My friend KITTY mentioned that she’d like to hear some of the stories I make up for Hope. This got me thinking that I should try to keep a record of my ramblings. I wish my Nana had, she told the greatest stories and now I search my memory for them.
Hope wore the green for St. Patrick’s Day. When she got home from day care she visited our neighbors and tasted a bit of cabbage and then she came home to hang with Nana.
We spend a lot of our time in the kitchen. She can sit by the window while we chat.
Hope’s ethnic heritage is diverse. She’s Irish, French, Russian, African, Native American, Greek. Roman Catholic, Jewish, Baptist, Greek Orthodox.
Being the child of the universe that I am I often tell Hope stories that blend these cultures.
After asking her how she liked cabbage – I’m guessing from her face that the answer is “not so much” – we talked about the little shamrock pin and the little Star of David pin.
It seems that the shamrock was boasting about how she got to go out and go to parades and parties while the Star of David pin remained in Nana’s jewelry box. The star pin reminded the shamrock that it wasn’t kind to tease people and told the shamrock that Passover was coming and she too would be celebrating. This made the shamrock stop and think.
”What do you do on Passover?” the shamrock asked.
The Star of David talked a bit about the Seder.
It was at this point that the Easter Bunny and the gold cross asked when Easter was. The shamrock was excited because she knew it was April 4th and she also knew that both Catholic Easter and Greek Easter were on the same day.
”We don’t get to eat twice?” the gold cross asked.
”Oy!” the Greek Cross exclaimed. “We can get together and eat any time. You kids are so silly at times.”
Then all the little pins got together and made a pact to celebrate with each other all the time.
The end is always punctuated with a “ta-da” from Nana and much applause from Hope. I love that she enjoys clapping and she’s very generous with her praise.
She watches my face while I speak and sometimes reaches up to touch it or she pats my hand while I hold hers.
One of my most vivid memories of my Nana is her telling me how “wide open and wonderful” the world was. How people were “so much the same, they love their children schmutz face and they want to be happy.”
And on we go …
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This is not a paid for post. Neither seller even knew I would be mentioning them. I simply like to support small businesses and crafts people.