Here is a list of inherited obsessions you originated and I carefully crafted after you:
(Well most of them that is! Thank you very much dear sister.)
- The color red, it looks good on both of us, what can I say?
- Lips: it started with that pink lip phone, continued onto any clothing, lipstick, purse, or shoe with a lip print. In fact I purchased lip blocked shoes in HK with you! haha!
- Hedgehogs: Now THIS is your obsession alone, but I indulge and purchase items for you of any hedgehog relate-ability.
- Dolphins: Another copy. “What your favorite animal Rachel?” “Dolphin!” “Why is that?” “Well….it’s my sister’s too!” (Insert giant grin here. 🙂 lol.) circa age 8-11.
- Red backpacks: I owned say, 3 of them, I think there is one buried in the closet some where. Shhh, don’t tell.
- Jeans: Me=bell bottoms, You=tapered leg, we both love jeans, what more can I say?!
- Socks: Mom started it. End scene.
- Drawing symbols after I sign my name on any letter to family or friend. I must insert the following: a heart, Star of David, music note, smiley face, flower, and sometimes a tear drop.
- Stickers: see previous blog if feeling confused.
- Judy Blume: Thank you mom!
- Laura Ingles Wilder: Thank you mom, x3!
- All of a Kind Family: Thank you mom, x4!
- Noel Streatfeild: T.Y.M.!x5!
- Swing dancing: copied beginning in 1998, took lessons for two years with friends at a Fred Astaire studio along with some tango and ballroom; then 1999, seeing you dance at the Crystal and Andy too, who knew?! 🙂
- Thai food: thank you, I like it very much now…. Not the first time in 1995, but what can I say, crocodile tears were real with those hot pepper flakes in that soup!
- Piano: TYM and Dad x6.
- Driving: That was all you in 2002, thank you for being EVER so patient and teaching me. I check all three mirrors EVERY time I switch lanes and back up, 2x’s.
- Portland: All you. ❤
- Sign Language: I ❤ you.
- Blue, turquoise, and anything boutique-y type of fabric.
- Saying, “Groovy!” When I really mean cool.
- Not saying,”Like, or sorry,” and paying close attention to when I slip back into previous language habits, thank you for this keen eye to detail.
- Learning how to use iPads, technology, and other varieties of this nature.
- Introducing me to the one and only, Sarah McLachlan.
- Seeing Savage Garden as my first concert in Seattle. Trying to win tickets to it while visiting you in Vancouver with Mom and Laurie and her kiddos. 🙂
- Learning how to navigate traffic on any given bridge and maintain speed. This goes along with #17. As well as knowing how to change: radio, cd, brake, gears, and air-conditioning without taking my eyes OFF of the road.
- Circumnavigating the world of resumes, cover letters, and interviews with practice and an editors eye.
- Being brave enough to start a blog, case in point.
- Airedales: all things airedales, all the time, and bringing Ari into my life in 1994. Eternally grateful for this and my furry faced best friend for 14 years.
- Anything sister related goes without saying: I love because of you!
The list could quite possibly continue on and on, however I felt that capping it was necessary for this occasion. Just know how grateful I am to you for sharing so many wonderful things over the years. I am eternally indebted to my big sister for sharing her loves in life and her love in general! Have a stellar major day! xoxo.
When you are a young child, who teaches you information? Who guides you along the way? Your parents, or guardians, yes, yes of course, well one would hope that they do. However, your siblings provide the examples.
Watch a child, any young baby, or toddler when they are amongst other people. They are fascinated by the alternative human beings beyond those in their small niche. They are most intrigued by other young people. They can distinguish between adult and child. Their stares and interest are paired with a hard wiring in the brain that encourages them to try to emulate the behavior they see. This is the learning process folks.
My guide was Debbie. Now I realize I have already touched on this subject a bit in previous blogs, but this topic of learning is different.
Debbie taught Hebrew classes at our synagogue in her late high school and early college years. I loved it. I can still see you walking down Temple Beth Shalom’s hallways with a giant Hebrew alphabet board and a bag of books slung over your shoulder. You sang the alef, bet, vet, with my kindergarten class, I’m not sure if you remember.
My teacher was Joy Grisan. I loved her. I felt special in her class and I enjoyed her story telling and art projects combined into one. I can fondly recall the story of baby Moses in the reeds. We used pipe cleaners to fashion our tiny Moses baby and made itty-bitty baskets to hold him within. I can see the tiny dixie cups filled with grape juice for snack time. Our mom was the executive Hebrew School coordinator and long time volunteer for years. Sunday school was a familiar affair.
Correct me if I’m wrong, I mean, I was little, but I think Joy took you under her wing and showed you some ideas, lessons, and helped you organize yourself as a traveling Hebrew teacher. I know that this was one of your part-time jobs in Bellingham during your first few years of college, or maybe it was all four years. Your days at Temple Beth Shalom helped shape your abilities as a teacher. Early classroom management, choral reading, and literacy skills were being fostered under your tutelage.
I used to sing the Alef, Bet, Vet, with you along with Debbie Friedman’s music. I loved those times in the van with you. Singing was always my favorite and still is. Go figure… 🙂
Sharing in this same experience of Jewish culture with life in Hong Kong was so important to me this past fall. I am grateful for the Shorashim experience we had together. I loved it. Every minute of sitting with you and Declan. I loved how he’d look up at me and see if I was singing along too. He was adorable. I loved sitting in services and being given the gift of a community experience to question the Torah and think together. This is one of the most important things, I believe about our culture. The ability to question and have a shared learning with other people. It all goes back to education, and the connectivity of all of this with music.
I love you Debbie! Have a Happy Monday of vacation. xoxo.