I found a memento from my bar mitzvah in my parents’ house. Was it finally time to let go of the past, or was it worth keeping?
By Leonard Felson for Tablet Magazine
I
was cleaning out my parents’ house for the last time: the two-story
stucco structure my father built in Northern California in the early
1960s, where I’d grown up, where my mother had died four years ago, and
where my father finally left 18 months later when he moved into a
retirement community. Dad had taken some furniture, books, kitchenware,
and framed photographs to Baywood Court—“retirement redefined,” said the
sign welcoming visitors to the semi-independent-living complex—but he’d
left plenty behind: beds, carpets, desks, an out-of-tune upright piano.
Now that we’d decided to sell the house, my father and my two younger
brothers and I were going through what remained, deciding what was worth
keeping, and what was junk.But sometimes such a distinction isn’t so clear.
In the otherwise empty refrigerator, I found an odd heirloom: the three-inch-by-four-inch confectionery replica of the Ten Commandments that adorned my bar mitzvah cake 48 years ago. My mother had hoarded it in the butter compartment, and even after her death, it lived on. My brother Howard stuck a Post-it note on the fridge door: “Len’s bar mitzvah cake decoration in refrigerator (since 1965)! Do not disconnect without moving it to another refrigerator, please!”
On the last day in the house, as I stood alone looking into the fridge, I faced a dilemma. Those Ten Commandments had meant something to my mother, and I felt tugged to honor her; I could transfer them to my dad’s new kitchen, or I could schlep them on the plane back to the East Coast and keep them in my own fridge. Or I could do what no one in my family ever considered: throw them out.
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On
a typical Friday evening on Tel Aviv’s Ben Yehuda Street, this city
known for its vibrant nightlife is in weekend mode. Beachgoers walk home
as the sun goes down, sandy and tanned, clutching towels and
flip-flops. Elegant couples head out for drinks and dinner. Singles
gather at pubs and start to make their late-night plans for the biggest
club night of the week.
The
headline-making issues facing American Jews and Judaism are all too
obvious from the statistics gathered in the latest Pew report: climbing
rates of out-marriage, growing numbers of Jews with no interest
whatsoever in Judaism, a noticeable distancing from Israel. Only among
the religiously observant, it seems, is the continuity of a vibrant
Jewish life secured.
Have you ever noticed the difference between one Hasid's hat and another?
If
you've never heard the Yiddish/Hebrew phrase, "kein ayin hara," get
ready to meet your new favorite saying. Literally, these words
translate as "no evil eye." Together, they function as a Jewish "knock
on wood." 

If
you’ve got to lug stuff around, you might as well do it in style—in
Jewish style, that is! This 38-centimeter by 15-inch canvas bag comes in
black, white and hot pink. You can even have your giftee’s name or
other personalized text printed on the back at no additional cost. (
Padded Matroyshka-Print iPad Case
When
my daughter’s classmate Hannah was diagnosed with cancer and started
chemotherapy, all the parents of fifth-graders in our Jewish day school
banded together to try to help her family. One mother offered to
organize a carpool to take Hannah’s siblings to their after-school
activities if her parents were still busy at the hospital; another said
she’d arrange delivery of home-cooked dinners; someone else would pick
up basic necessities like toilet paper and milk.
Start
basting your turkey and spinning your dreidels, because for the first
and only time in our lives, Thanksgivukkah is coming! This November
28th, when American Jews gather around the Thanksgiving table to talk
about the things we appreciate and to dig into elaborate feasts, we’ll
have another holiday to celebrate, too: Hanukkah.
Israel
has a marriage problem. In April, Hiddush, an Israeli nonprofit,
published a “Freedom of Marriage World Map,” which graded countries
based on the level of freedom each grants its citizens with regard to
personal status. Israel was the only Western country that received a
grade of 0, putting it in the company of Afghanistan, Iran, Pakistan,
Saudi Arabia, and Sudan.
In
his new biography The Worlds of Sholem Aleichem, Jeremy Dauber recounts
the extraordinary life and career of the man who was dubbed “the Jewish
Mark Twain,” a writer who created Tevye—the enduring character at the
center of Fiddler on the Roof. Sholem Aleichem’s reputation continued to
grow after his death in 1916, as Dauber describes in the following
excerpt.
The
most surprising thing about meeting Howard Gordon in person is how calm
he is—you would expect the writer and producer behind such shows as 24
and Homeland to radiate just a touch of the existential anxiety his work
so potently explores. But on a recent afternoon in TriBeCa, New York,
the poet of ticking time bombs and countdown clocks—who had just come
from having pizza and a CitiBike ride with his wife, Cami—was thoughtful
and laid back as he discussed his path from Long Island to Hollywood
fame.
