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חווית תקופת הקרונה שלי: רבה יהודית אלדמן-גרין

וּכְבָר נִמְנוּ פַּעַם אַחַת בְּבֵית עֲלִיַּת עָרִים בְּלוֹד וְאָמְרוּ מִי גָדוֹל הַתַּלְמוּד אוֹ הַמַּעֲשֶׂה, רַבִּי טַרְפוֹן אוֹמֵר גָּדוֹל הוּא הַמַּעֲשֶׂה, רַבִּי עֲקִיבָא אוֹמֵר גָּדוֹל הוּא הַתַּלְמוּד…., נִמְנוּ וְגָמְרוּ גָּדוֹל הוּא הַתַּלְמוּד שֶׁמֵּבִיא לִידֵי מַעֲשֶׂה. (שיר השירים רבה ב׳:י״ד:ה)

בחודש האחרון, התחלתי לעבוד במחלקות הקרונה בביה”ח תל השומר, בנוסף למחלקות של סרטן הדם. חולי הקרונה המאושפזים חשים בדידות, חרדה וניתוק, ולכן, ליווי רוחני יכול לפגוש אותם במקום המתאים נפשית. רוב החולים (זה אינו טיפול נמרץ) יכולים לדבר, וגם לנשום לבדם. רובם לא מרגישים מאד חולים מקרונה, אך יש להם עוד מחלות או הגבלות. קרובי משפחה יכולים לבקר לזמן קצר, כשהם במיגון הנכון.
אשה לבושה בבגדי מגן נגד קורונהמי שמכיר אותי, יודע שאני סובלת מחום. אין מילים לתאר את החום, והקלוסטבופיה בתוך חליפת המגן. יש אדים מהכבות השונות כולל המשקפיים. מענין לחוש את הצמא של החולים לביקור, אפילו ממישהי שאינה אלא צורה לבנה. אישה חרדית אמרה לי, “איני יודעת אם את צעירה, מבוגרת, דתיה או חלונית… אך אפשר לדבר איתך.” יש יתרון של נגישות רוחנית כל עוד איני מוגדרת. אני יכולה להיות מה שהם צריכים! זה הרעיון גם עם חולים שכן יכולים לראות אותי, להיות שם בשבילם.

ליוויתי שם אישה על ערש דווי, ואת בנה, אמרנו “שמע ישראל.” שרתי לכמה אנשים. הקשבתי. ישבתי לידם.

זה מפגש פנים אל פנים עם המגיפה המאיימת הזו ועם בני אדם מכל רקע אפשרי. ניצולת שואה ערירית, אישה מוכה שנדבקה בהוסטל, אב צעיר עם תופעות קשות לטווח הארוך. גם התחלנו במפגשים עם הצוות. מאד קשה לצוות, שעות ארוכות, משמרות רבות. אחות אחת אמרה “אני מפחדת שאהיה מחוסנת בפני אובדן. אני רוצה תמיד להרגיש.”  אישה שעובדת ככוח עזר אמרה שהיא מרגישה שזו הפעם הראשונה שההנהלה רואה אותה וכמה קשה היא עובדת. הם דאגו לשפר מעט את התנאי העבודה והביאו כורסאות נוחות לחדר הצוות. עד למפגשים איתי ועם עוד מלווה רוחני, אף אחד לא דאג לצד הנפשי של המצב.

בתקופה הזו של עומס יתר רגשי, של אובדן, החוויה של תפילה בהוד והדר עוד יותר יקרה לי, היא עוד יותר ארמון בזמן. מתגעגעת לכולם, מברכת את כולם.

 

דברים לזכר אבי, בנימין ולבר, ז”ל, שנפטר בי”א חשון, לפני 25 שנה

לאחרונה כאשר אמי דפדפה בין ניירות לתיוק, נתגלה לעיניה דף עם רישומים של אבי, דברים שכנראה התכוון להביא לליל הסדר. בקיצור נמרץ, הוא התעמק בפירוש המלה “פסח”, וציין שיש למלה זו 2 מובנים: “הגנה” או protection ו”פסח = פסע” או skipping .המובן השני, הפחות שכיח, מופיע בשני מקורות: בתרגום השבעים, ובספר ישעיה, פרק לא’ פסוק ה’: “ככְּצִפֳּרִים עָפוֹת כֵּן יָגֵן ה’ צְבָאוֹת עַל־יְרוּשָׁלִָם גָּנוֹן וְהִצִּיל פָּסֹחַ וְהִמְלִיט׃” במילים שלו:

 המליט  = save, deliver, rescue, or give birth

Hence an admirable pun: המליט & פסח — lambing, saving.

