Happy Easter! Today’s links roundup will be postponed until tomorrow.

bouquet of pink, orange, and yellow roses with baby's breath

Pretty flowers I saw recently at Trader Joe’s

Happy Easter to those who celebrate, happy end-of-Passover to my fellow Jews, and happy spring to everyone in the Northern hemisphere!

I’ve been having a wonderful weekend of casual interfaith hanging-outage. Last night, I had a few friends over for a “seder” that involved mostly eating chicken soup and matzoh balls (which my friend Sam made using her mom’s recipe!), ordering Chinese, and watching The Prince of Egypt. And now I’m about to head to my local park for an Easter egg hunt organized by another friend, to be following by general frolicking and dinner.

I haven’t had time to put together this week’s links post, so I’ll put it up tomorrow (which is a holiday here in Massachusetts anyway).

We look back, and we look forward (a post about inter-generational fatness that turned into so much more)

sepia-tinted black and white photo of a family from the 1930s: mother, father, and two boys

This is a picture of my paternal grandfather with his brother and parents in Krakow, Poland sometime around 1930. I came across it while looking through a treasure trove of old family photos at my grandmother’s house.

I know where my body shape comes from.

I mean, I already knew–there are plenty of fat/chubby/in-betweenie people on both sides of my family. But it’s amazing to see visual evidence of how far back it goes, contrary to the popular belief that “obesity” is a newfangled invention of modern society, that everyone was thin in some idealized heyday before TV and fast food.

It’s just amazing to see my own body looking back at me from nearly a century ago.

To see how the threads of history, of family, weave through us and tie us together.

This was my first, uncomplicated reaction when I saw the photo.

What’s harder to tangle with, and to write about–even though I know it in my bones–the fact that my grandfather’s parents didn’t make it out of Europe alive. My grandfather and his Irish-twin brother (born a year apart on the same day) escaped and found each other in America years later.

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