Gabriella :: Personal Narrative Russia Judaism Papers

Gabriella Sometimes I still say your name, just to hold it in my mouth, to twirl it past the curves of vowels and into the trill of the l, the lilt of the final a. Gabriella, I still see your sharp, strange face, in street crowds and in airports, the flutter of your long hands tracing my belly button.I cant find Gabriellas last name, something quite Russian and excitingly foreign to the tail fin year old self of mine who last saw her. I dont enjoy which part of Russia she lived in originally coming here as part of a refugee plan for Soviet Jews, never even thought to ask. In 1983, I only knew that Russians were communists, and communists were bad, which was why Gabriella (stop, wait, say the name again, slowly). Gabriieeelllaaa ran away. I am four years old and have to read one whole book with chapters before starting kindergarten next week at Ezra Academy, a Jewish day school in Woodbridge, Connecticut which requires all students to read and write both Hebrew and English at a b asic level upon entrance. When we met the principal everyplace the summer, he said that I would be the youngest pupil by more than a year. For my book, I pick Meet Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. from a shiny shelf at Stop n Shop while dangling over the front of the child seat in my mothers shopping cart, already too round to fit in comfortably. That night, I curl into my intercept flannel princess nightgown to read in my mothers big maroon rocking chair. Mommy, were the Jim Crow people commu..commm...communin,..cc...communinists?Communists?She smiles, and I watch for the crinkles at her eyes to notify me if she noticed my tangled pronunciation. Are the people who hated Dr. King the same people who hate Gabriella?Who?My mother drawls over the who, dangling the word like the furnish in her hand, one sip left of pale rose colored wine so perfect I want to place it like dew on my tongueWine is only for mommiesIf Im not allowed to drink more than one glass of ginger ale why can you drink five glasses of wine?Because its different for grownups, our stomachs are biggerBig enough for the whole bottle?Dont be silly. Who were you asking me about(predicate) before?Remember The girl who is going to be in my class who you said Rabbi Scolnik helped rescue from the cc.