This is my Mother’s Prayer Book that lies on her bedside table. It was given to her by her Tante Frieda on October 11, 1936 on her 13th Birthday in Berlin. It is the Talmud, the centerpiece of Jewish cultural life.
My Oma, my mother’s Mother was a Catholic who fell in love with a Jewish man and married him. My Grandfather was wise enough to realize it was time to leave Berlin in 1943 and moved the family to Shanghai, China. Another Love Story began in Shanghai when my Mother fell in love with a French / Hungarian / American man who sailed there during the war. After 11 attempts, they finally married at sea, during the 12th ceremony, 3 miles out from Shanghai, on my Father’s ship. Love always wins! My Father was a Christian Catholic and so the roles reversed once again. Love is always the winner, not religion.
As I listen to the news and read all the stories about the present human insanity, and the man who fired up his guns in a synagogue to kill innocent Jewish people, it breaks my heart that there is so much hatred against Jewish communities and people. Temples are for respite, reflection, sanctuary, family, friends, and love. A sacred place to worship and rest in the quiet and silence. So is the church, and any sacred ground of worship . . . no matter the faith or religion. It’s time to come together. And next week, November 6th, it’s time to vote out hatred in this country. Love always wins.
My Beloved Mother’s ancient Prayer Book gifted to her on her 13th Birthday, October 1936.