Christmas Traditions for a Jewish Adoptee

I loved Christmas in England. Liberated from boarding school, I loved decorating the tree with family ornaments; the Pez and tangerine in my stocking; and the white pillowcase near the fireplace Christmas morning filled with toys. Lunch in the dining room, turkey or roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, and flaming Christmas pud; all of Boxing Day to recover, too. I knew nothing of Jewish traditions till I immigrated to the U.S. at age 12 where I met my first Jewish friend Lisa and learned my first Hanukkah song. Like a spy coming in from the the cold, I sang at the 1968 Lexington High School Holiday Concert, "Banish darkness, banish night, Hanukkah is the Feast of Light." Listen to the first two c

Adoption in India

My new friend Mary is from India where, she says, children are rarely told they're adopted. "Children are considered priceless treasures," she told me "and adopted children are protected very closely," even from knowledge of their own genesis. Well meaning, but how effective? I always felt different as a child and was glad my parents had told me at an early age all they knew. Or almost all. Read or listen to the first three chapters of my forthcoming adoption memoir, Swimming Up the Sun available in early 2008.

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