McDonald International Synagogue Rosh Hashanah 5782

On Being a Link in the Chain Judith Fineberg we always walked up the back staircase to the top of the ‘triple-decker’ house straight into the kitchen; the walls were papered in a large floral green swirl, spotless linoleum covered creaky wood floorboards, a scrubbed oilcloth brightened the table, always laden with delicacies from Grandma’s oven, the selection like the year’s calendar: sticky teiglach, honey cake, potato latkes, hamantaschen, coconut macaroons every week notes of mama lashon floated upon vapors of simmering chicken soup; linguistic stem cells leached out from the boiling bones formed the full range of human affect: espressivo exhalations, jubilant, proud meant for all to hear sotto voce utterances, secretive, sorrowfulnot words for tender ears (they should never know from it!) unspoken stories remained marrow deep a displaced generation left their known world behind crossed world’s oceans laden with little more than history wisps of dreams fervent prayers they were gone before I understood the questions who will tell their stories now? oh, not knowing I am diminished n ‫ | ראש השנה תשפ׳׳ב‬29