Every Christmas, for about the last fifty years, I have spent Christmas Eve at Pam’s house. I’m not sure how it started but I guess her parents felt sorry for me because I was a Jewish anomaly in a virtual sea of Italians, Poles, Irish, and of course a variety of Protestant/Episcopalian types. What does virtual mean? I could say literal but I’m not sure how that works either. Anyway, Boonton (a town often used as a backdrop for the “Sopranos”) was surrounded by restricted communities. For those of you who don’t remember restricted, it meant no Jews, Italians, Blacks, or Catholics. There were actually signs on the entrances to these places that said “A Christian Community”. We, of course were oblivious to any discrimination because we would never have considered buying a house where there were no Jews – forget allowed. My family would never admit that they were forbidden to occupy any space.
It must have appeared to Pam’s parents that I was drowning in my loss of Santa or, at least, the action of gift giving. They knew we celebrated Hannukah, but when there are a total of 25 Jewish kids in the whole school system, Hannukah was not something that anyone but the 25 Jewish kids understood—and even some of us were not that committed to celebrating what were considered exotic holidays. I mean, when we were kids there was no such thing as separation of church and state. There was no question about singing Christmas carols during class time—it was just something we always did. And rather than make us feel uncomfortable about participating, the teacher would insist that the Jewish kids go and stand in the back of the room. As you can imagine that took all the discomfort away. There were three Jewish kids in my class. There we were me, my cousin Stevie, and Andy Hurwitz trying not to look different or separate.
Back to Pam’s for holiday celebration. But before we get to 88 Harrison Street, it’s important to know that Claire, Pam’s mom, was the original human rights advocate. She was adamant about respect for individual differences and resigned from a “Christian” sorority which forbid admission to Jews. So her invitation was not because she felt sorry for me it was because she wanted to share the joy of her holiday. So it became a tradition that we would decorate the Christmas tree and on Christmas eve we would exchange a gift. I would spend the night Christmas eve and leave before any of the Christmas day activities—that was at my mother’s rather than Pam’s mother’s insistence.
About 12 years ago things changed a bit and my mother started to celebrate with us. In addition, we were all invited to have Christmas brunch at the Wilds. Ronnie and Joyce have also been friends since high school. The ‘all’ included my mom, Pam’s mom and Joyce’s mom—none of whom had ever said more than two words to one another. It was wonderful to see them chatting like old friends. We instituted a few other traditions—I presented them ‘all’ with beautifully sculpted White House Christmas ornaments and I purchased a silly hat for Ronnie—because he is one of the funniest people ever born and I knew he would wear it.
U-Know-Who and Ronnie W.
It’s strange because, as I recounted about our Hannukah party, this year’s events were very quiet. Mom had a kind of ‘pause’ before we left for Pam’s. The pause took the form of a narcoleptic nodding off. She was actually standing and seemed to go to sleep. Needless to say, we thought it was not a good idea to take her out on the town. Then the same thing happened before we left for the Wild’s this morning. Pam and her family and Joyce’s mom were not there. Pam had other company and Agnes can no longer walk so it’s impossible for her to leave the nursing facility. Things have certainly changed in the last year. Too many tears outweighing the too few laughs.
Obviously, it’s time for laughs so let’s go back to last weekend when we returned to Va. from our last New York adventure. Soozie, David and I stopped at our favorite flea market—cow town. Soozie had never had a Cow Town experience so first we needed to hit our flea market hot spots, which included the fresh roasted peanut guy and the cheese steak stand. It was only about 9am and we were a bit nervous about things being open—but not to fear— everything was open and in fact, the Danny’s Cheese steak was also making omelets on the same bread as the steaks—to die for. When we started our walk in the outdoor section of the market it was pretty brisk and my ears were freezing, so our second stop was at the Russian fur hat lady where I purchased a $10 fur head wrap. We then sauntered about and found a guy who was selling not bad wigs for very good prices. Jordan had misplaced her curly blonde Sally Brown wig (from You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown) and there was one right in front. We bought that one for $10 and he said if we found another it would only be $8—so we took that one as well. Then Soozie had to have the most ridiculous hat at the market – she called it a barn hat. I guess that’s because you would only wear it in a barn, (or a World War II Russian fighter plane). It cost $10. We milled about until David found a terrific 1940’s fedora. It was a must have item...for $10.
The Cow Town Troika
We probably spent $200 on many things we didn’t need but we had a great time and no shortage of laughs. I never found a hat for Ronnie at Cow Town. But I finally found one in an Oriental Trading catalogue—which is a must if you every need cheap chatchkas for Halloween or a religious party. But that’s another blob. So Christmas was quiet and it’s over and unfortunately, no matter how good things can be, nothing stays the same, except maybe always being able to find a $10 something at Cow Town. We’re just sayin...Iris