honey

In my extreme youth, my father's uncle kept bees. Going
out to see the beehives, and poke at the draining sections
of honeycomb, were a minor sort of adventure for me and
my cousins. I liked that aspect of it very much. But I
wished it weren't necessary for the whole extended family
to use that honey for the holidays.

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Last year, we introduced the local toddler to the custom,
using orange blossom honey. She was thrilled, both because
she loved dipping anything into anything else, and because
she wasn't usually allowed anywhere NEAR a bowl of honey.
"Just like Pooh bear," she crowed, as she immersed her apple
slice and part of her hand.

sentimental value may have smeared during transit

This tallit was never intended to be tie-dyed. Back in
1950, whoever bought it for my father (my grandfather?
my great-grandfather? I have no idea) would have thought
it looked like any other normal tallis. White silk with
white embroidery and blue stripes. ( Read more... )

Can anyone recommend a cleaner in the Boston area who might be able
to fix it? I don't know if there are special cleaners for ritual
objects, or if I'm just looking for a really good dry cleaner who
can remove dye from the silk between the stripes without removing
the stripes.