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