The Yiddish equivalent of this summer’s top book-turned-into-a-movie is a pretty good estimation of this past Rosh Hashanah. Maybe not in that order, possibly with different scenery, and certainly with less idolatry.
Ess– As I said to Rabbi Shulman on Wednesday night, “Think of how many briskets gave their lives for this meal?” I don’t know what you ate in your family, but our highlights were definitely Florene’s Prime Rib, the apple hallah, and the dinosaur eggs that we ate for our “new” fruit. Three days of Yom Tov mean more joy at more meals (and maybe a few more miles on the elliptical machine this week.)
Daven– I’ll admit to being biased, but I enjoyed a wonderful Heimish New Year celebration. One of the highlights is hearing the hauntingly beautiful Janowski Avinu Malkeinu at Selihot. It is one of those prayers that I find touches me deeply. On the first day of Rosh Hashanah in the Kreiger Auditorium Jay’s and Larry’s davennen were so enjoyable and on the second day it feels like coming home to have everyone together in the Sanctuary.
Kvell– One of the big advantages to having the holiday fall over a long weekend is that so many of our grown up Chizzie students come home. It is a pleasure to hear about their lives, to meet their partners and spouses, and get the occasional big hug (thanks Fried siblings and A.L.) As for my own children they can sound the shofar, name the different notes, articulate what they are sorry for, and make the berahot over apple and honey. Not too bad in a year when they can’t stop hanging on the bimah banister.
Kidding aside, it was a Rosh Hashanah to celebrate the many blessings in life and I was privileged to share it with so many of my friends here at Chizuk Amuno.