Tradition for life
Tradition is a peculiar phenomenon.
On one hand, the tradition is distant, taken place years back, somewhere in a far
land. On the other hand, tradition is every day, every look in the mirror,
every day you are with your Grandpa, in the street when someone says you look
so much like Grandma, and what a shame they are no longer with us.
My tradition is a combination of the
two. It is a will to hear another story from my Grandpa, who is starting to
forget. It is to find old objects, like a menorah, like rare stones, and
understand what their origin, even if sometimes it seems like just another
The prayers , the songs in the
special synagogue at `Bet Israel` community. Holidays, that memory placed in
the most pleasant area in the brain, causing just smile and longing for another
The lullabies in an ancient language,
which we do not know what they mean, but they make us fall asleep anyway.
I have experienced the tradition a
bit different. The family that came to Israel, became very small. And most of
them are no longer with us. But we know everything, and the things we do not
know, could be completed by only looking at the strong men and women, their wonderfully
pleasant character, with a twinkle in their eyes that I hope my children will get
For me I wish, that tradition will
not vanish in the wake of a present need, and will remain with us forever, even
if in small parts of our life.