Archive for ‘Holidays & Celebrations’

December 15, 2014

Reindeer and Feminism

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

TerezaHoliday2012Most years I have gift packages not only sent but readied for delivery during the holidays … Food types that include candy, nuts and such. Always ecumenical as being Jewish with Muslim, Catholic and other among my many family, friends and colleagues has me well versed in the sensitivity of December festivities. These are not gifts of the personal nature but instead that which one sends or takes along to places and people who are part of ones life in ways important considering tasks and routines … The hairdresser, doctors, cleaners, banks, offices, etc.. So each year my car or that of my driver is loaded with these prepared goodies bought at one of my favorite gift venues and there is always a roll of labels which I address at each stop according to the relationship … Appreciation, fondness and the like. I am actually quite proud of this now many, many years practice I believe I originated to a certain extent.

A stylist friend gifted me what I call my Louis Vuitton reindeer antlers because they are the same beige and light brown combined colors as that designer’s ionic logo luggage, pocketbooks, wallets, etc. that I have owned for years. This rather unique head decor includes a bit of white fur and a bell here and there as well. Being a very secure woman who enjoys frivolity I decided that at each stop during holiday season a few years ago to place this adornment on my always professionally coiffed hair – no shame in wanting to garner an affectionate holiday chuckle or two I am sure you agree.

A few years ago my wonderful estate attorney told me I needed to attend a bank meeting concerning a rather large sum that would be distributed to me in coming years via a planned inheritance by my late parents … As this was a late Friday afternoon meeting, unfortunately my estate attorney gal pal would be flying to a family event in Florida and she felt as I just gotten A+ in banking law there would be no problem in my going alone. In addition to law school classes, my husband and I were equal partners in a business we had recently begun and I had no discomfort handling such meetings. So off I went dressed in my now plentiful business attire. I knew that a wealth management bank official who I did hospice volunteer work with at one time would be there so along with the goodies holiday gift package described above, I brought along a small more personal present for my lovely acquaintance.

Out of my car on a cold December late Friday afternoon … Gathered my briefcase, the two gifts and decided what the hell – on goes the LV reindeer antlers. My hospice volunteer friend greets me with hugs and thanks for small holiday gift I brought her, I am ushered into a boardroom with a long oval well polished wood table around which are seated four men – bankers and officials. Handshakes finished I am shown to chair at head of table and my foodie gift gratefully accepted and placed in center of long table – I accept the coffee and offer to take my coat. So it is the meeting begins – there is the get to know me chat part and somehow it is mentioned that my husband is well known computer expert, we have started a company, I decided to finish law school, go through extreme fertility treatments to have children, I am a writer working on books to be published asap and hubby and I are a feminist couple – he having legally taken my last name. All there seem impressed and respectful of my place at the head of any table … However – here it comes my darling readers – at one point when I complained about length of time bank is projecting for distribution and brought up my knowledge of and concerns that the banking industry might find it beneficial to keep such a large sum to gain use of it a bit too long, the young man to my right chuckles that I do not have financial concerns because “after all you are married to a high income earner” and “therefore should not worry“. Well now needless to say or maybe I do need to describe that I turned to this young man, leaned over and shaking my index finger explained that under no circumstances was he or anyone else to take into consideration my marital status in relationship to my financial issues. At that very moment I heard my antler bells ringing and then sitting back asked why or when was anyone going to mention I had them on? Answer was pretty much they thought I knew and wanted to wear them during the meeting. Patronizing or just polite not important but there is a moral to this REAL life story … Especially for my women readers:

Ladies when you are at the head of the table and know what you are talking about – learn about and study the subject in advance – it does not matter what the hell you are wearing in the end!

P.S. At a recent similar meeting that I could not attend due to scheduling, my husband was asked if he was married to me … When he proudly said yes, the woman facilitating the issue at hand assured my hubby then there would be no problem as she knew me and trusted my judgement. So you see things are improving for women in many ways but ladies you have to insist on it – even when wearing reindeer antlers. Happy and Blessed Holidays  to everyone … Especially we feminists & those who love us, respect us & never care if we are wearing “reindeer antlers”!