דברים אלו גרמו לי להיזכר שוב באבי בהתפעלות. כמה רחבה ופורייה הייתה החשיבה שלו, לא רק פיסיקה והקשר בין המקצוע שלו לתפיסתו את העולם, האל והאדם, אלא יריעה רחבה, אין-סופית של התעניינות בכל. איך הוא הגיע לפסוק הזה בספר ישעיה? איך הוא שם לב למשחק המילים!

חשבתי עליו ועל פעלולי המוח שלו, ורציתי ללכת בעקבותיו. אז שמתי לב ש”גנון והציל” גם טומן בחובו משחק מילים. גנון—להגן, ובכך להציל; אבל גם גנון—כמו גגון שמגן עלינו מקרני השמש היוקדת, ובכך לספק צל, הצללה (שימו לב להכפלת האותיות של השורשים ג-נ-ן ה-צ-ל). והנה, בזכות אבי, עליתי על עוד משחק מילים נאה בפסוק בישעיה.

טוב היה להחיות שוב קצת מן הרוח של אבי. יהי זכרו ברוך.

Like survivors emerging from a bunker following a serious attack, we gathered at Hod VeHadar as the first Corona closure was lifted. There was much joy meeting in person after the isolation and fear many of us experienced as the pandemic swept the globe. The first open Shabbath was the Yahzeit of my father and I felt gratitude that I was able to say Kaddish. There were many other adjustments we had to make in addition to the restrictions of social distancing and the now all too familiar masks. Should we  pray downstairs in the Tamar center(which gives us the option of additional members to sit outside) or in the main hall? The numbers allowed to attend changed frequently. John Pollard did an amazing job arranging Torah readers and the Torah readers rose to the occasion as the pool of available readers shrunk. We approached the High Holy Days wondering what would be allowed. Setting up streaming enabled the house bound, vulnerable and locked down to be part of the services. 

We became the Corona minyan, which for me is a spiritual oasis in this time of turmoil.

All who feel comfortable attending are invited and those who still feel unsure, join us via streaming

25/10/20

Am I living in a space capsule?  That thought occurred to me this morning as I sat in my living room and listened to a live streamed Shacharit service for Yom Kippur.  The tefilah was expertly pre-recorded and provided access to a heartfelt melodious davening for untold numbers of those sheltering in place.  With a click on a clearly marked link, I entered a virtual synagogue, took my seat, front row center, and let the tefilah wash over me.  In this virtual synagogue, I am the only member.  That’s not a bad thing, it reduces the temptation to gossip or think poorly of those sitting across the sanctuary who are talking loudly or dressed outrageously or didn’t return my call.  Good to get a jump on avoiding the list of sins repeatedly staring me in the face from the pages of the Machzor.

Am I living in a space capsule?  Where are the other astronauts? Haven’t I learned that in person contact with three dimensional people raises my spirits?  I might have clicked on the clearly marked Shacharit icon two days before Yom Kippur or two days after.  That is when the space capsule metaphor popped into my head.  (Clearly, I am under the influence of Netflix series covering space flight).  But, its true and maybe it would be calming and invigorating to hear the liturgy, the piyyutim sung out to me from my laptop speaker on a regular day while I’m washing the floor or sipping my morning coffee.  Up until Corona, I connected the High Holiday melodies to a specific day and time.  But now, I am hunkered down in my space capsule with a virtual world at my fingertips.  Time is no longer a factor.  I either have the strength to use time productively or go crazy from timelessness (the absence of a structured schedule). 

So clearly, since the former is preferable to the latter, I will endeavor to scrape out a balance on the time continuum (more Netflix influence) which will include one part: bill paying, one part: meal planning, one part: calling the kids, and the most important part: STAR WARS.

I’ve been mother of the groom (MOG) before but not in the days of Corona.  My strategy on being MOG is to situate myself in a comfortable seat in the gallery.  No expectations except to enjoy watching the cycle of life turn yet another notch. 
In the days of Corona my go to reply when receiving innumerable updates regarding the wedding date / location / number of guests / of, “Yes, ok, I understand” was working overtime  How many times can you plan this wedding???  Though very empathetic to young couple’s changing plans:

Wedding date:  June 4 / August 20
Location: Golan / Galil / Golan
Number of Guests: 200 / 100/ 10 / 20 / 30 , I became desensitized and nonchalant. 

