Dear Holocaust Education curriculum creators, teachers and parents,
Do you know about Raffi’s Holocaust song? No one else seems to, either. If Raffi knows, he’s not telling.
“The Changing Garden of Mr. Bell.” You’ve probably heard it. It’s gorgeous. I found a YouTube clip of the whole thing (which might be illegal?), and I’ve typed the lyrics below.
Raffi didn’t write “The Changing Garden of Mr. Bell.” Janice Hubbard and Michael Silversher co-wrote it for an album by Parachute Express: Happy to Be Here (1991), and Raffi recorded a different arrangement on the humongously successful Bananaphone (1994). Millions of kids and parents have heard the song. But how many of us have really heard it? Continue reading
cross vine, spring bloomer
At breakfast, we looked out the window and discovered that the wild crossvine had bloomed (Bignonia capreolata). Every spring it crawls up through the evil winter creeper (a euonymous that would encase the house if I let it) and over the redneck wire fence that divides our property from the neighbors’. We abandoned our gluten-free, Marmite-covered toast and ran outside to see it. Continue reading
Dollhouse Purim teaparty
Kveller.com published my article on Converting Toys to Judaism. Do please read it at Kveller.com and leave a comment if you have ideas to share.
What does converting toys mean, exactly? It means we can use all the toys we already have, Jewishly. From Lego to play kitchens to Barbies to bath toys.
Here are a few more ideas and pictures I couldn’t include in the article, plus a few quotes.
“A Jewish toy is a toy that can accessorize a Jewish story.”
Torah and Bible stories, midrashim, folktales, holiday stories and the latest PJ Library selection can all be re-enacted or embellished Continue reading
Whether or not you do Valentine’s Day at your house, there is a world of half-price Valentine candy in shops right now, and some of it can work just dandy for the next Jewish holiday, Purim. Kisses, especially. Because of the chocolate preferences of certain grandmothers in our family, our Purim Mishloach Manot baskets always include Hershey’s kisses. Valentine kisses are usually robed in red: simple, bright, fun red. Without the outer packaging, red kisses are deliciously generic and ready for conversion. And of course, they are kosher. (So are Tootsie Rolls, by the way, and I Continue reading
I do not own this, but I’ve said it.
I have a question. Well, I have several, but today I have a particular one about Jews and nonJews. Has anyone else, anyone who lives as a minority population, noticed that many folks in the majority perceive the numbers of your minority as much, much higher than it really is? If this sentence is too vague, let me give a specific example. Continue reading
Darwinian fitness. It’s them or me.
“Go to the ant, you sluggard: observe her ways and become wise.” –Proverbs 6:6
I have been going to the ant all day, trying to observe her ways so that I can kill her. Continue reading
Sweet. Sugar bowl and tongs all-in-one.
They’re back. I had forgotten about the yearly ant invasion of my kitchen pantry until this morning, when I saw the familiar black parade streaming under the door, up the wall, and onto the shelves. In my panic, I could not remember what I had done last year to stop the flow. I remember trying internet advice which, in my desperation, seemed plausible. (My favorite was “ants won’t cross a line of chalk.” Continue reading
Sometimes a dogwood is just a dogwood*
I took a guided wildflower hike yesterday. Unknown factors prevented all other registered participants from showing up, so I had the guide all to myself. The walk is up, over, and down a steep ridge rich with overlapping ecosystems: it begins with meadow, orchard, and pond; strolls along a creekbed and drystone slave wall; takes a mini detour through a cedar glade, and then climbs from beech-maple to oak-hickory forest along a burped-up bit of the Highland Rim. Continue reading
from generation to generation: Passover bagels
Passover bagels? Isn’t that an oxymoron? Nope. And believe me, they are so unlike real bagels, they will not induce any guilt or doubt about the Spirit of the Law in those who may be prone to such feelings about fluffy kosher for Passover baked goods. These bagels are heavy, sweet lumps devoid of all fluffiness, and are in every respect, kosher.
When Dead Nana was very much alive, she contributed Pesach bagels to every seder. They take the place of yeast rolls on the table, and are lovely at soaking up the juice from Aunt Bobbie’s brisket. At dairy breakfasts, straight from the oven, Continue reading
Here in the Buckle, I expect to have trouble getting all the Passover groceries I want. The grocery stores, bless their hearts, seem to forget Jewish holidays change dates every year, and sometimes wait too late to put stuff on display. They hardly ever order the same things year to year, and I might just have to do without Bazooka bubble gum and mini-marshmallows. And the matzah: they don’t know from Passover vs. regular, so I always doublecheck the hecksher on the box.
Last year we had one box of matzah to last the whole week. I was calling friends to borrow a sheet of matzah just to eke out a second seder. But it wasn’t just me: Continue reading
My Shabbes dinner may have failed, but one of its many mishaps led to an unexpected success. Remember the challah dough that refused to rise? I couldn’t bear to throw it away, so I put it in the fridge, thinking it might rise slowly anyway. It did. On Sunday morning, when reaching in for the organic margarine, I noticed that the rubbery lump had puffed into a convincing mound. Continue reading
found at the flea market
My mom bought these banged-up lights at a flea market from an old man with very few teeth. He told her they’d been “real handy at the camp.” From this she gathered that they’d been used as lighting for a hunting campsite. I’m sure he had no notion of the original purpose, nor that he’d invented a new variation on the Holiday of Lights. Continue reading
trackless no more
Greed? Enthusiasm? A youthful sense of fun? Or my American duty to stimulate the economy on Cyber Monday? Ah, yes, that’s it: patriotism compels me to buy more track.
Thomas madness has swept through our small house like one of those strangely frequent storms on Sodor. Continue reading
Pay no attention to the woman in the Piggly Wiggly tshirt. Bedtime props from the workshop: Foam letters stick to bathtub walls, and a plush Torah (albeit with a slightly sinister expression to us grownups) can be a Jewish sleep lovey. Continue reading
now playing, all the time
It’s not just for the High Holidays …
The toddler loves holidays. He doesn’t quite get the idea that they come and go, and don’t just hang around forever. Continue reading
Moses is whiter than Martha White biscuit dough, and Pharaoh looks frankly black. Does this make anyone else squirm?
Raising kids here in the Buckle of the Bible Belt, I’m always hungry for Jewish STUFF. Our synagogue gift shop has some yummy things, but what I really want is to walk into a store and wallow in Jewish tchotches, kitsch, and toys, toys, toys. Not going to happen. Not around here.
However, the Buckle does have its advantages. “Old Testament” Christian toys can easily convert into something kosher for us. Continue reading
Here’s our recycling bin. Crayon leaf rubbing and team effort on D’Nealian English and block Hebrew.
My friend had a brain aneurysm yesterday. Out of nowhere. Her boy called a friend—one of those Go-To Friends who is always There in a blink (the same friend I called when my water broke last year…she rushed over to take my daughter overnight)—and they called 911. She had surgery, and it looks like she’ll be okay if she can make it through the next 3 weeks. Continue reading