September 1, 2014

Labor Day

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

 LaborDay” …  Hungry people eating the stuff they raised, living in the houses they built, I’ll be there too …” says Henry Fonda near the end of the film Grapes of Wrath. On nearly every Labor Day growing up my late father and I read and discussed this iconic and historic book, as well as often watching the film together. I have written in other blog essays that I am the proud daughter of a successful business man who was also a union organizer – yes my dear readers, one can indeed be both.

The recent anti-union vitriol in this nation in nothing more than a political attempt to sway into action one group of Americans against another. The REAL and true economic fact is that organized labor has raised the standard of living for us all. History teaches well that companies responded to the pressing demands of unions even if not themselves involved. People seem to forget just how disposal workers were before employment laws began to be enforced. Injured at work meant goodbye to income and certainly no recourse to seek compensation for damages.

Yes I know that many of you truly believe that unions forced companies to close on account of costs and that your cost of living and purchases increased as well – this is pure nonsense I assure you. Simple truth is that REALLY healthy economies are a cycle of salary in, spending done and hence more jobs created. No matter labor, semi or professional status – if other folks do not have expendable and disposal incomes, then you will not have a position to receive yours either.

So do me a personal favor [you will thank me] my friends on this Labor Day – between the sale shopping, backyard barbecues, last beach visits – take some time to read Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath book and/or watch the old black and white film version. If you are lucky when I have you all over for a grand fête some day, you can hear me recite most of the very emotional ending soliloquy spoken by Henry Fonda, “  … wherever there is a hungry man, I will be there …”. Now go be a REAL American – support ALL our citizens in seeking security and good health and in doing so you will be reminded that we REALLY are our brothers and sisters keepers … so help me G-d!!!

P.S. In my first book, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! and more complete tell ALL memoir, Life Journey of Heiress Mommy, many of the amazing REAL details concerning my late father’s business philosophy – including how his legacy has influenced myself and my dear husband in making recent decisions – will be shared. Until then, get to task and help make our beloved nation a place where ALL can prosper!!!

May 24, 2014

How Memorial Day Was Created (2014)

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

blacksoldierscivilwarFreedmen that were African slaves become gladdened by the prospect of Lincoln’s vision for life in America and so decided to commemorate their Civil War fallen comrades in Charleston, South Carolina on 1 May 1865. Calling this day of remembrance a May Day celebration and marking it with flowers and song – cleaning up unmarked graves – telling America that freedom had come from this second revolution of sorts all lent idea to what we now acknowledge as Memorial Day. Societies have been commemorating war dead throughout recorded history – my own Jewish faith deems necessary remembrances as a way to define who we are and to give eternal life of sorts to those gone. Not to be confused with morbid nor sullen grieving, the memorializing of brave citizens who gave the ultimate sacrifice for an ideal is seen as both honor and lesson for that nation they died to save. Such service to ones community remains unequal in valor, which is why days of recognition abound around the globe.

There is surely a need for continuity that promotes year after year efforts as we attend to the memories of those lost in battle – who we were, are and will be as a people made clear in some way through this activity. Of course, for the immediate family and friends that a soldier left behind this shows a much desired communal recognition that appreciation and value is denoted for that loss. Years pass – generation after generation attempt awareness of history and so until this day, each and every service person’s death throughout the history of the United States is included in Memorial Day ceremonies. Pride is foremost and a knowing that duty was served even in controversial battles like Vietnam – for those we ask to fight are not to be ever sullied by the politicians or leaders choices. Without question many have been too easily forgotten and marginalized – I began this post with mention of the African-American slave who fought beside others in our nation’s Civil War. There is no question that it took many more years – even post WWII for these REAL Americans to be treated with full and equal honor for their heroism in battle.

