This article is from the Huffington Post:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mary-walker-baron/why-i-iron-my-own-clothes_b_5627241.html
I initially decided to start ironing my own clothes because paying
someone else to wash and iron them seemed economically irresponsible.
It wasn't that I couldn't afford that luxury. I could. Ultimately,
though, I became uncomfortable simply thinking of that indulgence. What
events on my calendar, I wondered, made it impossible for me to spend at
the most an hour a week ironing my shirts?
So it was that I
hauled my mother's ironing board out of the closet. It's a heavy, solid
wood contraption. Setting it up is no simple task. There's nothing
easy or automatic about it. And yet my mother used it throughout her
adult life. During my childhood she heated her irons on the stove
because our Arizona ranch house lacked electricity. Despite the
obstacles, we never wore wrinkled clothes. Even my father's
handkerchiefs were neatly pressed and folded.
Not too surprisingly, my mother taught me to iron. I began with those handkerchiefs and eventually built up to shirts.
"There's an order to ironing a shirt," my mother instructed with the implication that there was also an order to life.
She
began with the wrong side out to make sure the areas behind the buttons
and the buttonholes were pressed. She next ironed each side. Then in
order she ironed the yoke, the back, the sleeves and finally the collar.
Put the shirt on a hanger, button the top button, and go on to the
next shirt.
Irons warmed on a cook stove require attention. An
iron too cold doesn't accomplish anything. An iron too hot scorches the
fabric or even sets it on fire. Of course, my mother's irons produced
no steam so the clothes had to be 'sprinkled' with water and rolled up
to keep them moist during the ironing process.
My current return
to the ironing board required less thought and much less effort. For
far less money than I was spending in one trip to the cleaners I bought a
steam iron. Not only could it produce steam, it had a temperature
control dial which even stated the type of material for each setting.
Feeling
ever so awkward but determined, I began my foray back into ironing. I
immediately heard the familiar creaking sounds from the ironing board as
I moved the steam iron back and forth. I focused on those sounds and
remembered sitting on a kitchen chair with my legs not quite touching
the floor watching my mother iron my father's shirts. I could almost
smell the irons heating on the stove. There was always one on the stove
and the other in my mother's hands.
She and I sang while she ironed. Soon I heard myself humming those
songs to myself as I focused ironing each part of my shirts. I
remembered the pride I felt when I was finally allowed to iron a
handkerchief. Filled with my adult technologically bound ersatz
sophisticated life, that memory seemed strange and so out of context.
But there it was. I had felt pride in ironing a square piece of cotton.
I
finished ironing the first shirt and felt a return of that childhood
pride. I recalled and reclaimed the rhythm of ironing and became lost
in the process. Suddenly ironing my shirts became the most important
activity in my life. With such complete immersion I was free to
remember my childhood kitchen with its thick adobe walls. I heard the
old butane powered Servel refrigerator clunking its way into
obsolescence. And I felt my mother's gentle presence.
The
seemingly mundane activity of ironing shirts has taken a meaning beyond
self-sufficiency or financial prudence. I now iron my own shirts to
feel the peace of concentrating completely on one activity. I now iron
my own shirts to reclaim my connection to my childhood and to the
remarkable woman who taught me so much more than how to get the wrinkles
out of a handkerchief.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Saturday, July 26, 2014
The Family Album
For this week's thought on the Torah portion, I give you a piece that I wrote for National Hillel years ago, and which now appears on myjewishlearning.com:
The following article is reprinted with permission from Hillel: The Foundation for Jewish Campus Life.
Massei, the final portion of the book of Numbers, begins with a retelling of the journey from Egypt to the plains of Moab at the banks of the Jordan.
The parasha goes on to give instructions for dwelling in the land,
describing the boundaries that it encompasses, the establishment of
Levitical cities, and cities of refuge.
The version of the journey as presented here is interesting in terms of what is emphasized and what is minimized. Although the Sea of Reeds and the wilderness of Sinai are listed, no comment is made of the miraculous events that occurred there which changed the course of human history. Rather, the only commentary we get of the places visited reads like a travel diary: "And they journeyed from Marah and came unto Elim, and in Elim were 12 springs of water, and threescore palm trees; and they pitched there. And they journeyed from Alush and pitched in Rephidim, where there was no water for the people to drink."