Helène
Aylon grew up in Borough Park, Brooklyn, in a tight-knit world of
Orthodox families. From early on, she was a bit of a rebel, but that
didn’t stop her from following the path prescribed for her. At 18, she
married a rabbi, and they had two children. Then, when she was just 25,
her husband fell ill; she was a widow by 30.
During
excavations at the foot of the Temple Mount, which were conducted this
summer, Hebrew University of Jerusalem archaeologist Dr. Eilat Mazar
discovered two bundles of treasure containing 36 gold coins, gold and
silver jewelry, and a gold medallion with the menorah (Temple
candelabrum) symbol etched into it.
We
ask of G‑d that if we were destined to be the recipients of harsh
decrees in the new year, may they be transferred to this chicken in the
merit of this mitzvah of charity.
It
seems like Jewish apps have existed as long as the smartphone. Your
iPhone can teach you to bake challah, take you to the Western Wall, and
even say the prayer after meals.
There
is a Jewish holiday that is not practiced very much—especially in the
Northwest where the Jewish population is small and dispersed over the
mountains and the plains. It is celebrated Saturday night before the
High Holy Days begin with the New Year—Rosh Hashanah—the birthday of the
world.
Until recently, the city of Surabaya, on the
Indonesian island of Java, had one synagogue. But now it has none, and nobody's
quite sure why.
Biblical texts often mention "honey" as the sweetener
of choice though some historians believe that the honey referenced in the Bible
was actually a sort of fruit paste. Real honey was, of course, available but
much more difficult to acquire! Honey represented good living and wealth. The
Land of Israel is often called the land of "milk and honey" in the Bible.
After apples and honey, round loaves of challah are
the most recognizable food symbol of Rosh HaShanah. Challah is a kind of braided
egg bread that is traditionally served by Jews on Shabbat. During Rosh HaShanah,
however, the loaves are shaped into spirals or rounds symbolizing the continuity
of Creation. Sometimes raisins or honey are added to the recipe in order to make
the resulting loaves extra sweet. (Click here to learn more about challah shapes
and meanings.)
Over the years, rabbis have played with the letters of
the word “Elul,” to infer messages about the purpose and essence of this holy
time. Below are some popular “derivations” of the name for this month, with
commentary about the messages behind the acronyms.
“A Jew dare not live with absolute certainty, not only
because certainty is the hallmark of the fanatic...but also because doubt is
good for the human soul...”—Rabbi Emanuel Rackman 
It was a sticky, overcast afternoon in April. The sky
seemed to be debating, like an undecided groom, between revealing a glamorous
sun and unleashing a ruinous rain. I waited in a rental car outside one of those
generic American hotels on the outskirts of one of those charming Southern towns
for my contact to emerge. 
Sporting a blue t-shirt emblazoned with a Star of
David, Jessie Kahnweiler walks across a bridge with a guy who's also dressed as
a Super Jew. They've been flitting about LA bestowing fortune on average
citizens—culminating in a goofy scene in which their light sabers magically
spark some guy's cigarette. 

h Temple Beth El, a Reform shul, to form Congregation
Beth Israel, combining customs and sharing sacred spaces to preserve Jewish life
in an area that saw its heyday around World War II. 
If you thought the wonders of the Internet
were best characterized by videos of cats on treadmills and Words With Friends,
consider the experience of Shmuel Tikvah ben Yaacov. The web introduced him to
his heritage.
Avi Weiss has always been known as an unapologetic
revolutionary. As a young Orthodox rabbi in the 1960s and ’70s, he was
instrumental in helping build the Student Struggle for Soviet Jewry, a movement
predicated on the idea that established Jewish institutions were doing too
little to help their brethren behind the Iron Curtain. In 1985, he led a group
of Jews in a guerrilla Shabbat service at the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp,
a historic and intentionally symbolic episode organized in protest of President
Reagan’s visit to a war cemetery at Bitburg, where members of the SS were
buried, during a state visit to Germany. Four years later, months before the
collapse of communism across Eastern Europe, Weiss and six others were
physically attacked after they scaled the walls of a Carmelite convent that had
been built at Auschwitz and conducted an impromptu Torah study session in
objection to the Catholic presence at the site of so much Jewish death. Weiss’
arrest record is legendary and stretches from New York to Oslo, Norway, where he
was detained in 1994 while demonstrating against Yasser Arafat’s receipt of the
Nobel Peace Prize. 
