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I have some really strange memories of childhood and unusual events. One of these memories is about the celebration of the first fruit on Rosh Hashanah. The custom is to enjoy a new fruit to celebrate the New Year and say a special blessing (Shehecheyanu) recognizing the blessing of arriving at this moment.
Our family would stay at my Grandmotherâ€™s (Gran) for Rosh Hashanah and eat our meals there. My mother always made sure there was a new fruit at the table so that we could say the Shehecheyanu. The tradition is that it should be a fruit that you havenâ€™t had in many months.
One year, the new fruit was a coconut. With the chaos of five kids and several meals, my mother didnâ€™t realize that we didnâ€™t have any way to open the coconut. One of my brothers decided it was a good idea to throw the coconut from my Granâ€™s balcony onto the busy street. The rest of us thought this was a great idea. One of us went out to the sidewalk to make sure there was no traffic coming to give the â€śOK.â€ťÂ (About now, you may be wondering where our parents were at this time and I have no idea, but I am sure they were busy with something.)
â€śOne. Two. Three.â€ť
BOUNCE with a thud and a roll into the street!
The coconut didnâ€™t break! We couldnâ€™t believe it. We were laughing and watching for traffic. I come from a very determined family, so we threw it back up to the second floor balcony and tried again two more times with the same result. On the fourth time:
â€śOne. Two. Three.â€ť
We did it! The coconut broke open into several sections. I donâ€™t remember how we cut it up but I assume it involved some sharp knives and minimal supervision. Our parents may have been paying attention at this point but thought the whole scene was clever and funny. When we sat down for dinner, we said our Shehecheyanu blessing giggling and smiling the whole time. Iâ€™m not sure if Gran knew what we had done but she never said anything.
Every year after this inaugural event, my mother bought a coconut. Each year we hurled it off the balcony, laughing while watching for traffic. I love this memory and so do my four siblings. It reminds us of family, holiday and custom. The Jewish holidays have some customs that you may think are a little wacky in our American culture but the wackiness is what creates the memories. My siblings and I all laugh at our respective homes when we eat our â€śfirst fruitâ€ť of the New Yearâ€¦especially if someone has a coconut.
To this day, I must admit I really donâ€™t like coconut. But I do try to make every Rosh Hashanah out of the ordinary in hope that it becomes an â€śextraordinaryâ€ť memory for my family.
I wish you an extraordinary holiday season with many wonderful and wacky memories. Share your wackiest below!