Weddings are festive gatherings which bring two families together and increase the love all around.

Stretch our inner circle.   I know this, I’ve done it very happily twice before.

I was sad.  Someone was missing.  My sister, Linda, who lives in New York would not be able to travel to the wedding in Israel.  She is a loving aunt and very present in her niece and nephew’s lives.  Linda and I Face Time almost every day.

I was sad.  Someone was missing.  My sister, Marla, who died four years ago from liver disease.

We are the remnants of the Kahn family from Monticello Avenue in Chicago.  Don’t mean to sound dramatic but we are and it is still difficult for me to accept.   Time is passing.  The actuarial tables are gaining on us and we don’t like it.

Taking a deep breath, I looked in my Corona survival kit and pulled out the tools I needed to reboot my enthusiasm for a wedding in the days of Corona.  I gathered my community around me.

Though my closest friends could not be present, I borrowed a stunning handmade chuppah from my friend, Aliza’s mother, Rahel Hammer.  We tied the chuppah to the pole hooks with rope and took the extra precaution of tying a second time with PVC tape to prevent the chuppah flying away on the Golan wind.

Though my HVH buddies could not be present, I borrowed the chuppah poles from Hod veHadar.  So many of our sons and daughters have celebrated Shabbatot Chatan Kallah and weddings using the shul chuppah poles.

Though my family could not be present, I took countless photos and videos sharing a very alternative wedding vibe from the glorious setting on Har Shiffon in Ramat HaGolan.  The sun was shining,  the wind was blowing, and the darbouka was drumming.  All of us celebrating together.

 

                                                                                                Pesah 5780, 9 April 2020

This is the story of my Corona Passover, or פסח קורונה

I had a lovely evening, and want to tell you about it. Which doesn’t mean you want to read about it. So, this is where you can stop

There are many things I don’t like about the major holidays, and one of them is the question “where will you be / what are you doing for Rosh Hashana / Pesah?” I don’t like the question because, frankly, I don’t care where people are, and because I’m a nasty person. If the answer is “I have no plans yet,” or worse “Unfortunately, I have no plans,” I feel I must come to the rescue and invite them. So, I don’t ask, and when people ask me, I answer with a fact, and not – the Jewish way – with a question “and you?”

I was getting all of this “Oh, you’ll be alone for the seder.” I kept on referring to my seder as a solo seder. The explanation being that solo means I’m on center stage. There are lots and lots of people out there. The problem is that the corona light is very glary and blinds me, so that from my center-stage position, I don’t see you all. But I know you are there. Solo. Not alone. Certainly not lonely
It took a few days of soul searching to decide that this year I won’t be changing dishes. I’d cleaned my kitchen for the holiday, but to get the dishes down would mean standing on a ladder and doing some dangerous stuff. Or ask someone for help in these days of plague-driven social distancing. Both options seemed wrong. In the end, my cleaning woman could come, and she took down a few things for me, so now I have some Pesah dishes and my cutlery down, but everything else is of the non-Pesah variety שולחן הדר ערוך לסועדת יחידה

For my non-Jewish friends reading this, this makes very little sense. Trust me, my friends, I’ve been a Jew for over 73 years, and I think we’ve gone way overboard with this. Explanations over a beer – which I can’t have for the next week

Those of you who’ve been here for Friday night dinner or Saturday lunch know that I have a tablecloth that my guests sign, and I then embroider. So, it was out on the table, and many of you were there with me, matzah crumbs and all

Every item on the table had meaning – the plates had been my parents’ (or Dorie’s Aunt Teresa’s, also over beer) the cutlery was a gift from my grandparents my first Pesah in the States (1969). The water glass and Elijah’s cup – crystal that had belonged to my parents. The Pesah dish – from Rafi’s parents’ home, the candlesticks his mother’s, etc. etc. Alone? Are you serious?

