Years ago when our son was busy studying his bar mitzvah Torah portion, we were busy planning the celebratory luncheon that would follow the service. (See Ghostwriting in the Family)
We picked the restaurant, selected the menu, made up the guest list, and sent out the invitations.
We invited family of course, our friends and our son’s friends, old college classmates, long-time neighbors, and business colleagues of my husband and teaching colleagues of mine – all the communities that were so meaningful to the three of us. And accordingly we drew up a seating plan for the luncheon.
And then on that joyous bar mitzvah day we went from table to table thanking all our guests for coming. And altho I felt close to everyone gathered in the room that day, it was the table where my teaching colleagues were sitting I felt I best belonged.
This is a tribute to Pussy Riot,
Artists as Activists, who believe their punk performances
are civic and moral responsibilities to fight all oppressors
of freedom today (particularly Putin and Trump)
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A few years ago my husband’s college roommate Ken invited us to join him on a trip to Normandy. I had a bit of a hassle replacing my missing travel documents, but eventually all was resolved. (See The Purloined Passport)
We flew first to Paris where we visited with family and friends, then rented a car and drove to Caen where we met Ken, and for the next several days immersed ourselves in World War II and D-Day history. And as we expected, we found our time in Normandy both very educational and very emotional.
Towards the end of our stay the two men decided to go to another of the several Normandy museums in the area but I wanted to spend some time in Bayeux to see the celebrated tapestry, and so I went alone.
There I found the 230 foot long tapestry mounted behind protective glass and encircling the walls of the Bayeux Tapestry Museum. An excellent auto-guide took me through the 58 scenes, embroidered with colored yarn on the tapestry’s 9 linen panels.
Thought to date from the 11th century, the tapestry depicts the events leading up to the 1066 Norman conquest of England and the British King Harold’s defeat by Duke William of Normandy at the Battle of Hastings.
I was captivated by the tapestry – the pain-staking work of the artisans who wove it centuries ago; the imperative at the time to record the historic battle in art; and the story of how the tapestry survived and was preserved.
When we left France we took with us a clearer understanding of the events of WW II and what happened in Normandy, and I left with a deeper appreciation of my father’s part in the war. (See Captain)
And I also left with the story of another battle – one fought in Hastings ten centuries ago, and immortalized in the extraordinary work of art I saw in that lovely museum in Bayeux.