As I started up my snow covered car today I was immediately transported back.
To the small kitchen in the 2nd story walk-up; right above The Loyal Order of the Moose on the avenue. I was standing at the casement window futzing with the little pots of herbs.
"It's going to be snowing for Passover Nana"
She chuckles. "Snow should be the only thing Jews worry about. It's weather, you walk through weather and don't question it. It's spring, it will melt quickly."
Oh how I loved her laugh, especially the little chuckles. Seemed just about anything I said delighted and amused her.
The car seemed to take on the color of that kitchen. My uncles had surprised Nana one Mother's Day by wallpapering the room.
"Oh my. This looks lovely. You're wonderful boys, thank you. Sit. Eat."
Later that night
"Nana do you really like the wallpaper?"
"Promise not to tell. They wanted to do something good. I love that."
I promised
"It's terrible. It's like the Chinese restaurant. Every morning I'm going to want an egg roll."
The scent of Jean Nate has been with me all day.
Have a good Passover everybody.
Even if you're not Jewish or religious or observant.
Nana would feed ya.
Walk through the weather.
Take the moment to recall someone who loved you.
