Der Photo Komandant
As the Chanukah Party season winds down, I pay homage to one of those enduring characters that graces every party in every family.
She's our very own Phot Komandant.
She's my aunt.
She's my aunt..
Usually so sweet..
But whenever we get together
more than 20 family members gathered
She goes on a very serious and intense mission.
Her metamorphasis has to be seen to be believed.
It usually happens when everyone is finally settled and happy
The men have washed..and sueezed into their seats
the women are settling into their distracted conversations
the kids are finally getting along...
suddenly her voice..usually so sweet
takes on a shrill tone as she yells "Pictures!"
"Everyone into the next room for pictures!"
Her focus is unnatural as she herds us
into a semblance of unorder and chaotic composition
breaking up families..tearing screaming children apart
the sound reaches a crescendo....but her voice is heard
above all others loud and clear.."OK EVERYONE LOOK AT MEEE"..
"yanky...sruli..esti..hindy..over here...get that out of your mouth..
whats your name?....OVER HERE..ok One more...Look AGAIN
One more...OK...ONE MORE (groan)....That's it"
Somehow after that...we can never get back into that somewhat peaceful state we were in.
I'm already looking for my kids coats buried under 45 other similar looking coats that once inhabited that rack that once stood here.
Yet still I pay homage to you..
for....after all is shouted and done
It is your masterpiece that is proudly displayed
on my mantle year after year..
Thank you.
She's our very own Phot Komandant.
She's my aunt.
She's my aunt..
Usually so sweet..
But whenever we get together
more than 20 family members gathered
She goes on a very serious and intense mission.
Her metamorphasis has to be seen to be believed.
It usually happens when everyone is finally settled and happy
The men have washed..and sueezed into their seats
the women are settling into their distracted conversations
the kids are finally getting along...
suddenly her voice..usually so sweet
takes on a shrill tone as she yells "Pictures!"
"Everyone into the next room for pictures!"
Her focus is unnatural as she herds us
into a semblance of unorder and chaotic composition
breaking up families..tearing screaming children apart
the sound reaches a crescendo....but her voice is heard
above all others loud and clear.."OK EVERYONE LOOK AT MEEE"..
"yanky...sruli..esti..hindy..over here...get that out of your mouth..
whats your name?....OVER HERE..ok One more...Look AGAIN
One more...OK...ONE MORE (groan)....That's it"
Somehow after that...we can never get back into that somewhat peaceful state we were in.
I'm already looking for my kids coats buried under 45 other similar looking coats that once inhabited that rack that once stood here.
Yet still I pay homage to you..
for....after all is shouted and done
It is your masterpiece that is proudly displayed
on my mantle year after year..
Thank you.
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8 Comments:
I never even get to see the pictures...
lol.
sounds like my fam...
I read this before...somewhere..
ya think we share an aunt?
hey - it's from the old blog...
and it's like lasagna - even better the second time around.
good one, dave...
Awwww!
:)
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anony...
well...you have to be nice to her...
dreamer...
it seems..every family has one...
fajita...
ye..its from my old blog...
wow...good memory..its 2 yrs old
d_d...
this aunt...we all share..
chav...
and potato kugel...
thanks..
towik...
:-)
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