Week 6’s #52snapshots prompt required making a list of objects that brought you shame as a kid, liking having a Kung-Fu lunchbox that immediately told your classmates you lived in poverty. I admit I had a tough time making a list. There wasn’t anything I recalled being ashamed of, except that I was zaftig, the daughter of a supermarket chain owner.
This week I wrote about the sheer thrill of supermarket delivery and the restocking of the pantry and fridge on Thursdays to get ready for Shabbos. Thursday nights became orgies of sugar and salt until the food furies lay exhausted. Even though I was chubby, I had nice clothes until the Seventies and the appearance of double-knit polyester. Classmates teased and bullied me because of my girth. But my Brooklyn-born mother insisted, “They’re just jealous, because you’re Jewish.”.
Can you recall an object from your childhood that filled you with shame, fear, or regret? Write about it.