synagogue, one of the volunteers was a teeny little Austrian woman. Ida was so little and cute, you could swear you could just put her in your pocket and carry her around. Ida also babysat for a little girl  in our community. When I saw the two of them running around together and laughing as if they were both four, I knew that when I had kids, Ida would babysit for my kids. In order to be sure that Ida would take care of my oldest, I told her I was pregnant at the same time I told my mother. Soon after my oldest was born,  Ida was ready. She was silly, but she was also Austrian. She had her rules. She would care for a child only until they could walk. She felt that she was too old to chase children. She would work only twelve hours a week. The baby had to be fed, dressed and ready to go out when she showed up. Ida's rules made sense. It taught me, and my oldest, the value of having a schedule. Ida and ...

Two funerals and a birthday

 I know that it has been a while since I posted. We went to Boston last weekend to celebrate the bar mitzvah of a family friend. I may post about the weekend in a different post. Two disparate topics in one post is all I can manage today.  Yesterday was a busy day and filled with big emotions. We began the day at the funeral  of a young man who was a Hebrew School classmate of my older son's. I had such fond, fond memories of the sweet, funny, kind and exceptionally bright young man who also had terrible struggles. I kept remembering the young man both  as a delightful child full of promise and the suffering that he and his family have been through for the past many years. I sat with two women whose children attended preschool with the young man. We three held one another in our sorrow. Yesterday was also my husband's birthday. My husband is not someone who wants things.  When we were  at Bingo---the kosher version of Costco I spotted a large package of ste...