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One post---many topics

 Sorry folks, lots of topics to be covered in this post. I hope that I can keep it all coherent. If it isn't  coherent I'm sorry.


Today is my mother's 11th Yahrzeit.




This is my favorite photo of my mother.



I found it in her college-era wallet after she died. My mother is leaning against her dear friend Devorah  who I cropped so I could just focus on my mother's face. I don't know of another photo where my mother looks so completely at ease and joyful. I remember the camelhair coat from my earliest childhood.


I am posting more photos of snow for the benefit of my relatives and friends in Israel or in other warm weather places.



I love the snow on the fire escapes.



Luckily the fire escapes weren't needed while the snow was deep on the metalwork.

 

I loved seeing how deep the snow was on the tree branches.




During the worst of the storm people were walking in the middle of Broadway.




By the next day that was no longer possible.







I just noticed that traffic is travelling downtown on the uptown lanes of traffic-- this was Tuesday.



I just loved how the snow caught the sun. 



Snow capped water towers with a bit of steam.





I ran some errands on Wednesday and loved the trees on 93rd Street.


 During the snow I did more work on Tim's atara.





I am most of the way through the last word.



There is something about being the youngest child. You hear about things that took place before you were born and they become part of you own history of who you are. I am a third child and the mother of a third child.



Early in my marriage I bought us a Kit-Kat clock to hand in our kitchen. One of my husband's pre-marriage roommates was something of a character. She painted one of the kitchen walls in a horrible mix of colors (vomit green, Pepto Bismol pink and beige) that she declared "art". It wasn't art. Until we could paint the Kit-Kat clock gave your eye an amusing spot to rest your eyes.


Eventually we painted. The Kit -Kat clock remained until we found that roaches loved the nice warm interior that was heated by the electric motor. We regretfully tossed the clock. 


This Chanukah my youngest bought me a new battery operated Kit-Kat clock. I finally installed it this week.




Tonight we are having a guest. I am just posting a photo of dessert.



It is a clementine and almond tart, decorated with some blackberries. There may be a sprinkling of powdered sugar before serving if I remember to guild the lily.



Shabbat Shalom and enjoy Purim.






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