Yesterday around 4:30pm I was asked to meet a family member on their way home from work. I was told that there was something very "time sensitive" to give me. Well I figured it must be some sort of holiday plant, perhaps a mini tree, as we both have interfaith families & celebrate the season in that manner. Much to my surprise what was insisted I take home right then & there & transport very carefully was one of the most beautiful menorahs I've ever seen-- the doves, the multi colored child sized hands, what a beautifully loving gift. Our son who traveled in from Syracuse the other evening to be with our fam.* over the holidays, he, my husband & I did a late night Chanukah Candle Lighting Blessing, as this menorah beckoned to be lit for the first time."Chanukah The Festival Of Lights"--- What an exciting joy it was for me as a child. My own children of course have a much different experience of Chanukah. Each generation has their own stories. I can still see mine in my mind's eye & heart. How about "yaz", all those childhood memories? The beauty of our lit menorah's, the latkas, playing dreidle, the grandparents, aunts, uncles & cousins before many of us moved so very far away. No matter where we were living-- the connection to our people-- families & friends in the present & those of the past, glowing in our hearts with the beauty of our lit menorahs to this day.
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