For myself and all Jewish families those that fought in World War II are especially close to our hearts for there is no confusion that we would not exist had those heroes not fought to keep safe the world from Nazi destruction. There is no hyperbole in my stating that humanity only survived because Americans and our European allies destroyed the enemies of G-d during the 1940’s. Tears come easily to me when thinking about those killed while fighting against Germany in order to prevent the world and my people from ultimate annihilation  Every time I meet a family that lost a fighting soldier in WWII or a veteran I tell them of my REAL gratitude, shake their hand, request an embrace and express my REAL belief that I owe them my life. Not all wars are as honorable in purpose as WWII and not all the resulting scenarios as glorious in tone but most are at least for America purposeful and with decency at the core; mistakes and miscalculations have and will happen as long as people fight but we must learn and attempt betterment if REAL gratitude is to be expressed for those we remember on Memorial Day and so that they shall rest in eternal peace!

 Note: I want to make mention of my pride that my first father-in-law [widowed 2001] was a decorated WWII Air Force Colonel, Oxford & George Washington University Professor, Hall of Fame Senior Tennis Player & so much more … now laid to rest at Arlington National Cemetery. Also there interred is my paternal Uncle Milton Solomon, a decorated Army Officer & later International Business Entrepreneur. While of different faiths, these two wonderful men not only share being an important part of my family history but in common this great nation and its gloried history of the struggle for REAL freedom throughout the world. Amen I say!!!

December 29, 2013

Year End – 2013 – Review

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

photo-3As each year has seemed in my REALLY complicated and interesting life, so too has been 2013 full of amazing happenings. This year has seen new home, success in ventures, books finally readied for publishing and quiet – don’t tell those often referenced delusional lie telling miscreants – feminist husband and I deciding on growing our family even further. Achievements and REAL concrete plans to right wrongs in the upcoming years a great comfort as well … more on that soon. Additions of friends and colleagues – more what we like to think of as extended family – has lessened our burdens and made possible that which we sought to accomplish both legally and in other venues now possible. Vague I must remain but trust me that 2013 has seen REAL and definitive actions that now open a glorious path for myself and my family. My blessings truly are a cup runneth over scenario … an embarrassment of riches is often how I describe my life. Having known REAL sorrow and loss, I remain fully aware  of what is of REAL importance and as such savour the moments of love and companionship each and every day has brought me this past year. There have been heroes and demons present – the good always outweighing the bad in my life somehow … I have champions at the ready to protect and defend my honor. Both biological family that we consider REALLY related and others that for years and more currently make up our rather large and diverse amazing extended family bring joyous celebrations and a solid foundation that helps us thrive. Each day my associates call to not only arrange the day but to be sure I am not in need of their attentions. Thousands of personal friends and social media contacts express affection and support for me on nearly a daily basis – humbled am I by their efforts. Too grand a description are you thinking? No not nearly as mine is a story full of “Oh My” relationships and moments. As we end this year, I wish for all REALLY good people the same – may you too be blessed with the grace of G-d and as I have in my life, his angels here on Earth!

P.S. Year end is here – as such and as mentioned in each of my blog essays, my first book, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! will be announced in papers and more over the next few weeks, with where available [bookstores and online]. This book includes a biographical introduction, a selection of my blog essays that define what and who I REALLY am and a prolgue that details what publisher is calling “the big book”, Life Journey of Heiress Mommy, due out July 2014. ALL in each book has been well documented – no topic nor reference has not been reviewed for 100% veracity. Intrigued I hope – see you at book signing events and hoping you will be watching, listening and reading my upcoming media interviews!

November 16, 2013

Carve the Turkey and Spin the Dreidel

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

I have a little dreidel. I made it out of clay.
When it’s dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play.
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of clay.
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, then dreidel I shall play.

