You know that reality show, Bridezilla that showcased brides-to-be blindly stumbling towards becoming divorcees? Or perhaps you preferred the show featuring desperately wealthy parents failing to impress their children, after surprising them with a sweet sixteen gala, hosted by Hef at The Playboy Mansion Grotto? Well a new reality show just launched in my mind featuring…young tweens becoming…MEMBERS OF THEIR CONGREGATION!! (cue gong)
Meet, 12-year-old Ann [cue Price Is Right theme] Wearing a skirt two sizes too big, and sporting a partial-perm in her quasi a-symmetrical hairdo (on the long side covering her eye) just for her big day. She hasn’t quite grown-in to her nose yet, but she will win your hearts with her beautiful chanting and uniquely clever thank-you speech, in which she thanks her big brother for “bugging her constantly while she tried to learn her torah portion” [canned laugher]. She might look like a Fraggle, but you’ll be amazed by her graceful perseverance. Nothing distracts her concentration, not her ruthless Hebrew school competitor, Sam, sitting in the front row just waiting for her to screw-up, nor her gentile friends laughing hysterically throughout the ceremony.
You’ll trial with Ann through her Mom’s mall-aversion on dress-shopping day. How she silently pines for a Gunne Sac dress, but methodically selects the 2-piece cotton separates from Oriental Specialites when her mom sends the “we’ll just come another day” distress signal. You’ll celebrate with Ann upon receipt of her Star-of-David brass bookends from the Temple Sisterhood. You’ll sympathize with her disappointment when rumors of multiple Swatch watch gifts don’t materialize.
Sojourn with Ann on this journey toward Jewish quasi-adulthishness. You’ll toe-tap to those torah-chanting tapes her Aunt/Rabbi made for her, and you’ll struggle with Ann during her moral dilemma over wearing a prayer shawl that made her feel “too nerdy.” Best of all you’ll be able to recite the first lines of Ann’s torah portion ad nauseum. You may even find yourself chuckling out loud.
Cousin John laughed hysterically after the ceremony recalling, “I loved that Joke Ann made about Pizza probably tasting a lot better than Manna! It was so neat the way she juxtaposed biblical and modern snacks…”
Chicago Camp friend Alana noted “It was okay considering she had no theme, no party unless you count balloons and pizza in the social hall, and no goody bags.”
School friends shared (still laughing too hard to comment)
Ahhhh, memories. I was forced to wear a dress from Talbots…tragic when my great Aunt (who is a good 50 years my senior) showed up in the same frock.
I think you grew into your nose beautifully 🙂
You can’t go wrong looking like a Fraggle. They were awesome. I can’t wait for the mini-series.
Oooh, Esther, Talbots?? I feel your pain.
Awww, Braja. Thanks. Yup, I got kinda lucky there.
I remember those days – and having to try on dresses at Loehmans in front of painful not-shy-at-all old ladies.
Ann i love this post!!
I felt as though i was right there with you girlie!! Maybe i was???
I think your great!!!!
Have a great day!!!
Heinous, I know. Fraggles Rock. Down on Fraggle Rock.
Julia, sort of nostalgic compared to Old Navy though…
Thanks so much Michelle! xoxo
Life. It’s all about the humiliation. Sometimes it’s self-inflicted; sometimes it, like greatness, is thrust upon us.
IB
I haven’t head the term Gunne Sack for over 30 years!!!
Ooooh, this is a great story!! 🙂
IB, I’d say bar/bat mitzvahs are a beautiful mix of both.
Charmaine, THAT my friend is what I LOVE about blogging. I wouldn’t have ever thought of it again if my mind wasn’t always trolling for post ideas…
Thanks, Melissa!
Looking back at what clothes were popular when we were that age… it’s like the 12year olds are walking around half naked now!
I’m sorry to report I would’ve been one of your obnoxious gentile friends giggling … I would’ve totally shushed the other ones, though. Repeatedly. 🙂
Amy, so true. So you would’ve been cracking up AND bossy? Awesome!!
Great post, the details made me feel like I was there too.
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My bat-event was in November. Oh the horror–the Friday night service was on Halloween. How could I do this to her–ruin her life by making her miss a round of trick or treating?
sigh. See what I missed, growing up Catholic and poor? I didn’t even get a party, but I did get a Timex watch and a pretty white dress that my mom dyed yellow later so I could wear it again.
For Confirmation, I wore my school uniform and Communion veil.
And now I have the theme from Fraggle Rock stuck in my head.
Pseudo, thanks again for your kind words and for the bookmark!
Laura, Ooh a bet her classmates in attendance weren’t thrilled about missing trick-or-treating either.
Joanie, I bet your parents bent over backwards to make sure you never felt poor, but that had to be rough. I bet your character is the better for it though!
Red is my favorite Fraggle! 🙂 I’ll just call you Red from now on. 😉