A Post in Memory of my Grandmother

One year ago, on the 3rd night of Chanukah, my grandma Beverly Zoot Tatz passed to the next world.

Since I don’t know what a granddaughter can meaningfully do on a grandparent’s first yahrtzeit, I posed the question and received two replies. One person suggested giving tzedakah in her memory.  Another said it is a custom in their family to eat the favorite food of the departed and tell stories about him or her.

Since I don’t know Grandma’s favorite food, I hope she enjoyed latkes because that’s what’s frying up in the kitchen right now.

I don’t have any stories either, but I have a list of memories to share. In no particular order here they are:

  • My grandmother had a kosher kitchen. I can see in my mind’s eye the layout of the room.  I remember the two sets of dishes. This was my first exposure to separating for milk and meat, a tradition I carry on today.
  • After a sleepover,  I remember being served orange juice with breakfast in the morning because “it’s healthy”.
  • My grandmother liked to collect ducks. She had many mallard knickknacks on her coffee table.
  • She used to take me to Chicago’s museums, fine arts performances, and restaurants.
  • Her favorite color to wear was peach.
  • She was very active in Hadassah and her shul sisterhood.
  • She liked to buy me monogrammed stationery as well as other items with my name on it.
  • We called her ‘Grandma’ and not ‘Bubbie’ even though she loved Yiddish.
  • She enjoyed the lost art of penning notes.
  • She enjoyed chocolate dipped fruits such as apricots.
  • She loved to send me (and successively her great-grandchildren) cards and small gifts for birthdays and holidays.  The cards were always signed using her full name including last name and maiden name.
  • Finally, I remember seders, holiday dinners, and Friday night dinners with her and my grandfather.  At the meals I learned tradition and family history because Grandma was the family historian.

May this post bring ilui neshama to Basha Gittel bas Yecheskel.

Thanks for reading.

Karen, The Klutter Koach

Chanukah 5777/2016

 

 

 

One thought on “A Post in Memory of my Grandmother

  1. That was beautiful and so special. Thank you.

    I was once in the home of Rivka someone in Karmiel ( forgot her last name but her husband might have been a Rosh Kollel) and she was sitting at her kitchen table saying tehillim because it was the yarzheit of a grandparent. Her daughter used to cut my girls’ hair, if that helps.

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