Thanksgiving2013This long loved Jewish childhood song goes on … the REAL joy is in the sharing of fun and truth about our people’s long history of survival and perseverance. Even Hanukkah – without a doubt a less, shall we say, serious Jewish holiday than Passover and Yom Kippur is based on yet another miracle. We are a people whose very existence defines the term miracles – so many have sought our demise and yet we thrive and are present in every nation. No matter the reason – miracle, fortitude or luck – the glory in our story is one for all peoples and that is, with faith and determination, you shall be free. Sounds like the American story as well – and here we find Hanukkah 5774 and Thanksgiving 2013 on the same day. Of course, we get eight days but still this happenstance is worth consideration for is not freedom a universal desire and are not we Jews setting out over and over again for new lands that which the Pilgrims also did?

Surely the admittance of REAL facts concerning the Native Americans and the first Thanksgiving in America must be acknowledged here – are the grade school learned tales of friendship and closeness between Pilgrims and often termed Indians true or convenient fiction? The truth is ninety Native Americans and fifty-three Pilgrims sat down to the first three day harvest celebration in America – without question there was indeed a coming together in friendship but additionally there is no doubt that the entirety of our origins is replete with horrors against the Native people. Still there is no equivocation that when President Abraham Lincoln in 1863 declared this a Federal Holiday, the divine tone of the great American experiment was something to be celebrated.

So this year we Americans Jew are especially made grateful in remembering both our own miracle of Hanukkah and the miracle of a great nation like America … each a beacon to the world of REAL possibilities. For is not one example of perseverance, glory and victory example and template for all others who struggle against REAL tyranny? Each year many in the Jewish community choose a larger task [for those of our faith and all others] to address during Hanukkah – for me it is Light Up Literacy for Hanukkah. No matter which, the decision to use our miracles to create a better life for those Jewish and not defines the tonality of what a holiday of gratitude should be – both Thanksgiving and Hanukkah reasons to spread across the world a message of hopefulness and resolve that REALLY miraculous occurrences are the result of determination and G-d’s blessings!

P.S. In my year end (2013) memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! and recently decided Summer 2014 Life Journey of Heiress Mommy! the details of how my life has been full of REAL miracles will be shared, as well as a little something about my dear clever late Mother’s “orphan Thanksgiving” and how my husband and I plan to continue this tradition once living in our new “main”  home [hint – more soon]. What is this holiday fete? Well it is the Saturday after Thanksgiving and all are invited – those who were at a place they had rather not be or no where invited or working, etc. on the traditional Turkey day. Ours will be a grand event – full of gaiety and joy to be shared by all the REALLY amazing family, friends, colleagues and neighbors that the Eliasz-Solomon family is blessed with … details and photos will be shared!!!

November 10, 2013

REAL Gratitude on Veterans Day

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Poem For a Today-A Soldier’s Cemetery, by John William Streets died at the Somme 1st July 1916

Behind that long and lonely trenched line
To which men come and go, where brave men die,
There is a yet unmarked and unknown shrine,
A broken plot, a soldier’s cemetery.

There lie the flower of youth, the men who scorn’d
To live (so died) when languished Liberty:
Across their graves flowerless and unadorned
Still scream the shells of each artillery.

When war shall cease this lonely unknown spot
Of many a pilgrimage will be the end,
And flowers will shine in this now barren plot
And fame upon it through the years descend:
But many a heart upon each simple cross
Will hang the grief, the memory of its loss.

VeteransDay1Who among us REALLY comprehends the moment when one dies in service to this nation – is there a thought of a grander ideal for which the life is being cut short or the more universal and probably longing for loved ones, as well as thoughts of G-d? Asking this question seems important to me as so much is made of the heroics, the bigger picture of nation and flag in remembering our war dead – and in acknowledging the service of veterans still living. But in the end these are REAL men and women – and as of late, I am daunted by the “lip service” to honor those gone and those returning. Budget cuts detailed, designed and passed into law by the most vocal “My country tis of thee …” members of Congress that affect our veterans and their families.

