The ritual post-Thanksgiving writing exercise required that Sister Linda’s third grade class detail the holiday events.
Ramblings while on a slow suburban death.
Tag: #Catholic
Somewhere between Dublin and Tokyo, Morning Star School in San Francisco began beating its own cultural drum.
We used to celebrate the Japanese observation of Girl’s Day (Hina Matsuri) at home by putting up an old wooden doll display and eating special omanju (rice cakes). My mother treated this day with such delicacy, and we were never to jump around the doll display or behave in our usual rambunctious manner that might cause the dolls to topple. My sister and I were seasoned at house destruction, setting crayons to wall covering with ease or sliding down three long flights of stairs in our brownstone flat while riding a child’s bathtub, ending our trip by crashing into the front door.