Welcome back to Lucid! This Friday is Christmas Eve and there will be no live Q&A. We'll be back together on Dec. 31, 1-2pmET. Mark your calendars for an end-of-year discussion.
I canceled my winter travel plans because of the latest Covid-19 surge. I imagine that some of you did, too. Mine included visiting my father, who is in his 90s. He lives abroad and I haven't seen him for several years.
So many people have lost loved ones, including parents, to Covid-19, and will spend this holiday season grieving. A lesson of the pandemic is to see those we love while we can. And yet millions, myself included, have to postpone their reunions. We can only hope that next year we will all be in a better situation, at least in terms of public health.
For Christmas week, I want to share some reflections about family and travel and living at a distance from those we care about.
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When you grow up in Southern California with immigrant parents (Scottish mother, Israeli father) and your closest non-nuclear family members are all 11-14 hours away by plane, you know that seeing family is a luxury. As a child I realized early on that our family’s habits were different from others: We had few trips to see the wonders of America, like the Grand Canyon, or even of our own state.
Any available vacation time and money my parents had were spent going to England (where many of my parents’ siblings lived) and to Israel, sometimes on the same trip. I was 2 when these journeys started and I still remember the ritual of walking past the colored tiles of the LAX arrival hall, deeply jet lagged and dragging a stuffed animal, after being gone for several weeks.
These trips taught me firsthand that there was no one way of acting or thinking about things in the world. My family in England would greet me with a hug and a calm tone, as though they'd seen me last week rather than three years ago, whereas the Israelis would squeeze me until I couldn't breathe. In England, it was rude to ask for seconds at dinner; in Israel, it was rude not to.
Occasionally we'd also go to Scotland, to see my maternal grandmother. I had trouble, when I was small, understanding her accent, but better that than the awkward pantomimes I had in Israel with my paternal grandmother, who spoke Ladino and Hebrew, languages I could not understand.
As I grew older, I developed a fascination with my paternal grandfather, who was born in Yemen, spoke 10 languages, and shuttled among Jerusalem, Aden, and the Egyptian town of Kantara. I often looked at this photo, and his hybrid cultural identity (shirt and tie from his job as an official of the British Empire, turban and robe from his Middle Eastern and Sephardic Jewish heritage) that most spoke to me. He died long before I was born, but I felt his presence, beckoning me to travel and discover the world.
My parents came to America for professional reasons rather than political ones. Still, I am pretty sure that my sense of our solitude as a family unit, and the experience of growing up with everyone you love far away, was one reason I was drawn to the stories of the German exiles from Nazism who resettled in Southern California, leaving everything and everyone they knew behind. Those stories started me on the path to studying Fascism, and determined my career path.
I don't know when I will see my father, and my parents and siblings are all long plane rides away (and in four different countries). I do know that I am incredibly fortunate to have the hope of seeing them once the pandemic subsides. For the individuals I often write about, who have had to go into exile when their countries are taken over by autocrats, the wait can be much longer.
Wherever you are this holiday season, reach out to the friends and relatives you consider family and let them know how much they mean to you. When you are able to see them again the reunion will be all the sweeter.
Thank you for generously sharing your story, Ruth. I'm sorry you weren't able to visit your father over the holidays, or your far-distant relatives. I enjoyed the story of your grandfather and the differences in the cultures. It's very difficult how this pandemic has separated families. My husband and I returned from Germany after nearly three months there in the beginning of December. We had not seen our daughter in nearly two years, when her little one was only 6 weeks and is now 2+. And the little 3 year-old toddler we last saw is now an energetic 5 1/2 year old little boy. Our middle daughter lived in Israel for 6 years, went on an internship and decided to study for a master's in counterterrorism at the IDC in Herzliya. (She did a 180 turn and will have her clinical doctorate in occupational therapy in a few months.). Having daughters in two countries was very difficult, and the youngest is in Denver, so we are used to using our vacation time to see our daughters. We have family in two parts of Italy (all my grandparents were born there) but we haven't been able to travel there yet. I hope you will be able to see your father before too long. Wishing you all the best in the New Year, as I wish everyone here. I'm so moved by this wonderful community you have created and I send a heartfelt thank you.
Thank you so much for sharing your personal history with the Lucid-ones. Living when and where he did, just imagine the stories your paternal grandfather could tell! If your cancelled travel plans leave you with some extra time, you might enjoy watching the Netflix series "The Club". Produced in Turkey and directed by Zeynep Günay Tan, the series is set in 1950's Instabul and revolves around the travails of the survivors of a prosperous Sephardic family destroyed by Turkey's 1940's Wealth Tax. Having the great good fortune of visiting Ankara and Istanbul in 2011 during the Taksim Square Riots, I am a sucker for any location/costume production that features Istiklal Avenue. But the series tells it's story with quite a bit of Ladino dialogue and song and has a sense (like the French production "A French Village") of Turks getting honest about an unfortunate part of their history. Also, reviews on the interwebs say that the series very popular in Israel.