|My beautiful grandmother, Estelle Meshenberg, circa 1946/1947. I always thought she looked just like Donna Reed.|
Evan and I always called our grandma “Bubby.” And to be honest, I don’t really know how that name for her came to be. It’s just who she always was. But I think it fits. It really does accurately depict her loving, caring nature.
Throughout our lives, Bubby was always there with a smile, a hug or a kind word -- sometimes all three at once. She loved to call us “honeybunch,” which, as I got older, made me start calling her “Bubbybunch.” Bubby was always there for us, whether it was to drive us to school, cook us a hot meal, take us shopping for school clothes or come to one of our many piano recitals, band concerts, Show Choir performances or plays. When my college choir performed with the Cincinnati Pops, she and my grandpa drove there with my mother to see us, where they stayed overnight in our hotel and even took some of my friends and me to dinner. This loving attitude was also present in the smallest of acts, like when Bubby would say, “Turn on a light, you don’t want to be sitting there in the dark.”
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize that many of my traits and characteristics come straight from Bubby. For starters, neither of us were blessed in the height department. (Okay, no one in our family really was, but Bubby and I were always the shortest.) Bubby also had perfect, smooth skin for her entire life. And now that I’m in my 30s, I’m definitely hoping I continue to take after her there.
But these traits go deeper than the surface.
Bubby loved the scent of flowers, especially roses and lilacs. I don’t think it’s any coincidence that those are my two favorite flowers, too. Her jewelry box was always overflowing with beautiful necklaces, bracelets and earrings, all of which she let me play with whenever I wanted -- and, again, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I’ve created quite the jewelry collection in my adult life.
Bubby LOVED to entertain. We went to her house every Friday for Shabbat dinner growing up, in addition to multiple other times throughout the week. Our aunts, uncles and cousins were almost always present, frequently in addition to friends Bubby had known for decades. This is another trait I’ve inherited -- I love having friends and family over and bringing them all together.
|Lighting the Sabbath candles with my grandfather and my grandmother's brother, Art, looking on.|
She was the absolute best cook and baker, with so many of her dishes becoming legendary in our family. Her roast chicken and potatoes, her brisket (which we actually called roast), her goulash, her chocolate cake, and especially her apple squares -- which I immortalized in a 6th grade essay about my all-time favorite dessert -- gave our family such joy (and probably a few extra pounds). The love I spoke of earlier? Certainly present in Bubby’s willingness to cook different dishes for one Friday night so that everyone would be happy and eat what they wanted. All I had to do was mention once that I liked mandarin oranges, and then she bought them in bulk just so I could have my own can to put on my salads. Bubby would start making matzah balls for us in January, which she claimed she did so she could practice until they were absolutely perfect for Passover. And, okay, I definitely haven’t inherited her talent or love for cooking, since I’ve mastered the art of ordering in, but I do happen to make really good matzah balls.
The trait I’m happiest I inherited, though, is Bubby’s love of taking photos. I honestly can’t remember a time when I didn’t see a camera either in Bubby’s hand, on the table next to her or around her neck. She was always waiting for the next picture taking opportunity to strike. Because of this, Evan and I are extremely fortunate to have a very detailed depiction of our childhood. There is certainly no dearth of photos to be had in the Meshenberg and Sanders families thanks to Bubby’s constant snapping (sometimes when we had her delicious food in our mouths, of course). My friends are always so impressed by the hundreds of photos I’ve collected from my entire childhood -- and this is all Bubby’s doing. I have definitely become the person with both family and friends who now always says, “Let’s take a photo!” I love to capture and immortalize memories and moments just like she did.
|We actually captured my grandmother capturing a photo! We were so meta for the 1990s.|
My life would not be what it is without the strong presence and influence of my Bubby. I feel so fortunate that I had so many years with her. She was truly an eshet chayil -- a woman of valor -- and I will love and cherish her memory always.