Growing up, my favorite stories of all were the ones that my mother, Concetta Lucia, and my grandmother, Amalia, used to tell about the two enormous
fig trees behind the family's Italian market — Goglia's (it's still open, in Bristol, RI)-- where my mother spent her youth in the tiny apartment above the store.
The incident concerning the barren
fig tree (Mark 11: 12 - 14) may portray this expectation of an imminent end even more vividly, if Jeremias is correct in suspecting an Aramaic imperfect with an originally future significance
behind the Greek text.