The Pesah dish had some traditional and some nontraditional items. No, no orange.  I’d done all my shopping last week, on Thursday, so that lettuce or parsley, which are the usual things for karpas, wouldn’t have kept. Instead, yesterday morning, I took a walk and picked a few leaves of חוביזה, which my dictionary tells me is mallow. The name is Arabic  خبّيزه , and the Hebrew name is חלמית but no one uses it. The leaves are edible, and it is important in modern Israeli lore, because when Jerusalem was cut off from the rest of the country in the 1948 war, people picked hubezah for food. This made it, in my way of looking at the universe, an appropriate choiceקרעת הסדר עם משקולת בקום זרוע

I bought haroset and a bit of horseradish root, I had an egg, and then there’s the bone. It’s supposed to remind us of the sacrifices in temple days, of which I don’t want to be reminded. It also is a reference to God’s strong hand and the outstretched arm delivering the Israelites from Egypt. How do you represent a strong hand? See my seder plate for an answer. This will adorn my seders henceforth

I don’t drink wine. This is a problem on a holiday that requires drinking four glasses of the stuff. So, I had a small glass of grape juice and took a small sip each time. You’re also supposed to fill a wine glass for Elijah, for whom we open the door and say what I consider to be vile verses. And Elijah is my least favorite biblical character and I have no desire to see him in my home (even in his later miracle-worker Santa Claus manifestation). If he’s great, he can come in anyway (as he does in all the folktales). Anyway, you don’t give your guests something you wouldn’t drink, do you? So, I filled his glass with arak (raki/ouzo). I figured if he comes, I’ll pour one for myself and drink with him. If he doesn’t – well, you don’t throw food away, do you?

I tied the ribbon that was on the bouquet that my kids had delivered to me around Elijah’s glass. One of the things I don’t like about him is that he had (as I see it) no concept of family. So, I thought he could learn

But before all this happened – just as I was ready to make some matzah balls to soak up the gravy, my feet, in socks only, felt wet. I then realized what the dripping sound I’d been hearing came from. The drain pipe had detached itself from the sink. I could see the problem, but you need two people to fix it. Gloved and masked, my neighbors Sharon and Uzzi came down, and repaired it – temporarily. Hopefully the plumber can come tomorrow

I just realized that my Orthodox friends will read this on Sunday. Today is holiday, as is Friday, then it’s Shabbat. Wow. By the time you’re done with this stretch it’s almost time to eat bread again!

So, some mopping etc., and back to the festivities. Lit candles and started reading the hagaddah. I had asked each of my kids and their families to write a special version of mah nishtana, the four questions sung at the beginning of the seder. They all complied, and I printed them out. So first I sang the traditional questions, then the five corona versions (mine included) and laughed a lot

Kept on reading and singing, skipping the math parts, b ate all of the ritual stuff off the seder plate (the bone is not to be eaten, so I didn’t have to deal with the dumbbell)

My mother used to try to sing a Ladino version of Ehad mi yodea, one of the last songs in the evening. She didn’t know the words and couldn’t carry a tune. I found a rendition of it by Yehoram Gaon, a singer whose voice – and diction – I adore. So ate my meal listening to Ladino songs

Sat down to the second part of the reading. Happy to sing the songs of praises of the Halel and to say grace after the meal, when all this singing started outside. The idea was that at 8:30 pm, people would stand at their windows and on their balconies, so we’ll have a country-wide singing of mah nishtana. I went out on my balcony and joined in. Another experience

By the way – serious curfew here. Police patrolling the streets, and we cannot leave Kfar Saba. People must stay in their place of residence. From 6 pm last night to 7 am this morning you were not allowed out on the street. The out-of-city restrictions will be lifted tomorrow morning. And as of Sunday – we must wear masks when we go out. Not optional

Came back. Finished saying grace. Added a few thoughts, sang all my favorite songs, and read the verse with which I end the seder (not next year in Jerusalem – instead I read Amos 9, 13-15). And then I was done

Just sat enjoying the quiet, the bounty. Elijah hadn’t come so I drank the arak

The glare of corona is still strong. I can’t see you. I know you are there and send you my love

Looking forward to the freedoms we used to have – and hoping we will remember to cherish them

Keep well, safe, and sane

Love, Anita

סיפור קצר על מה שאני עושה לאחרונה בימי הקורונה:

בחופשה הכפויה של הסגר הנכדים תקועים בביתם, ואני רחוקה וסגורה בביתי ואיני יכולה לעזור.

התחלתי להתכתב במייל עם נכדתי בת ה – 12. ילדה חכמה.