The pathos and ethos of remembrance entails a consideration of the reality that faced those willing to serve … As we did with the GI Bill following WWII, we need again to make education, housing and unlimited health care available to our returning arm service people. Arguing about the justification of sending Americans into battle is for another time but here, today, as we mark Veterans Day we must commit to a totality of obligation to these men, women and their families – this is the only true and REAL way to be of one heart with those who fought for this nation. Sentiments and expresses of gratitude remain an important gesture – as kind thoughts do help heal – however, no words of thanks can nor should replace REAL concrete care giving and services for veterans.

As a Jewish American – with family, including my Uncle Milton Solomon (Ancestry link) who was a Bronze Star recipient and was fortunate to return from WWII to live a long and productive life before being laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery, having served – I more than most know all too well that my very life is based on those who fought against the Nazis. I never miss an opportunity to thank, shake the hand of and offer an embrace to a heroic WWII vet – being sure to tell them I and my family live only because they fought against those determined to eradicate my Jewish people from this earth. No hyperbole in believing this REAL fact. The personal for me is the general in that as a Jew, I – make that we as a people – know what fighting tyranny REALLY means. Likewise to feel personally indebted for my life and those of my Jewish children to the brave Americans, that included many Jews, who fought against the evil scourge of the Nazis is only a REAL and salient truth. I have the additional life blessing of having been married [my first/widowed May 2001] to my husband David, whose dear Father was a Colonel in the WWII Air Force. Knowing and loving Harold as I did – hearing his stories of valor and then visiting where he and family lived in England post war has brought to my life a even further REAL life awareness of what a veteran feels. My second and amazing husband, Chester Michael Eliasz-Solomon, a genealogist,  has integrated this history into his and my family history, visiting both my Uncle and father-in-law in Arlington National Cemetery. Both he and I fully believe that our much wanted Jewish children would not have been possible if not for men like these.

So on Veterans Day wave a flag, thank a veteran, buy a service person a meal and tell Congress to take care of these men and women – do this as if your and your children life depends on it because it REALLY does. May G-d bless our service people, our fallen heroes, our veterans and their families and May G-d bless America!!!

P.S. I want to thank my Belfast dear friend, who I love dearly, Valerie Corbett for sharing with me the above soldier’s poem. In my  memoir  Life Journey of Heiress Mommy! I hope to explain how and why my very diverse and truly spectacular family made sure the REAL values of patriotism were a part of our life!

September 4, 2013

Seeing G-d’s Lawyers in New Year 5776!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

20130904-042527.jpgEven though my husband and I believe our personal lawyers have indeed been placed in our life by G-d, this New Year essay is not referencing that REAL gift. Instead is based on my being informed by one of my daily Talmud and Torah teachings – yes I study both each morning. So here I am beginning the Jewish  New Year 5776 (Rosh Hashanah & Yom Kippuras convinced and confident as ever that my life decisions were as the L-rd intended.

We Jews do a sort of rebooting each new year – a type of spiritual housekeeping that demands review of our previous year’s deeds. Each of us required to complete the  analysis for that which we have done, make amends for REAL wrong doings, as well as estimate the effect of choices we have made. Never is any of this to be dictated by faux considerations and opinions of others. No my dear readers, the REAL truth is my and your only guidepost in patterning the life we choose.

Why G-d’s lawyers in this essay title you ask? Well now, the prosecution’s evidence is clear – the misanthropes are screaming falsehoods to derail your gloried path. The defense is a REAL and detailed narrative that you present by ownership of the entirety.  If, as for  myself and my dear husband, the choices made were undeniably perfect in tone considering that we deserved to rally against pure evil, prevail and thrive, then all will be blessed. On the other hand, the poseurs and emotionally deranged whose life is a pretense of acceptable place in this world will shatter into demise sooner or later. To thy own self be true is quite an applicable Jewish New Year exclamation. So here is to the entire world – Jew and Gentile alike – my wish for a REAL knowing of truth, no matter what faith or life philosophy brings you to your own chosen path. I wish you all the REAL reward of love and peace and L’Shanah Tovah from the entire Eliasz-Solomon Family™ to all humanity as we enter this New Year 5776 !!!

