Happy New Year my peeps! I wasn’t sure where to go with this one so I went back a “few” years to a memory. A very fond memory of a family vacation. To play along, just click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story to go with this photo. Thank you, always, to Rochelle for running things so fantabulously all these years. As well, this is her photo so, yanno… thanks for that, too!
That’s Not Kosher!
In the summer of ’75, Dad brought us to Golden Acres Ranch in the Catskills. We must have been the only Gentiles in the place.
“Good morning! Good morning! Good morning!” Our wake-up call every morning through speakers in the cabins.
There was horseback riding, dancing, sports – think Housemans of “Dirty Dancing” fame, but not quite so ritzy – at least, I don’t think it was.
I can still hear my not-quite-five-year-old sister, Tracy, ask Joel, our waiter, for a cheeseburger.
“Sorry, Kiddo, that’s not Kosher.”
“But I’m not Jewish!”
What a great way to teach us about other religions and cultures.