כשאני מספרת לה על נעורי לפני 70 שנה זה נשמע כמו שיעור בהיסטוריה.

וההשוואות בין אז לעכשיו מאלפות. היא מתפעלת מן הקידמה הטכנולוגית, וכותבת:

איזה מוזר זה שהעולם לא מפסיק להשתנות.
לפני שבעים שנים בשביל להצטלם אנשים היו מזמינים צלם אל ביתם, והיום לכל אחד יש מצלמה ניידת משלו, והוא יכול לצלם בה מה שהוא רוצה.
לפני שבעים שנה הרעיון הזה כנראה היה עתידני ומרתק.
אולי גם זה, שסבתא מתכתבת עם הנכדה שלה, ובתוך לחיצה המכתב עובר ממקום אחד לשני, היה רעיון מרתק בעבר. 

וכשאני אספר לילדים שלי על החיים “העתידנים והמרתקים” שלי הם יצחקו לי, 

כי כנראה שבעתיד יהיה משהו עוד יותר עתידני ומרתק. 

ואני מספרת לנכדתי שמה שהעסיק אותנו בנעורינו היה תיקון העולם מבחינה מוסרית וערכית. 

חיִינו הלכה למעשה בשתי מהפכות – ציונית וסוציאליסטית (קיבוץ). 

ואני מרגישה צורך להסביר לה מה מסתתר אחרי שתי המילים היפות והנשכחות האלה.

גם הציונות והסוציאליזם היו רעיונות “עתידניים”…

אוקטובר 2020

 

 

האם נעו שפתיה? והימים ימי קורונה. חנה, מסכה עוטה את פניה, במקדש. קולה לא נשמע. האם שפתיה נעו? ואיך היה הסיפור מתפתח לו עלי לא היה רואה את שפתיה?

השנה, ביום א של ראש השנה, ינועו שפתיי ויבטאו את מילותיה של חנה. הכיצד? כמובן, התשובה היא קורונה. ג’ון הודיע שאין מי שיקרא הפטרה. אמרתי לו שאם אין טעמים מיוחדים לחג, אין לי בעיה. כמובן, בהסתייגות הרגילה הקשורה לקריאה שלי – העברית תהיה מדויקת ככל שאוכל, הטעמים יהיו שגויים למרות ניסיונותיי. פתחתי את המחזור לראש השנה, וכמו אסתר – התחלחלתי. גיליתי שזו ההפטרה שכל קורא, ובמיוחד כל קוראת, רוצים לקרוא. והנה, בבלבול הגדול של הקורונה, היא פשוט נפלה לידיי. קטונתי. אבל התחייבתי

כולנו מוצאים את עצמנו בימים אלה עושים דברים שמעולם לא חשבנו שנעשה – לטוב ולרע. למדנו כמה זה 100 מטר מהבית, ואת הרווחה הגדולה שיש ב 500 מטר. למדנו להוקיר ישיבה עם אדם אחד או שניים. למדנו, כמאמר קהלת שאנחנו ב”עת רחוק מחבק” ועדיין האהבה קיימת. למדנו לפחד, לא מרעולי פנים אלא משאינם רעולי פנים. למדנו לחשוד. טיפחנו שנאה נגד “הם”. גילינו שאף אחד לא משתעל בקונצרט – לא בזמן הנגינה ולא בין חלקי היצירה. למדנו להזמין באינטרנט. למדנו אם אנחנו מעדיפים כפפות עם או בלי טלק

המון שיעורים. לא כולם טובים. לא את כולם כדאי להפנים. יום אחד, ניפגש בקידוש ונוכל לדבר על כל זה

 

As I ponder the past 6 months in this strange new world, I marvel at and am grateful for, the innovations in the technical field.

Let’s talk about Zoom in particular without getting “ausgezoomt”.

Zoom has enriched our family life and we are grateful to have it.

The first foray was in order to continue attending Shoshana Zucker’s classes in English.

This was good for me. I began taking notes, which I had never done before.

And I did not have to look for parking!

Then came the Zoom Seder. One of the best Seders we have ever had. We were 6 people on 3 screens. We all had the same food and Hagaddot. We blessed, drank, read, “took a break” for dinner and returned to finish the entire reading!

We even had my Mother in Florida “be” with us for a bit. Ah, the joys of modern technology, when it works!

