In a dark time, the very least we can do is opt for light The other day I had a spare hour in my home town so I opted for the great hall in the heart of the Met, where I knew I could find light and memory. What I sought was not religious as such, but the nearly universal reassurance of people being together, like the Neapolitan figurines who flock to the base of a tree every December. There is light -- from Christmas trees past in our house, or the Menorah we take out, or family faces, past and present. As my internal compass found the tree through the maze of hallways, I gave thanks for the little rectangular device in my pocket that allows me to take photographs for the first time in my life --a miracle. The tree was there, as it has been every year since 1957 (read about it here.) Almost every year we make the pilgrimage, to be reassured. The light endures. I'm leaving this photo up for a while. Happy Solstice. Happy Holidays.
Thor Larsen
12/23/2019 11:14:29 pm
Hello George,
George and Marianne Vecsey
12/24/2019 12:57:23 pm
Dear Thor and Arlene: Great minds think....The tree is part of the seasonal ritual. We have taken children,,,and grandchildren....and visitors from the USA or elsewhere, Best, George
Randolph
12/24/2019 08:58:08 am
George,
George
12/24/2019 01:08:31 pm
Randy: What a lovely memory. I don't recall ever cutting a family Christmas tree in the picturesque coal hollers of Central Queens,
Joanne D in Detroit
12/24/2019 01:04:44 pm
Note: Joanne, a friend, sent a nice comment about a relative going to the museum Again, great minds think...but somehow the website swallowed it whole and I cannot retrieve. Comments are closed.
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