La Shana Tovah (5714) — Rosh Hashanah Memories

I haven’t written a blog for awhile, besides the Sneak Peek Sundays and Snippet Sundays, as well as a Blog Hop. Tomorrow night at sundown, the Jewish New Year, 5714, Rosh Hashanah begins. I thought I would write about Rosh Hashanah memories, then and now. I have a new one for this morning, I’m typing this without my glasses. I can’t find them.
Most of my memories center around my childhood home in Roselawn, where my mom cooked great meals for the holidays. The synagogues we belonged to were close by. We always had new clothes for the holidays, and as a kid, this was quite a thrill for me. Sometimes, it was too hot to wear the tights and long-sleeved dresses, but I wore them anyway.
One Rosh Hashanah, my dad went up to do a Torah reading, and the power went out in the synagogue. Somehow, I thought my dad had magical powers, or an “in” with the man upstairs. In junior high, my parents joined another synagogue, and the Cincinnati Reds were in the World Series. At that time, there were day games and one was on Yom Kippur. When there was a break in services, guys went out to their cars to turn on their radios, and see what was happening in the game.
My first year of college, I went to services at UC’s Hillel House. I met a guy from Cleveland and started talking to him. I spent most of that fall trying to get his attention, only to find out the next year (after I met my future husband) that he was kind of a jerk who made fun of people (like my aforementioned future husband).
I remember my husband, Jon’s, and my first Rosh Hashanah together as a married couple, and going to the synagogue my parents went to and listening to the rabbi who married us conduct the service.
Fast forward to 2013…my dear Jon is gone (he passed away in 2001), and my parents are in Cedar Village (nursing home). I always took the holidays seriously, but even more so now. In November, 2011, I had knee surgery, and then got pneumonia while in the hospital. I almost died. In December, 2012, my friend, Greg, and I found my parents on the floor of their home, ill. They went to the hospital, and ended up in the nursing home.
I hope I have an “in” with the man upstairs. Thank You for all of the good things. If I have done anything to upset anyone in 5713, I apologize. I hope I can be a better person in 5714. La Shana Tovah!
What about you? Do you have any holiday memories?

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