A midrash (Bamidbar Rabbah XXIII:3) explains this personal and everyday retelling: "It may be likened to a king who had taken his ailing son to a distant place to be cured. On the return journey, the king would lovingly recount to the lad all the experiences they went through at each of their halting places. 'At this spot we slept; at that, we had a cool resting place from the heat; at the other, you were overcome by pains in the head!' Israel is God's child, upon whom God bestows compassion even as a father bestows compassion on his son."
Parashat Masei
The Family Album
The list of places through which the Israelites traveled in the wilderness teaches us to understand Judaism through our everyday experiences.
Massei, the final portion of the book of Numbers, begins with a retelling of the journey from Egypt to the plains of Moab at the banks of the Jordan.
Torah Navigator
At this point in the narrative, the children of Israel are poised on the border of the promised land, ready to make it their own. Why does the Torah now choose to recapitulate the beginnings of their 40-year journey?The version of the journey as presented here is interesting in terms of what is emphasized and what is minimized. Although the Sea of Reeds and the wilderness of Sinai are listed, no comment is made of the miraculous events that occurred there which changed the course of human history. Rather, the only commentary we get of the places visited reads like a travel diary: "And they journeyed from Marah and came unto Elim, and in Elim were 12 springs of water, and threescore palm trees; and they pitched there. And they journeyed from Alush and pitched in Rephidim, where there was no water for the people to drink."
A midrash (Bamidbar Rabbah XXIII:3) explains this personal and everyday retelling: "It may be likened to a king who had taken his ailing son to a distant place to be cured. On the return journey, the king would lovingly recount to the lad all the experiences they went through at each of their halting places. 'At this spot we slept; at that, we had a cool resting place from the heat; at the other, you were overcome by pains in the head!' Israel is God's child, upon whom God bestows compassion even as a father bestows compassion on his son."
Midrash Navigator
What is the connection between the king and his son and God and Israel? Why, particularly, should Israel be compared to a child who is sick?A Word
Judaism is both a towering historical monument and a very personal way of living. To comprehend it in its full enormity would be difficult and intimidating. Sometimes, the best way to understand it is by using our own personal, everyday experiences set against the backdrop of history. This version of the sojourn in the wilderness is like the family album, looking at the foundation of our beliefs from an everyday viewpoint.Sunday, July 20, 2014
Murder, Hollywood, And A Would-Be Novelist
Jezebel in Blue Satin by Peter S. Fischer
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is a good, old fashioned who done it. Throw in Post WWII Hollywood and you've got a can't put it down until the last page mystery.
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My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is a good, old fashioned who done it. Throw in Post WWII Hollywood and you've got a can't put it down until the last page mystery.
View all my reviews
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Out of the Land
In this week’s Torah
portion Mattot (Num. 30:2-32:42) representatives of the tribes of Reuben and
Gad and of the half-tribe of Manassah come to Moses to make a request. They are raisers of cattle and they like the
looks of the land east of the Jordan River which God has helped the people to
conquer, and they want, once the land that God has promised them has been won,
to come back to settle there, east of the bounds of the Promised Land. Moses resists, but when they agree that they
will take a full part in the conquest of the land with the other Israelites,
and only after the land is secured will return across the Jordan to their
chosen home, he agrees.
In modern Israel, there is a term, “chutz la’aretz”, literally, “out of the land”. When Israelis travel, they are chutz la’aretz. It doesn’t matter if they are gone for a week
or for two years. It doesn’t matter if they
are in America or in India or in Antarctica.
Either you are in the land, or you are out of it.
It is apparent from this Torah portion that from the very beginning,
even before they had left the wilderness, some Israelites wanted to be in the
land, and some did not. Today, some Jews
feel compelled to live in the land of Israel, the only Jewish state in the
modern world. Some Jews have fled to Israel
not because they want to be there, but to escape discrimination and oppression
in the places from which they came. And
some of us support Israel and deeply feel its pains and its triumphs, but for our
own reasons choose to live chutz la’aretz. At times like these, when Israel is
experiencing danger, fear and the moral complexities of fighting an enemy who
does not protect its own citizens, it can feel lonely to be out of the
land. But we can take the example of the
tribes of Reuben, Gad and Manassah. You don’t
have to live in the land to support it.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
“The God Within Us Is Diminished"
This week’s Torah portion, Pinchas (Num. 25:10-30:1)
is about a man who is self-righteous, impulsive and violent, and the
controversy that surrounds him is not unlike what is going on in the state of
Israel today. At the end of last week’s
Torah portion, we were told that Israelite men have been consorting with
Midianite women and becoming worshipers of Baal. One of them goes so far as to bring a
Midianite woman into his tent where he can clearly be seen from the tabernacle
by Moses and by all the people. Pinchas
leaves the assembly, takes a spear, follows the man and woman into the chamber,
and impales them both together. He does
not consult with Moses, he does not bring the man before the justice system
that existed at the time, he just goes ahead and brutally kills them.
