Before launching into this amusing story, let me first introduce my student, Sam, an eleven year reproduction of me forty years ago.We’ve all read the social media memes: What kind of conversation would you have with your younger self?
I live that question each week!
If the toe-head, mischievous grin, and air of terrific energy are not enough in this photograph, the personality, inquisitive nature, and wit are defining replicas of a young Me! It’s uncanny at times. I never need to figure out Sam. I’m way ahead of him.
Monday, Sam and his mom, Karen, came in for his lesson, and they began looking at the Christmas decorations as I grabbed my cup of coffee.
When I entered the living room, Karen was chuckling. And as I am writing this, I am already realizing this is one of those “you had to be there” scenes because I am not capable of completely capturing the hilarity in writing! Karen said, “Sam wanted to know if you were Jewish,” and she nodded toward my tree, completely decorated in blue and silver.
I could not leave it alone…
Sam pointed out the star was not David’s star.
No, that would be a Methodist star for my family members who are Methodist. But, if I flap this Smithsoian 1903 Wright Flyer ornament fast enough, it resembles The Star of David.
Sam was convinced.
Later in the evening, Karen sent me a text, applauding my acting skills: Sam eagerly described to his dad my Methodist-Jewish Christmas tree!