The New Year

The Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashana always feels like the start of something because it occurs in early fall when the days can still turn hot and humid, but the sun is not as warm. We are aware that the season is changing and the steamy days are waning until next summer. Maple leaves turn from green to red, apples ripen just in time to be dipped into honey so we can wish for a sweet new year while zucchini, heirloom tomatoes, corn and fresh basil adorn our holiday table. When I was a little girl, September meant a pair of tie shoes and some matching blouse and skirt outfits for school as well as a delicious chicken dinner at my grandmother's house in Dorchester. On this Rosh Hashana, it means reviewing the past year in my mind and thinking ahead to how the coming months may unfold. I am preparing a meal for my grandchildren, my children and my parents while lighting yarzheit candles for my mother-in-law, Polly and my grandmother, Bessie. They both passed away around the High Holidays, so I reflect on them while I write the place cards and set out the fine china. They were strong women who always encouraged me. As I unmold the jello and slice bliss potatoes and vidalia onions, I wonder how I will be remembered. Have I accomplished enough during these last twelve months? What more can I do in this next year?