An Apology and a Casserole: My Connection with Hillary

With all the primary turn-arounds, media pile-ons, and shifting momentum, I'd like to share a couple of personal experiences I've had with Hillary Clinton.

Some background: My late husband Chaim was the long-time rabbi at a reform temple in Chappaqua, New York. When the Lewinsky mess was at its worst, Bill Clinton gave two public apologies. The first was brusque. Then, at a prayer breakfast, he offered a more heartfelt apology, quoting from Gates of Repentance, the prayer book my husband created for Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur services.

The media descended on our house. Networks called. The New York Times wrote a profile of Chaim. President Clinton sent us a copy of his speech and a gracious note. And that, I thought, was that.

A year or so later when the Clintons bought their Dutch Colonial in Chappaqua, we were invited to a small "welcome to the neighborhood" potluck dinner party in their honor. The hostess said that Hillary had asked we be included. My husband and I were surprised by her thoughtfulness and by her savvy in remembering that we lived there.

We arrived with a bowl of hot artichoke dip on a cold January night, right before Bill Clinton's next-to-the-last State of the Union address. We were warned this was to be a relaxing, neighborly event, and to dress down and act casual. No reporters would be there, no beltway bloviators. Most of the few guests were skeptical Republican neighbors

The Clintons arrived with a small meat casserole and some big Secret Service guys. Chelsea, too. The first daughter had blossomed into an attractive young woman. She confided to a few of us that for the first time she would have her own room, in her own house.

Bill, nicely filling a sky-blue sweater, worked the room, dispensing charm and soaking up basic info: "Where's the best deli? Where should I walk Buddy?" (Poor Buddy was soon to be killed by a car on the road we suggested.) The chat remained local, and we all went along with it as naturally as possible, considering we were chatting about septic tanks with the most powerful man in the world.

And then there was Hillary. Shorter than I realized, and prettier. Would she be the cold witch portrayed in the media or the warm woman people who had met her raved about? Turned out she laughed that big laugh, and seemed to listen when you talked, and even the skeptics found her appealing.

Nobody wanted to be uncool and ask for a photo-op, but when one neighbor slyly brought out a camera and asked for a photo, the rest of our cameras came out, like mushrooms after a rainstorm. Chaim had brought a disposable, and I posed with the president, with his arm around me. And we smiled and stood there... and stood there, for what seemed like a full minute, and for some reason Chaim couldn't get the camera to work and frankly I didn't think it was that weird to have Bill Clinton close to me. He was known for just that!

Finally the President of the United States of America took his hand from my shoulder and said, "Rabbi, can I help you with that?" And he walked over to Chaim and moved the lever on the camera, walked back and put his arm right back where it had been.

Our connection wasn't entirely over. A bit later, Hillary invited us to attend her announcement to run for the Senate, but we were traveling. I did meet her again at a political event, and had a photo taken with her. No arm around me, but she remembered me, by name.

The next September, since they lived a few blocks away from the temple, Chaim invited the Clintons to the High Holy Days services, and though they couldn't come, Hillary wrote a personal note. The next year, when Bill was retired to country squire and Hill was a Senator, both Clintons did show up, he in a skullcap, surprising the late-service congregants and staying to schmooze.

The Clinton effect lingered just a bit more. Due to the connection with Bill's apology, when my husband died, "Monica Lewinsky" appeared in the first paragraph of his Times obituary. By the time I sold our house a couple of years later, I was relieved not to incur the wrath of strangers by uttering "Chappaqua."

As I watched the pundits spew opinions about the primaries the other night, I smiled about the potluck casserole that Hillary supposedly prepared for that neighborhood party. Whatever the ultimate result of this election, she's definitely better at running for president than she is at cooking.

Lea Lane is editor of the lifestyle website, www.sololady.com, and authored Solo Traveler: Tales and Tips for Great Trips (Fodor's).

Comments

[cinemaven]

I really enjoyed this.

Almost every politician I've met (from every political stripe) started out wanting to help and serve. Many of them maintain that course (I believe Hillary is one of those) but some give the profession a bad name with corruption and deception. Most politicians I've met also have winning personalities. I find Huckabee very engaging when I see him on television even though I'm repulsed by his political views.

I wish the MSM would stop discussing pols haircuts, style of laughing or personalities and just concentrate their policies and qualifications.

[greejambri]

hillary clinton is a human being, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...I don't know hrc personally and have no desire to do so, but i can tell that i've seen enough of her pandering, triangulating, playing both ends against the middle, talking out of 17 sides of her mouth, getting angry, getting snarky, getting disingenuous, getting vulnerable, voting for war, spinning about voting for war, smearing opponents, ad infinitum, that i don't care if she the sweetest thing this side of sally field, she'll never get my vote. and the 35 years of experience stuff is a crock of you-know-what. does she include being in the young republicans' club in her resume, and being on the board of walmart? puhleeeeeeez!

[lynnn]

Is it sexist to mention that Hillary was prettier in person?

[longislandlol]

She is like the rest of us babyboomer women-- we want to belong-- we need to belong-- our father's maybe were too crtical of us and we needed reassurance from outside our strangulated family circle...

[NotaBeliever]

Do we know that Squire Bill didn't whip up that casserole, instead of Senator Clinton? Women usually know what they can cook ... men take credit for trying.
Nice story, though.

[yowza1]

Ha I what fun, nice story. Bill in a skullcap, high dudgeon. I luv the Clintons.

[hrayovac]

When you have a real live honest-to-God movement going on in America....Hillary Clinton is just a very nice fixture pinned to the wall.

But she is not the center. She didn't start the fire. She is Jesse Jackson to Martin Luther King, though she hasn't gone out of her way to take any risks that would hurt the brand, Hillary '08.

And she did facilitate the Iraq authorization. That counts for more than just one vote if you are to believe that she has been "fighting for us for thirty five years."