Jewish Heritage Museum

 

I remembered something from my quick trip to New York that I meant to not forget. Haley and I went down to battery Park one morning to go to the Jewish Heritage Museum.

What I didn't want to forget was a small greeting card that was on display. It was about the size of an index card and was a single sheet. On it a little girl had used needle and thread to sew (essentially) a simple but beautiful flower into the card. There was a long stem and several petals and I thought it was beautiful. It seemed very Martha Stewart to me along the lines of "why draw a rose when you could just as easily sew one." 

As I read the description of the card it became even more beautiful to me. The little girl's father had been sent to a concentration camp and the daughter missed him terribly. She had used embroidery instead of pen or paint because her father was blind and she wanted to send him a picture that he could "feel" instead of see.

That seemingly insignificant card was a very simple reminder to me of the little things that we can do for our loved ones, and how we can care for them and serve them in the best of ways because we know them and what they need. Every mail person who handled that card probably thought, "oh what a nice flower" but her father got it and knew it was a direct message of love and care.