Who are this man and
woman? We are not even told their names
until almost the end of the matter, in this week’s Torah portion. The portion begins by telling us the result
of Pinchas’ act. God tells Moses that
Pinchas has turned back God’s wrath against the people by “displaying his
passion”. God will grant Pinchas God’s
gift of peace, and that his descendants will serve as the priests of the
Temple. And, the Torah adds, almost as
an aside, the man was Zimri son of Salu, a prince of the tribe of Shimon, and
the woman was Cozbi, daughter of a Midianite tribal ruler.
On the surface, it
would seem as if God approves of Pinchas’s deed, but the commentators are divided
in their appraisal. Some praise him for
his bravery in dealing handily with a situation that threatened the heart and
soul of God’s people, and they can prove their case by God’s words at the
beginning of this Torah portion. But
many commentators on the Torah had trouble with Pinchas’ act. They viewed it as vigilantism and fanaticism,
as setting a negative precedent, and were disturbed by God’s apparent approval
of a brutal double murder, however justified.
In the Talmud,
Sanhedrin 82a, Rav and Shmuel debate about whether or not Pinchas was
right. Rav imagines a conversation
between Pinchas and Moses in which Pinchas asks, “Great-uncle! Didn’t you say that God told you at Mount
Sinai that any one cohabiting with a heathen woman should be punished by
zealots?” and Moses answers, “Let the One who gave the order do the punishing”,
in other words, yes, what Zimri did was wrong, but leave it to God to punish
him. Shmuel argues that the situation
was too extreme and too serious to allow the thing to pass. Immediate action was called for, not waiting
to see how God would punish Zimri. Those
who threaten Israel’s survival must be killed at all costs.
During these last few
weeks, I hear the voices of Rav and Shmuel arguing in my own head and heart as
I hear the news of the Israeli boys kidnapped and killed by Hamas militants, of
the Palestinian boy burnt alive by Jewish extremists, of the rockets fired on
Israeli cities which have forced the Israeli army to respond in defense, of the
spiral of violence that seems to only grow worse. “Yes, we must kill them before they kill
us. Those who threaten Israel’s survival
must be killed at all costs.” “No, the
killings accomplish nothing and make things worse. We need to find a way to make peace”.
The questions we ask
ourselves have to do with “right”. Who
is right? Who is most oppressed? At Baal Peor, the fledgling people Israel were
enticed by pagan practices. Then, a
prominent member of the community boldly and egregiously commits an act of
harlotry and idolatry in plain sight of Moses and the community. Pinchas, waiting for nothing and consulting
with no one, takes a spear and runs them through. At once, the plague that has afflicted Israel
is ended, and Pinchas receives the gift of peace. The immediate question that comes to mind is,
“Is Pinchas justified or not?” Perhaps
the question we should be asking instead is, “What does his action do to
him? What is the aftereffect of this
violent act upon him, upon his character, his psyche?”
Several later
commentators did just that, and they understand God’s granting of the
priesthood to Pinchas and his descendants not as a reward for his extremism,
but as an antidote to it. The K’tav
Sofer says, “This will protect Pinchas from the destructive impulse within him.” And Naftali Zvi Berlin, a 19th
century rabbi, in his Torah commentary Ha Emek Davar includes an extensive
passage on the character of Pinchas. He
believed that, while Pinchas acted out of deep conviction and felt that he was
justified, that he must have, afterwards, been deeply disturbed by his zealous
and impulsive act. Berlin explains that
this is why God grants him a covenant of peace—not as a reward, but as a cure. Berlin says, “The covenant is meant to calm
him, so that he should not be quick-tempered or angry. Since the nature of his act, killing with his
own hands, tended to leave his heart filled with intense emotional unrest, God
provides a means to soothe him so that he can cope with his situation and find
tranquility of soul.”
Note that none of the commentators who criticize
Pinchas’ action say that his act was unprovoked. There is no excuse given for Zimri’s bold and
arrogant act of idolatry. What Pinchas’
detractors find most problematic is that his action, however necessary it might
have been, should not be cause for the glorification and reward that he appears
to get from God.
