Heading out to my grandson’s Bar Mitzvah in Minneapolis calls up memories of all those family gatherings in the past. Joyous mayhem on the deck in Berkeley with my beloved brother-in-law cooking up a drunken storm. Events on 83rd street that featured fleshy, perfumed women competing over the baked goods…And most of all, those enormous banquet halls in the outer boroughs with the round tables and the children running wild. What are your memories of family parties? Tell us a story.
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I,too, remember those drunken storms but from a young girls eye view. I thought is was hysterical when I walked into the room to see fresh pasta hanging from the curtain rods and every other ledge available both inside and outside!
The light in the house was full of laughter and it was contagious. I felt it in my soul then and now when I think of that day.
Another very fond memory I hold close, is the family gatherings with my mom at the piano and my dad singing and on occasion he busted out the spoons!! This was the only instrument he played.
And always in his bathrobe! Your mom's gift for playing any song anyone requested on the piano was a huge feature. She could not be stumped and if she didn't know the song, she asked you to sing a few bars and then she'd play the whole thing off the top of her head.
I'm one of two Brits married into an Asian-American family, and we stretch from Sacramento to London. The one and only time a lot of us were in California together was a happy coincidence! Far-flung families can be a challenge, but not new to me as a Scot, since we travel everywhere. It's just how it is.
Those are two very different words, aren't they? Especially now when climate migration is a huge demographic change all over the world and only becoming more so.
I,too, remember those drunken storms but from a young girls eye view. I thought is was hysterical when I walked into the room to see fresh pasta hanging from the curtain rods and every other ledge available both inside and outside!
The light in the house was full of laughter and it was contagious. I felt it in my soul then and now when I think of that day.
Another very fond memory I hold close, is the family gatherings with my mom at the piano and my dad singing and on occasion he busted out the spoons!! This was the only instrument he played.
And always in his bathrobe! Your mom's gift for playing any song anyone requested on the piano was a huge feature. She could not be stumped and if she didn't know the song, she asked you to sing a few bars and then she'd play the whole thing off the top of her head.
I'm one of two Brits married into an Asian-American family, and we stretch from Sacramento to London. The one and only time a lot of us were in California together was a happy coincidence! Far-flung families can be a challenge, but not new to me as a Scot, since we travel everywhere. It's just how it is.
What's the origin of the Scottish love of travel?
Poverty. Lack of opportunity. And then it becomes part of the culture. It's not travel, but migration.
Those are two very different words, aren't they? Especially now when climate migration is a huge demographic change all over the world and only becoming more so.