GROWING UP AS A REFORM JEWISH GIRL IN ST. PAUL
c. 1950 and thereafter
- •We ate bread all week long during PassoverGod forbid my mother would make popovers. This was particularly bad as I was the only one of my Jewish friends who bought the school lunches during the holiday.
- •My mother read 'Twas The Night Before Christmas to my sisters and I on Christmas Eve.We left cookies and hot chocolate in the living room next to the fireplace and it was all gone in the morning. There were 3 piles of gifts from our Pittsburgh relatives, no daily Hannukah gifts for us.
- •We only went to services on high holy days.And to the late services because they were shorter and we could eat dinner first.
- •In our house what you wore to temple trumped the religious aspects.Therefore, I did a lot of lip synching of the prayers and the songs
- •We weren't religious although I was rigorously guided by my parents to date nice Jewish boys.Most of them were either nerds or schmucks. The boy I found to marry too young ended up to be a supreme schmuck and it was a disaster that lasted a few short years. The second marriage to the goy has been a good match of 37 years.
- •I feel much more culturally Jewish as I get older and more appreciative of our traditions and history.I still cry when I recall my visit to Dachau on my 40th birthday and standing at the entrance amazed that I would be walking in and out as a free Jewish woman from the US.
- •I was the nice Jewish daughter of the doctor who everyone loved so I really got away with a lot.My friends would use me as cover when we set out to be bad girls which was quite often. "But Mom, Dr. Strems daughter is going" etc etc. it always worked.
- •Now we have so many couple friends in Sanibel who are hybrids that my annual Hanukah party has been dubbed "BYOJ" or bring your own Jew.@bobe @dev @halley
- •Never heard or spoke a word of Yiddish in my home, but plenty of it in my friends homes
- •How do I prove my Jewish bona fides?The best kugel on the island and 2 good books: How to raise a Jewish dog and Just say Nu. And my husband David is 1/4 Jewish which was good enough for my parents.
- •When the rabbi who agreed to marry us asked David if he would convert, David said....Well, isn't that a lot like asking me to become a Puerto Rican? What's not to like