Since then I have actively looked for events on line.

The first was a Zoom trivia quiz through ESRA. We were 64 computer screens divided into 9 teams. It was a blast.

Breakout rooms with strangers, sharing answers and trying to win.

We had such a nice evening we looked for more.

Recently there was a Bingo night. Again, quite a lot of fun. Again, with strangers. And,no, we did not win anything.

All in good fun.

On the serious side was a three-part lecture/ semi-virtual tour leading up to Tisha B’Av through Beit Avi Chai.

Terrific guide, lots of detail and perfect timing for the Fast Day.

We also did go on a virtual tour of the Western Wall Tunnels, another ESRA activity. The historical and pictorial ground work made it evermore special.

No traffic, not hot and the ability to be with a lot of people without wearing masks.

Hod ve-Hadar adapted to the ever-changing Corona regulations and held the annual fund raising event on Zoom. Kudos to everyone involved..

It was heart warming to witness deserving friends receive their recognition.

And there were the 2 Zoom weddings we attended. Felt like we were there. The photographers did not block our view and we were honoured to be guests.

But THE BEST of all was my Mother’s 95th Zoom birthday party.

I have a cousin in Pittsburgh who is a Professor of screen writing and every week he puts out a podcast.

I know he has a professional  studio in his home and the ability to host a zoom event, record and edit it.

So what did I do?…

Yes, he agreed to host. He has a special relationship with my Mom. Then I approached my 2 sisters with the concept. They thought it was a great idea.

Had we not been in the midst of a pandemic the entire family would have travelled to Florida, as we did for her 90th birthday.

Just as I began to plan it in my head, there was a  newspaper article narrating this exact experience. The positive suggestions, the planning procedure and the pitfalls were all duly noted.

I sent my sisters the plan, suggesting a day and time. We 4 generations are spread between Israel and California and we have 2 college professors and 2 public school teachers in the crowd.

Sunday is the best day. Evening our time. 11 am in California.

Ready to roll.

Guest list. Birthday cakes (everyone has their own), candles, balloons, party hats, poems, songs, good wishes. We were all ready.

Thank goodness for mom’s friends who made certain she had her favourite chocolate cake.

We even had some practice sessions with Mom prior to make sure she was comfortable with Zoom.

On the day, we had the usual Zoom glitches with some folks not being able to get in at first, but everyone managed. So from age 3-95 we had a birthday party.

One of the best hours I have ever spent in my life. Her mike was open the whole time. Her responses to people were from the heart.

She is a remarkable woman and she thoroughly enjoyed every second.

The recording is no less precious than the actual event itself.

So what have I gleaned from all of this? Although I spend more time at home than I EVER did, I have learned that I can adapt myself to limitations and find NEW ways to learn, celebrate holidays, tour, participate in games

and celebrate family milestones on the internet, particularly on Zoom. Bless the inventor.

What will we do on Rosh HaShana? Raise a glass, bless the bread, bless the first fruits and enjoy with family and friends on Zoom. 

Have a happy and HEALTHY 5781.

Dreams: Noga Zivan

On 7 September, as on every 1st Monday of the month, the Hod VeHadar Board gathered for a meeting. The main topic for debate was the exact arrangements for the upcoming High Holy Days, to allow as many people who want to be present for the prayers, while obeying the corona rules. As this debate is ongoing, I am suddenly seized by a profound sense of futility. What is the point of planning, when we all know we will be under seger anyway? And that the rules for what is acceptable will change multiple times in the week and a half still to go before Rosh HaShana? We will anyway need to plan again (best case) morning of Rosh HaShana eve or, more likely, scrabble to make changes an hour before chag comes in.

These gloomy thoughts must have followed me home, because no sooner did I close my eyes, than I found myself dreaming. It’s Rosh HaShana morning. I am calling up Elizabeth Guth in a blind panic. 

‘Elizabeth! You must go and open up the shul! You are the only person within 500 meters that can get there! And then you need to run the whole service. All of it. On your own. In front of the live streaming cameras. It’s the only way the rest of us can even HAVE prayers this Rosh HaShana!’ And then I woke up, in a cold sweat. 

When I told Elizabeth the story, in the morning, she laughed and said it definitely sounds like  a nightmare for everyone.

This true story was brought to you courtesy of your hard working synagogue board, thinking about you day AND night these High Holy Days 🙂