The restaurant waitstaff of "Las Mañanitas" broke out in "Estas son las mañanitas..." which according to my limited understanding of Mexican culture at the time, was the equivalent of Happy Birthday. Every guest, at the elegant outdoor restaurant in Cuernavaca, joined along. It wasn't my birthday and I stared at my future husband in confusion. He just smiled and gestured that he wasn't sure himself what all the fuss was about but that I should play along. The head waiter presented a large slice of cake topped with a candle and handed me a beautiful white lily. I thanked him graciously trying to pretend it was my birthday.
Since we arrived at the famous restaurant, things seemed strange. As we pulled up from long drive, the valet greeted us with: "Doctor, bienvenido!" The rest of the staff we encountered on the path leading from the front door to the lounge chairs in the beautiful garden seemed to know my fiance.
"Do you bring all your dates here?" I asked playfully, sipping my cocktail near the fountain. "How do they know you're a doctor?"
"I must have given my name as Dr. Jaime Belkind Gerson" he said, "when I made the reservation. I haven't been here in years, but I love this place and I wanted to take you out of Mexico City. Las Mañanitas is known for it's incredible service, they are just preforming their job, I guess," he supposed.
|Jaime and I at Las Mañanitas 1993|
"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed. "Thank You!"
"Look again," he insisted.
I re-examined the Lily and asked "It's gorgeous and also smells amazing, but what is this all about? It's not my birthday."
"Oh, the song is also for anniversaries," he smiled.
"But it's not our anniversary is it?" I began to doubt myself. Did I forget our anniversary?Everyone in the restaurant was staring at us. They too were wondering why the staff persisted to hang around. The waiter (who turned out to be the manager / son-in-law of the owner), reached down to my flower and said: "allow me". He twisted the white blossom, practically stuck it under my nose and said, "look again!"
There, nestled between the pedals I discovered an engagement ring. Oh my god, I thought. Everyone was smiling and Ruben (the manager, who later became our friend), helped me untangle the diamond. Jaime placed it on my finger. It fit perfectly! Everyone clapped and finally, to my relief, returned to their jobs or their food which was getting cold.
I was not expecting a ring. We had been engaged for months and agreed not to spend money we didn't have on such frivolous things. We were buying a house and that was where we allocated our savings. When I regained my speeches, I reminded my husband of this pact.
"Didn't we agree not to do the ring thing?" I asked gently, since much planning had gone into this beautiful gesture.
"We did," he acknowledged. I didn't buy it. "This was my grandmother's ring" he told me. "I spent the last three days tracking it down with my grandfather."
"And you gave it to the waiter?" I gasped. "Seriously? Someone could have stolen it? It's priceless, and could never be replaced! It's your grandmother's!
"I gave it to the manager/owner. This is a very reputable place. No one stole it, did they?" he concluded triumphantly.
|Salomon and Anita Gerson|
May 23, 1943
Anita died shortly before I met Jaime. We think of her often, and the ring holds a special connection between her and I. It also represents a final seal of approval from the Jaime's grandfather, whom I loved and admired. Anita must have been wearing her ring in this wedding portrait, but it's obstructed by her beautiful bouquet of white Lilies! Here I thought I didn't want a ring. Instead, I inherited a family heirloom which connects me to my husband and his family in the most powerful way.
|Anita Cwilich Shapiro de Gerson|
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