The Jewish Herald-Voice (Houston, Tex.), Vol. 62, No. 27, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 5, 1967 Page: 18 of 115
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I REMEMBER ROSH HASHANAH
By DAVID SCHWARTZ
“Of
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ing on Rosh Hashanah, I used to
hear the story how the rabbi of
Berdichev chose the man to blow
the Shofar in his synagogue.
He asked all the applicants for
the job what they thought when
they blew the Shofar. They all
spoke of the high thoughts they
entertained when they blew the
Shofar, but the rabbi, for one
reason or another, didn’t like the
answers. Then a poor man came
along and the rabbi asked him
what he thought when he blew
the Shofar, and he said, “Rabbi,
I’ll tell you what I think when I
do it. You know, Rabbi, I am a
poor man and I am not an edu-
cated man and I have four daugh-
ters, so I say to God, O God, I
have done my duty in bringing
them into the world, according to
Thy will, and now O God, it’s up
to you and I beg of you, please
see to it that these four daughters
of mine get husbands.”
The rabbi of Berdichev gave
this man the job.
I think the man who blew the
Shofar in our synagogue had four
daughters, too. He blew the Shofar
fine.
sure?” he asked. “Of course, I am
sure.” “Well,” he said, “what did
you steal?” “I didn’t steal nothing
and you know- it,” I said. “Well,”
Joey said, “if you didn’t kill no-
body and didn’t steal, you haven’t
got any sins, so let’s go rowing
instead.”
I always liked the Shofar blow-
from the deal.
I used to like the Tashlich cere-
mony, where you went to the wa-
ter to symbolically throw your sins
in. We had no river in the town
but there was a park with an arti-
ficial pool in it and there were
some boats there. My sister would
warn me—it was a joke of course
—about throwing my sins in the
lake. She said it might poison the
fish.
One time on Rosh Hashanah I
met my little friend, Joey there.
He asked me where I was going.
I said I was going to throw my
sins in the lake. He asked me,
When I was a child everyone
used to take a bath before Rosh
Hashanah whether they needed it
or not. In those days, every family
didn’t have a shower and tub like
today. The fact is that bathtubs,
radio and television came in al-
most at the same time. They were
no frigidaires-'either. The ice man
would come around and sell you
a block of ice.
The men folk all went to the
Turkish bath to bathe for Rosh
Hashanah and, believe me, you
got a real bath. First, you were
boiled, then they would schmeiss
you with a kind of broom to get
the circulation stirring and then
pour buckets of cold water on
you. After the bath, you could
look at your neighbors and tell
which were naturally brunette or
if it was an accumulation of un-
removed dirt.
The children all got new
clothes for Rosh Hashanah. Papa
used to buy up odd-jobs of mer-
chandise and sometimes both of
the shoes would be left or both
right. But anyway, both were new.
You mustn’t think because
there was no television or radio
that the children didn’t have any
fun. If the gas went out, you
would put a quarter in the slot
and it would be a pleasure to see
the light turn on. And if there
was no television, there was plen-
ty broadcasting of a sort, around
the synagogue on Rosh Hashanah.
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You bought a ticket to enter the
synagogue, but a lot of people
would spend more time outside
talking. You could meet every-
one at the synagogue on Rosh
Hashanah. I never understood
why a policeman always stood in
front of the synagogue. I said to
Papa, they should give him a
Machzor (prayer book) so that he
could do a little davening.
On Rosh Hashanah, the can-
tor always sang with the choir.
It was like grand opera. My broth-
er was in the choir and I wanted
to be in it, too. I went to see the
cantor. He said, “I’ll try you out.
Sing after me,” and he sang,
Ba ba ba
Bababa Bababa
Babababababababa
I sang the way he said and his
face sort of turned. He said, “Let’s
try again. Sing it,” he said, “just
the way I sing and be sure the
last Babababababababa goes way
out.”
So he sang it again, and so did
I, and I sang way out just like
he said. When I got through, he
looked at me for a minute and
then took a penny out of his pock-
et. “Go and get yourself some
candy.”
So I didn’t get to sing with
the choir. Still, I had some profit
“Did you murder anyone?”
course not,” I said. “Are
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