Rachael Ray asks the guests on her daytime TV show 3 random questions designed to let the viewer know the celebrity a bit (because they are always unflinchingly honest during a talk show interview). She asked Sarah Michelle Geller, “If you could have dinner with anyone, alive or dead, who would it be?” Ms. Geller responded “Jackie Kennedy Onassis” to which the crowd “ooohhed” and Rachael complimented “good choice”.
I have heard this question before and enjoy hearing the wide variety of answers and reasons why. Some people feel the weight of it and take a long time to decide, while others quickly answer something like, “Brad Pitt, hands down”. One of the most popular answers is Jesus; so many people are dying to meet Jesus. I anticipate a moment beyond the greatest joy I can imagine when I meet my Lord, but I have a gut feeling that it is best to wait until my reservation is called.
As a toddler, I lived with my Mom’s Mom for a while until she died when I was five. To
people who knew Evelyn she was a strong woman with firm opinions rooted in Christianity and traditional values. Everyone agrees on that and her tendency to hand out harsh criticism. I would not say I was spoiled, but I was certainly doted on by my Grandmother and she took wonderful care of me. I recall much of my time with her and have no mean memories, except when she sent me to bed at 7pm., which seemed malicious at the time. She went to bed an hour later and got up early to go to work as a housekeeper, so obviously my perspective has changed. We were fortunate that my
Grandmother’s sister saved a paper she wrote for a 12th grade oration where she spoke about World Peace and won third place. In this paper my Grandma’s idealism shines
forth as only a young woman’s can, calling for men to love their countrymen and
put an end to war forever. She talks of Christianity and acknowledges that not all Christians are peacemakers, but all peacemakers are Christians. I have always doubted the assessments of people who knew her because my experience was
with a loving Grandmother who may have sternly insisted I keep my head still
when she put in ponytails, but looked the other way when I snuck Hershey bars
from the kitchen cabinet. Her oration paper made me realize that she was much more than the stern first-born child of Rose and Charles, more than the judge of my mother’s young pregnancy, and more than my Grandma. I think she was likely a complicated woman who may have been bashed about by those strong ideals, but held on nonetheless to what she believed was right. I would love to have dinner with her and get to know her better. I think we might have a lot in common and I would like her.