In keeping with how things have been going here at my house for the last I-don’t-know-how-long, we did not get any Hanukkah decorations up before the holiday officially began at sundown last night.
It wasn’t for lack of trying: We (and by “we”, I mean Jim) dragged the two massive, storage-locker-sized Rubbermaid containers of Hanukkah decorations (mostly menorahs) up to the family room from the crawlspace about a week ago. They have been sitting there ever since, untouched and attracting piles of random stuff on top much like a treadmill ends up with clothing draped all over it.
Around 5:00 p.m. yesterday (the sun was DOWN), I opened up the two huge boxes and pulled out two menorahs: an electric one for the front window and my Grandma’s menorah for us to use with candles. (A picture of Grandma’s menorah can be found in one of my favorite Hanukkah posts, which you can read by clicking here.) I also grabbed a lighted glass block present that my in-laws made (it looks like this, but with blue lights and a silver bow, for Hanukkah!), and ONE MORE THING.
You long-time readers know what I’m talking about, right?
And NOW Hanukkah can begin.
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I love Jemima! Truly is holiday season now.
I love that you have kept up with tradition for our family. That bottle has to be way older than the hills it came from Grandma Jane. She had it on her table every year. When I was young we had both a small Christmas tree and Menorah. But one year our Rabbi came to our apartment on the West side of Chicago and had a fit that my family had a small tree. He said my parents would confuse my brother and I. So I think that is way several years later she made the Aunt Jamima Bottle. I remember it sitting on our long table in front of the window in our house on the South side of Chicago when we had a different Rabbi.
The reason for the small Christmas tree was we had many friends that were not Jewish and we would have them over for the holidays with our Jewish friends. My Dad grew up with many non Jewish neighbors as well as Jewish ones.
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That is way cool!
Did you know that Aunt J comes in festive atire now? We had her as a cheerleader and now she is Santa’s helper!
It’s a wonder we are truly not related.