tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280187.post113924758439517684..comments2023-05-05T04:26:14.747-07:00Comments on Frume Sarah's World: One of These Things is Not Like The Others...Rebecca Einstein Schorrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09304661918070274646noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280187.post-1139278863513664142006-02-06T18:21:00.000-08:002006-02-06T18:21:00.000-08:00I actually believe that writing Thank You notes af...I actually believe that writing Thank You notes after my Bar Mitzvah killed me a little.RobSPetrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326485125422816971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280187.post-1139254620026358652006-02-06T11:37:00.000-08:002006-02-06T11:37:00.000-08:00It was a little sad that I missed being on the bim...It was a little sad that I missed being on the bimah. I even told my precious children that I was disappointed...and then remembered that my expectation was a little high for them. After all, we are usually getting ready for bed around the time services start. So it wasn't completely their fault...<BR/><BR/>-<BR/><BR/>I'm not sure if MrsGiraffe has them or if I have them somewhere. I'll have to take a look. They were good!<BR/><BR/>-<BR/><BR/>Yeah, it did sometimes feel exciting. Like my 13th birthday. It was so awesome. Do you remember how on our birthdays the birthday kid could choose where to go for dinner? Well, we went out to dinner on Thursday night since my bday was on Shabbos. We went to -- oh wow -- I can't remember the name of the place. It was Brookhurst and Adams...on the SE corner (I think that corner is SE)...nothing ever stayed there very long. Sawdust on the floor. Like Fuddruckers, but not Fuddruckers. Then we went to the record store (Sam Goody's, I believe) to pick out prizes for the games during the reception. LP singles -- Duran Duran, Thompson Twins, and the like. My hair was chopped off the next day - wait, that is a bad memory now that I think of it. And the hairdresser (won't mention any names) scolded me for crying. "It's just hair, for goodness sake!" So now, instead of being a gawky, eyeglass-wearing preteen, I was a gawky, eyeglass-wearing preteen with a very unattractive hair cut...the day before my Bat Mitzvah. Dinner was delicious...the candlesticks were all shiny and sparkly as they can only be when they are brand-new. I wore the red dress that I'd worn a few weeks earlier for Steve S's B/M...it was my second favourite dress. My favourite dress was the new one I wore for the Saturday service. It was a magical time and I was keenly aware of it at the time. I couldn't make time stand still to enjoy it enough. And as I sat on the staircase overlooking the unwrapped presents in the living room on Sunday morning, the only Sunday I recall having permission to miss Religious School, I was filled with an overwhelming sense of sadness. It was over...and now I had to write about 200 thank you notes by Purim!Rebecca Einstein Schorrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09304661918070274646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280187.post-1139250150010834572006-02-06T10:22:00.000-08:002006-02-06T10:22:00.000-08:00Awwww. -Though it is a little sad that you missed...Awwww. <BR/>-<BR/>Though it is a little sad that you missed being on the bimah.<BR/>-<BR/>Whatever happened to those brass candlesticks. (Candle stumps?) Does MrsGiraffe still have them? Those were good.<BR/>-<BR/>Your life sounds so exciting when you write about it like this. Did it feel that way at the time?<BR/>-<BR/>This is the first time that I wasn't able to guess the thing that was not like the other. I couldn't even guess "Year made into a movie" because so was 1984.PepGiraffehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11710602869237120444noreply@blogger.com