by Leslie

Holidays – we eagerly anticipated them during our school days. We looked forward to them with a sigh of relief during our “working” days. And, now, during our retirement years, we look upon them with both interest and a mixture of sadness and amusement.

As a school girl in New York City, every ethnic holiday to which we were “entitled” was observed, at least by our absence from school. And the school year was long, running from the day after Labor Day to June 30th. I loved the fact that “my birthday” was a legal holiday – George Washington’s birthday. I mourned the loss of separate Lincoln and Washington birthday holidays for two reasons. First of all, my day was no longer special. Secondly, and admittedly more importantly, children no longer knew when Lincoln’s and Washington’s birthdays are – a sad loss of our cultural knowledge.

If you live in Illinois, you undoubtedly still are apprised of Lincoln’s birthday. If you live in Arizona – well you know when Rodeo Days are – but Presidents’ Day? What Presidents? Sad!

But wait. Presidents’ Day entitles children (and many others) to a three-day weekend. And that means that my grandchildren can come for a visit from their homes in Oregon and Pennsylvania. How can that be sad? No matter what you call them, or how old you are, holidays are special days for all generations to observe and enjoy.

Happy Presidents’ Day!

February, 2013

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