Two shots show my family almost two weeks ago at my mother's memorial. First, in front of the house we stayed at (WW owns a house which borders their property they use for larger groups who come to visit, we qualify) and then a larger group shot of the family in the attractive room where the memorial was held.
I estimated 100, that was the catering number and it turned out to be right on. We had cookies and fruit and vegetable trays, punch and coffee. It was nicely done. The idea was that we would have a reception in the back of the room in lieu of a reception at the home later on. On reflection, it worked ok but not great. People didn't really linger or gather for very long. Mostly Wesley Willows people; there was a contingent from the Girl Scouts and River Bluff nursing home. WW provided bus service from the main building across the street (actually way farther than that). Tons left over. We managed to donate most of the leftovers to Temple Beth El for their Shabbat oneg though, as my brother predicted, we were not together enough to attend services orselves.
My friend Emily and I were discussing customs of dress and that, culturally, certain occasions require certain types of more formal dress as a sign of respect and propriety. We somewhat differed on our own adherence to this idea. My mom certainly felt this but I don't much. And, of course, young adults make their own choices. Is our attire appropriate? To me, it's fine but not everyone might agree.
Interesting that both my brother and myself are wearing our parent's clothes. We got the idea that family members should have a flower or small corsage to mark us which I ordered. And we nearly forgot. I still think that was positive, a bonding mark of sorts.
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