Traditions at the Loewenthal’s
So I have an update you guys. I’m
not going to Florida this winter. That’s because Mom’s
rotator cuff has not yet healed. She’s not going to
Florida if she can’t play tennis or golf.
This puts a major cramp in my suntan style.
But as I told you before, Herman purchased me a sun tan
panel. So that, hopefully with the mild spring we will have,
should keep me in good shape. As far as
my Mom is concerned she doesn’t know yet if she will
need surgery or not. At this point she’s going to
physical therapy. And that seems to be helping a lot. Did
I mention to you that two of Mom’s sisters came to
visit her last month? They evidently had a ball and she
was sad to see them go.
Mom’s the baby of the family at seventy
seven. Her one sister is around eighty and the other ninety.
Their age doesn’t get in the way of their fun though.
I heard story after story of a hilarious nature. Those three
really got themselves into stuff. And I think the telling
of the stories was certainly half the fun.
There used to be more sisters, my Aunt Ruth
used to be the baby but she sadly died several years ago.
My Mom has one older brother left, where she used to have
two. I think the one thing they all have in common was and
is a great sense of humor. They also used to have a dance
which was also hilarious, especially when they all got going.
I think I come by my sense of humor honestly and I can only
imagine how close my sisters and I will get over the years.
Uncle Erry is in his mid 90’s, but
you’d never know it to look at him. He also has a
tremendous sense of humor. I think I told you what they
used to leave at each other’s house when they visited.
It was a tacky ‘Shalom!’ sign, and they would
hide it at each other’s houses when they came for
a visit. The trick was to get away before the sign was found.
This family has always had a great sense
of humor. Herman was introduces to it one New Year’s
eve a couple of years ago when we came to visit Mom. While
my sister and her husband, Mitchell, were out with friends,
we stayed up playing gin. My mom proposed to have a shot
of whiskey with each hand. And when I suggested that was
a little much, she said, “It’s okay, you’re
with your mother.”
By the time Mitchell and Debbie and their
kids got back home at about 12 midnight, we were all a bit
tipsy and laughing at nothing. This was Herman’s initiation.
He passed with flying colors. I think it was the next year
when we visited, my mother and Aunt Miriam each dressed
up in Santa Claus hats and danced while we took pictures.
Nobody is shy in this family. I have yet
to see my Uncle Erry dressed up with my mom in costumes,
but I understand this is also a tradition. Every family
has their traditions, and ours is that we’re all a
little bit crazy.
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"