Rabbi's Week in Review Blog

This past week, I started a beginning Yiddish course. I have always regretted not having learned Yiddish and finding that connection with my aunt and uncle, of blessed memory, as well as my first Hebrew-school teacher, also of blessed memory.  

I am grateful to my eldest, Solomon, for requesting that we buy the course as a birthday present for him, and that he is OK sharing the space with me. Our kids can connect us to all sorts of wonderful endeavors — a discussion for a future blog.

I have always found Yiddish to be a marvelously expressive language. There is always meaning behind the meaning, and a keen sense of ironic humor that I think has sustained us as a people. In a sense, it is part of our story and a tribute to our survival as a people — something that is arguably ironic in and of itself.

As we approach the Yamim Noraim, the Days of Awe, may we all look toward the new year as a time to both engage in the new and connect with our history and our wonderful traditions.