Sunday, May 31, 2009


It's unfortunate I wasn't able to write anything about Shavuot here before it occurred, but I think for someone who is or once was a yeshiva student the most important thing to remember is that Shavuot is like a "Rosh Hashana" for Torah. On it is judged how our 'learning' will be throughout the year (and our 'learning' of course is the basis of our spirituality, and therefore our lives).

I dislike the fact that from all the thoughts I have in my solitary quiet of Shabbat and Yom Tov I remember nothing after they're through (I'm like Harrison Bergeron's father, just without the noise).

One thought I found amusing would be to write a story about two lovers in the era of the destruction of the Second Temple in which they would be separated; the girl perhaps being taken captive to Rome and the guy then going with his father to start a new life in Babylon. And the second half (or flashbacks perhaps) would be the woman's Ashkenazi descendant and the man's Sefaradi descendant falling in love in the homeland of their ancestors. (The idea obviously came to me due to the fact that I was born in Israel to an Ashkenazi mother and a Sefaradi father. And it is likely that my mothers family emigrated from Germany before they came to Poland, and from Italy/Rome before they came to Germany, and of course from Israel to Rome. On the other hand my fathers family came from Spain before they settled to Morocco, and were probably in Morocco originally before they came to Spain. Before that they probably lived in Babylon and had come to there from Israel. Therefore it is in fact possible that my ancestors became separated when they left Israel centuries ago, and were recently reunited., etc.).

Another thing I pondered about a lot is how easily children are influenced by everything they see or hear. I came to think of that by reading many autobiographical notes of Orson Scott Card, which brings me to recall just how impressionable I was as a child. ..and it will inevitably be us who will be the ones to decide the earliest memories of our own children. It's quite mind boggling to me when I think of it. Every time I consider it I come to the conclusion that most people (including myself) aren't quite worthy of deciding what should form the basis of a child's memories and thought processes... ..oh well..

Speaking of Scott Card, I read "Ender's Game" over the holiday (not quite appropriate, I know). ..interesting..


C said...

Interesting ramble :).

My mother comes from a sefardi background and my father Ashkenazi. I never thought that far back... but it was cool for me to know that my grandmothers were friends as kids, and my mother knew my father's grandparents.

Shavua tov.

הצעיר שלמה בן רפאל לבית שריקי ס"ט said...


Yeah, I was just pondering the historical ramifications of my parents having met in Israel, and the fact that our ancestors supposedely come from the very same Israel originaly.

But honestly, that's pretty phsycho that your grandparents knew each other as kids..

C said...

They were born in the same city (in the States). There were very few frum people, and they were the same age, so they were very close until age 16, when one grandmother left town. They did not keep in touch. My parents were born in different countries (one in the USA and one in Canada). They met through one of my uncles.

הצעיר שלמה בן רפאל לבית שריקי ס"ט said...


I 'feel for you' in ragards to the things tou mentioned in your blog by the way..

C said...

What, people dying?

הצעיר שלמה בן רפאל לבית שריקי ס"ט said...

Well you don't sound very perturbed do you... ..yes; people dying..

C said...

Thanks for your sympathy.

Honestly, I don't know you... it'll take a couple minutes before I can cry to you. :)