The essay on this portion in the Etz Hayim Torah
commentary points out: “In the text of the Torah scroll, the letter yod
in Pinchas’ name in the second verse is written smaller than the other
letters. When we commit violence, even
if justifiable, the yod in us (standing for the name of God) is
diminished thereby. In verse 12, the
letter vav in shalom is written with a break in the stem. This is interpreted homiletically to suggest
that the sort of peace one achieves by destroying one’s opponent will
inevitably be a flawed, incomplete peace.”
Many years ago, in 1973, Golda Meir was quoted as
saying, “It is true we have won all our wars, but we have paid for them. We
don’t want victories anymore.” We do pay
for winning wars, for killing, for all acts of violence, whether justified or
not. When we commit violence, when we
witness violence, when we countenance violence, our yod grows smaller;
the God in us is diminished.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Train Conductors and Their Hats
I like trains. On a train I am in a different reality -- train reality. There's no sense hurrying or hoping the train will go faster than the rails allow. The train is in charge.
On a recent train trip to Washington DC I became fascinated by the conductors' hats. They all wore them and I wondered why.
It can't be that they are so attractive because they aren't. So what was it with the hats which, in all honesty, are pretty odd looking. Off I went, as soon as I got back home, to the computer to find out the story behind those hats. Come to find out, there isn't much of a story there. They wear them because that's what they wear. Here's what I found. The people wearing those hats are easily recognized as passenger train conductors. Ok. Got it. The hat is a variation on the military cap called a 'kepi'. Okay. A 'kepi' in various spellings means 'cap'. So noted. More familiar than what they are called is the cap itself. It's worn by French military and police but more familiarly was worn by soldiers fighting on both side of our Civil War. Railroad conductors started wearing them in the 1870s. Back in 'the day' the conductor on all trains both freight and passenger supervised the train and its entire crew.
Because all crew reported to the conductor (except possibly the engineer) and because all crew often wore the same style hat, each hat had a badge on the front indicating the crew person's job. Conductor. Trainman (brakeman). Sometimes passenger agents, freight agents, freight agents and redcaps wore the same style. Of course, the redcaps hat was red. All of the other hats were black.
From the late 19th century until the middle of the 20th century conductors on trolley cars generally wore the same style hat and generally it was black.
I was impressed by the detail and hard work of the conductors on my very short ride to Washington DC. They do, indeed, keep the trains running.
Hats off to the conductors!
Friday, July 4, 2014
Torah Thoughts on Balak
In this week’s Torah portion, Balak, (Num. 22:2 – 25:9) Balak,
king of Moab, goes to the Midianite prophet Balaam to hire him to curse the
people Israel. Balak, we are told, saw
what Israel had done to the Amorites and was alarmed at their growing numbers. Balaam, after hesitations and refusals,
agrees to do Balak’s bidding, but he cautions Balak, “I can utter only the word
that God puts into my mouth” (Num. 22:38).
Three times, Balak leads Balaam to view the Israelites, and
three times, Balaam opens his mouth to curse them, and blessing comes from his
mouth instead. Balak is furious. What is this prophet doing? But Balaam repeats that he can only say the
words that God puts in his mouth. He
then puts forth another prophecy which envisions a bright future for Israel and
doom for its enemies. Enraged and
defeated, Balak returns to his home, and Balaam does the same. At the very end of the parshah, we learn of
an Israelite man who brings a Midianite woman home with him, and for a reason
not made clear at this time, either idolatry, immorality or both, the high
priest Pinchas kills them both.
In his book Torah Today, Rabbi Pinchas Peli raises
the question, since Balak knows Balaam’s reputation, saying, ”he whom you bless
is blessed indeed and he whom you curse is cursed” (Num. 22:6) why did he not
request the blessing of his own people rather than a curse on Israel? Rabbi Peli’s answer is as follows: “Then, as always, the enemies of Israel preferred
its destruction, even at the expense of the destruction of their own peoples,
to concentrating on constructive matters which would benefit both themselves and
their neighbors.”
This past week, we learned of the tragic murder of three Jewish
youths and the additional tragedy of the killing of a Palestinian youth in
Israel, purported to be a revenge killing for the three Israelis. These deaths have brought the situation in
the area, already tense, to the brink of war.
Fury and blame are everywhere, even as facts and solutions are few. May we remember, as the parshah teaches us,
that Israel is blessed only when we act in accordance with God’s Torah. When we too fall into the cycle of vengeance
and retribution, only more sorrow and bloodshed can result. May cool heads and hearts which respect life
prevail in this sad and frightening time.
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