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In Hebrew School, when I was probably eight or so, the school organized
a program to plant trees in Israel. Each kid had one tree that they
could dedicate any way they wanted. It was stressed that we should pick
somebody important or somebody we loved very much. On the little submission
slip they handed me I scrawled out "My mom." A few weeks later, we got certificates anouncing the official plantings. I was incensed to find my tree had been dedicated to "My Mom" -- literally. It was very upsetting to me that they hadn't automatically translated "My mom" to her name, "Lucille Poskanzer". Now, of course, I think it's kind of cute that somewhere in Israel is a tree with a plaque reading "To My Mom".
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