P.S. In my memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! and follow-up book Life Journey of Heiress Mommy many REAL examples of how and why my faith has sustained me will be shared – often helping guide me in defeating REAL evil. My hope and prayer is that my REAL life story will inspire many to prevail and thrive!

August 31, 2013

Labor Day 2013

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

 LaborDay” …  Hungry people eating the stuff they raised, living in the houses they built, I’ll be there too …” says Henry Fonda near the end of the film Grapes of Wrath. On nearly every Labor Day growing up my late father and I read and discussed this iconic and historic book, as well as often watching the film together. I have written in other blog essays that I am the proud daughter of a successful business man who was also a union organizer – yes my dear readers, one can indeed be both.

The recent anti-union vitriol in this nation in nothing more than a political attempt to sway into action one group of Americans against another. The REAL and true economic fact is that organized labor has raised the standard of living for us all. History teaches well that companies responded to the pressing demands of unions even if not themselves involved. People seem to forget just how disposal workers were before employment laws began to be enforced. Injured at work meant goodbye to income and certainly no recourse to seek compensation for damages.

Yes I know that many of you truly believe that unions forced companies to close on account of costs and that your cost of living and purchases increased as well – this is pure nonsense I assure you. Simple truth is that REALLY healthy economies are a cycle of salary in, spending done and hence more jobs created. No matter labor, semi or professional status – if other folks do not have expendable and disposal incomes, then you will not have a position to receive yours either.

So do me a personal favor [you will thank me] my friends on this Labor Day 2013 – between the sale shopping, backyard barbecues, last beach visits – take some time to read Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath book and/or watch the old black and white film version. If you are lucky when I have you all over for a grand fête some day, you can hear me recite most of the very emotional ending soliloquy spoken by Henry Fonda, “  … wherever there is a hungry man, I will be there …”. Now go be a REAL American – support ALL our citizens in seeking security and good health and in doing so you will be reminded that we REALLY are our brothers and sisters keepers … so help me G-d!!!

P.S. In my year (2013) memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! and recently decided Summer 2014, Life Journey of Heiress Mommy, many of the amazing REAL details concerning my late father’s business philosophy – including how his legacy has influenced myself and my dear husband in making recent decisions – will be shared. Until then, get to task and help make our beloved nation a place where ALL can prosper!!!

May 11, 2013

Mother to Langston Hughes … Why She Matters So Much!

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)
Mother Day 2013 blog

Mother to Son
Langston Hughes (1922)

Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there ain’t been no light. So boy, don’t you turn back. Don’t you set down on the steps ’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard. Don’t you fall now— For I’se still goin’, honey, I’se still climbin’, And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

Mother’s Day, is here and all who are maternal among us are to be celebrated. Those of us having birthed babies, adopted children, helped raised those born to others, mothered in one or another way a friend – perhaps even a stranger – are ALL to be recognized and remembered. There are the good and the bad to be considered in the annals of Mothers … often faux Madonna like status is afforded a woman singularly because she gestated. While admirable and obviously necessary to continue our species, even those like myself who have gone through great expense and effort to become Mothers, are not to automatically grouped in a glorified reverence  No indeed, as there are many not worthy of respect nor admiration – still the nature of the maternal relationship denotes a bond undeniable. So it is that we celebrate annually this day of mass recognition for Mothers everywhere – cards, flowers, gifts and more bought, sent and given to designate the role of Mothers each May in the U.S.A. and on different days in many other parts of the world. Nice yes but short changed in my opinion – for mothering is a multiply aspectus and many faceted derived condition and as such we need examine the historic, present and continually changing ideal that defines Mama.

