Palm Sunday is significant in most Christian churches. It was in the Catholic Church I knew.
Key West probably never had a problem with palm sufficiency. Up north in Utica, I can recall a time when palms were scarce for some reason. Either costly or unavailable. Instead of getting all the palms you wanted at Mass, one had to settle for a single branch.
Palm Sunday was special in the Italian tradition. Palms were exchanged. Family and friends would come to our house and exchange palms with us. Followed by coffee. We went to certain homes and exchanged palms.
It was family dinner time! In and of itself should not have excited me. Every Sunday was family dinner time at my grandparents’.
I had an uncle who was talented in manipulating the palm branches. He could make crosses of all sizes, little hats, etc. It was always good to see him as I would walk away with a lot of “loot”.
The celebration of Palm Sunday commemorates Jesus’ triumphant entry into Jerusalem. Palm branches were placed in his path.
When palms were plentiful, my neighborhood Catholic Church had many palms left over. When the shortage hit, I assume they kept some. The reason being that this year’s left over palms are needed for the next year’s Ash Wednesday. The left over palms burned. The ashes used to put thumbprints on the foreheads of the faithful.
This morning’s Key West Citizen’s Keys History section carries a post card picture of Little White House and Naval Station circa 1910. What a difference from today
The Little White House had an excellent ocean view. There were no buildings between the Little White House and ocean. Condos, other buildings and the boardwalk not yet built. The water was a short uninterrupted walk out the back door of the Little White House.
I spent yesterday afternoon researching this week’s KONK Life column. About things most people are not aware, but should know. I will write the column today. I have not decided on a title yet.
Last night was me and a busy Key West. Tourist driven.
I went for dinner to Tavern ‘n Town. Wanted to listen to Bobby Nesbitt, also. No way, Jose! the place was mobbed. Not a bar stool available. Bobby said it was crazy. I agreed and left.
My next stop was the Chart Room. I figured to run into some people I knew and quietly drink the evening away. No luck, again! The Chart Room was packed. Very much so. No locals. I was not in the mood to meet and chat with strangers.
Turned around and walked over to the Hot Tin Roof. Same situation. Tons of tourists. No problem, however, a table in the bar area was waiting.
Spoke with Joseph a bit. Joseph is the Hot Tin Roof manager. He is also the warden at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church. A good man. We talked about St. Paul’s.
Then home. Could not sleep in bed again. My hip. Spent the night in the recliner chair. No problem. slept like a baby!
Enjoy your Sunday!
I’ve been reading Konk Life lately. I have to admit I forced myself to read it in the beginning. Its apparent to me that you are really a closet republican, oh the horror ! [ smiley face ]