Today is nine days, which
is one week and two days of the Omer.
It is a tradition to
count the days between Passover and Shavuot, as we mark our freedom from slavery and celebrate our freedom to accept Torah. This is called "counting the
omer." This year we will observe the tradition of "counting the omer" by sharing
stories about the many different ways that we have been turned on to Jewish
learning, and through Jewish learning to Torah.
I was raised in an Orthodox family, the only daughter with
two brothers - one older and one younger. Both my brothers went to yeshiva, but
with limited income it was decided that I, as the girl, could go to public
school and afternoon Talmud Torah. I learned to read Hebrew, but not much else.
Both my brothers had Bar Mitzvah ceremonies and modest parties attended by our
entire family and many friends. I got a catered lunch with a few friends when I
turned "sweet sixteen." I don't remember feeling that I missed much by not
having a Bat Mitzvah - after all, I did not have to perform in front of
everyone.
I came to California for graduate school and attended
egalitarian services housed at UCLA Hillel. There I first experienced being
called up to the Torah and seeing the open scroll. It was magical. So at 33, I
decided that I wanted to have a Bat Mitzvah. I hired a young man to teach me my
Maftir and Haftarah. He explained the trope marks. It was like being let into a
secret society that had existed around me all these years. So that was how
everyone knew the melody.
Hearing Torah and Haftarah has never been the same. And while
I still quake with anxiety whenever I volunteer to read in front of the
community, I feel enriched and empowered and part of Jewish history.
And
by the way, I threw myself a modest Bat Mitzvah party for many
friends.
By Judy
Kandel
These
stories are brought to you by the Temple Emanuel RE-IMAGINE project, an 18-month
initiative sponsored by Hebrew Union College, devoted to re-thinking and
re-structuring our religious school.
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