I began this post with the wonderful poem by the amazing Langston Hughes. In reality, Hughes Mother was not a poverty struggling woman … his was from a well educated, mixed race [even Jewish ancestry] accomplished family. Even so this poet, writer and activist knew of what he wrote – for it surrounded him in the society of his days. These women who persevered against all odds to still love and raise children – often without Fathers involved – aroused an awareness in Hughes that permeates Mother to Son Poem so well. The ultimate gift of any parent or guardian to a child is example and tutorial that defines fortitude. This is the same REAL blessing I have often written about in past posts that my own parents gave me – that ability to REALLY overcome all obstacles in life. In my memoir, Heiress Mommy .. A Modern Super Woman Life! the many ways my Mother’s instruction on life has made a REAL difference to me will amaze the reader. No less than herculean striving is frequently required to succeed in this world and is not survival, along with thriving what every Mother and Father wish for their offspring? Of course, the physical connection, the care taking, as well as, the unconditional life long loving bond Mothers provide their children is without comparison in the realm of human existence. No need to define what salient characteristic cause child to adore its Mother – the draw no matter how unhappy the familial tonality is unquestionable. Goes without saying that no greater intertwined human relationship exists than that between Mother and child. All I ask is that on this Mother’s Day occasion, you look deeper than the Hallmark card denotation that portrays Mother as only that first female in our life here on Earth!

May 3, 2013

Running For Roses

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

Kentucky derby blog 2013On Saturday, 4 May 2013, the running of the 139th Kentucky Derby takes place.  It has a unique unbroken, continually occurring, without pause place in history since 1875. This iconic REAL American event denotes a flavored venue known around the world. Yes the magnificence of horses being bred, raised and raced to glory is the main spectacle at hand but equal is the social and style aspects surrounding this annual event. There are hats and parties galore but there is REAL history to be understood and admired. Not many know that this sports event was birthed by the idea of Colonel Meriwether Lewis Clark,Jr., grandson  of Lewis & Clark expedition fame. This offspring of the hero explorer having been exposed to the beauty of such races in Europe returned to Kentucky to forge our own U.,S.A. quality and world admiring worthy club organization that produced the Derby. Born and bred on American soil is this often called “the fastest two minutes in Sports“. Some might think it frivolous to attend or watch with rapt attention a horse race when so many serious and pressing problems face humanity. I say not at all – for is not the defining of a culture that which lifts us to be better and accomplished? There is more here to consider … so go fetch your mint julep and indulge me by reading my viewpoint on why we as a people REALLY need to embrace a “running for the roses“.

The history of the Kentucky Derby mirrors in many ways the trajectory of this nation … prosperous at times and other years resigned to the limitations of financial downturns, wars and other current events. Still like the country it resides in, this race persevered in spite of the odds. The American dream at play is obvious here – fortunes gained and lost in a flash, attitude of overcoming and achieving in the face of adversity and REAL true grit that makes day after day of hard work acceptable is evident at Churchill Downs. There are owners wealthy and others who took a chance on an otherwise dismissed horse. Jockeys famous and those who are novices or even considered no longer REAL talent have all rallied to win. Surprises abound – sure bets failed, while the never going to win choices go onto come in big time. No question that lives are altered forever when the finish line is crossed at the Derby and this is both the lure and definition of gravitas. Taking chances to win it all or come back to try another day is so REALLY American and definitely horse racing mantra.

Of course, being a feminist I am thrilled when a filly is in the race and particularly pleased when the rare female jockey leaves the gate riding toward that rose necklace. See my dear readers – even here gender matters. The excitement and the pathos all combine to make Kentucky Derby time a REALLY inclusive happening. Yes there are the good seats, called “Millionaire’s Row” where the well heeled get to pay much and watch in grand surrounding. All dressed in couture with the most lavish hats. Yet all there – no matter status feel welcomed and worthy of attending. Democratic for sure is the tone of sports in America … no different at the Derby. In my year end (2013) memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life!, along with other “so glad I got to go” life events, will be details of my twice attending the Derby, plus my plan to return in the next few years with children and hubby happily along. Who knows – maybe there will even be an Heiress Mommy filly running for the roses too!

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