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February 1, 2002
Thanks for the chicken soup
Letters
Editor: I must confess that I don't know anything about the cost
or time commitment involved in planning a Shabbat meal. I have never
had to rearrange or choose a career so that my challah has time
to rise. (Challah needs time to rise, no?) With a smidgen of guilt,
I admit that my Shabbat experiences are on the receiving end: Fork
to plate and then to mouth, some singing, listening to stories,
catching up with friends and then more eating.
This weekly ritual has followed me from Montreal to Tzefat, from
Calgary to Vancouver. Regardless of climate or the political situation
around the world, whether NASDAQ has blown through the roof or slumped
to the floor, I know there will be one, sometimes two or three,
invitations from local rabbis for a Shabbat meal. Perhaps Vancouver,
more than any other place in Canada, can appreciate the saying,
"More than the Jews have kept Shabbat, Shabbat has kept the
Jews."
Most of the B.C. tribe are from somewhere else. We were bred in
and spread to Cote St. Luc, Manhattan, Calgary, Tel-Aviv, Winnipeg
and North York. Our Friday night soirées provide all of us
a chance to forget our homesickness and recognize that our families
go beyond the city limits where we grew up. Although I'm many miles
from Montreal, it is comforting to hear the same liturgical melodies
- with a few West Coast twists - and to be uplifted by timeless
insights that transcend borders. And perhaps the displacement shared
by my B.C. friends makes these moments that much sweeter.
So, to the Feigelstocks and the Singers, to the Yeshayahus, Kohens
and Greenes, to the Baumols and Acocas, to all the rebbetizins and
rabbis who spend their week shlepping, baking, cooking, cleaning,
broiling and preparing so that the drifters and seekers of Vancouver
have a weekly place of refuge from a kooky world, I thank you for
ensuring that there will be a warm meal, a nugget of wisdom, an
inviting smile, once a week on a Friday night.
Avrum Nadigel
Vancouver
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