There
was the anticipation of hot pretzels on Park Ave, a cup of
steaming cocoa in Rockefeller Center, an escalator ride at Gimbels and
of course the mecca of toy departments at Macys. But in order for any
of these holiday trappings to occur one was required to first visit the
“Baby Jesus.” My mother was an early staunch advocate of making sure
that the spiritual aspect of the season was not overshadowed by the
commercialization of Christmas. So in keeping with her wishes, the
first half of our December trip to Manhattan was usually dedicated to
visiting a number of mangers and Nativity scenes in Catholic churches
throughout the city. For a young impatient lad this additional show of
reverence, normally reserved for Sunday mass and funerals, appeared to
be a rather inflated tariff for just a cup of cocoa and some pretzels.
Though looking back I must admit that even as a child these simple
displays of the Christian faith did instill a sense of wonder. As an
adult I have a less than trusting view of most religious customs and
institutions; but every year after Thanksgiving I still put up my
Nativity scene. There remains a magic in that tradition that transcends
ritual and convention. Adorning the top of my entertainment center in
ceramic figurines lays the hope of all mankind - a loving family, safe
refuge, the guidance of wise men and the protection of angels.
Recently David McBride and I escaped the pre-noon chill of early
December by ducking into the warm confines of the OLD TOWN BAR. This
snug inviting landmark on 18th Street houses one of the best looking
taverns in North America, and during this time of the year the
atmosphere and mood of the place is near perfect. The festoon of green
wreathing and old fashioned lights hanging along the mahogany back bar
helped to rekindle Manhattan memories of Christmases past.
Even my late mother would have approved of this festive location, for
sheltered beneath the branches of their tree was indeed the Holy
Family. The pictures of Frank McCourt and Seamus Heaney hanging over my
shoulder reminded me of the wise counsel that comes from the east,
(Heaney from Northern Ireland and McCourt born in Brooklyn). And John
Chambers, our angelic host behind the bar poured a pint of Anchor Steam
Christmas Ale that seemed to have the faintest hint of
cocoa and baked
pretzels.
Here in the OLD TOWN what is best about the
secular and spiritual realm
becomes one – and like all truly great public houses - the spirit of
the season is honored and celebrated every day of the
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THE RELIGIOUS CELEBRATION
OF CHRISTMAS IS MAINTAINED . . .
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. . . AND THE
CULTURAL ONE AS WELL
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