ABOUT my other prayer shawls I there streamed a joy so substantial
have already told. So now I merely you could feel it with your hands. add what happened on Yom Kippur How did they all come to be in one with the tallit which I had left in the place, in my grandfather's synagogue of my grandfather, may he synagogue, and why were their rest in peace. features so different? One of them, That Yom Kippur, I had the who understood what my notion to pray with my grandfather. grandfather wanted of him, Because I lived far from the answered in Aramaic: "The law for synagogue and because I had stayed Yom Kippur is not like that of in bed too long that morning, I Passover which states that all who arrived after the chanting of Pesukei want can sit and eat." To paraphrase Dezimra. This is truly regrettable, for his statement in terms of the matter on Yom Kippur, at my grandfather's at hand, we might say, "Today I am synagogue, they recite this part of the not obliged to be pushed around to service verse by verse, in a special furnish a seat for one who has chant. Already in my childhood, none." before I knew the meaning of the I was disturbed that my words, whenever the cantor grandfather should be troubled on wrapped his tallit around his face my account and I said to him, and chanted Chei Haolamim, I would "Please, do not bother about me. I be perplexed, for the cantor called to shall find a place for myself." Him in a loud voice even though He I was just talking. This was his was right there! Why did he cover synagogue and he could find no place his face? If he uncovered his face, the for me. How could I find a seat by whole world would be filled with a myself? However, my grandfather great joy such as I felt when I was troubled not only because there played hide-and-seek with my father. was no place for me, but because I We used to look for each other until, had come so late. I deliberated: finally, I would uncover my face, and perhaps I should tell him that I then we found each other. prayed the morning service at the When I entered the synagogue, synagogue in my neighborhood. But my grandfather brought his face out it is not nice for one to make his of the folds of his tallit, and turned grandfather a cause for telling lies. here and there, searching out a seat Because of the crowding and for me in the synagogue which was the heat and the candles and the great already filled with worshippers. By number of worshippers, the roof of the east wall, to the right of my my mouth was dry. Leibel, the grandfather, sat a group of old men, Zaddik's grandson, came over to me. each looking different from all the "Come with me," he said. I didn't others and, it goes without saying, know why he asked me to go with from other men in general. Their him, but I was drawn to him, so I faces were wrinkled like raisins, their went. beards looked like cinnamon sticks. When he had brought me to Their eyes, which had no lashes, his house, he left me in the hall, and were bloodshot, yet from their eyes came back with a pitcher which he 2
offered me to sniff at, so that my Half the congregation was smiling at
burning thirst should be eased. them. How did they get here? And I took the pitcher in both my when did they get here? hands and brought it up to my nose, Meanwhile, they stepped all the while amazed: why did he fill down and went away. "What is the pitcher with fruit juice? Couldn't this?" I asked myself. "When my he find a little water? Leibel's blank grandfather was looking for a place face showed no desire to answer my for me, why didn't he look to the left questions. Meanwhile, the juice in of the Ark? There were many the pitcher actually began to froth up benches and many empty places toward my teeth. I sucked in my lips there. And then again, how could that to shield my teeth from the fruit juice. man leave in the middle of services, But it continued bubbling up from and where did he go?" the lip of the pitcher to my lips, frothing around my nose, gushing up MY GRANDFATHER looked at me. to bring its taste to my mouth. I was Suddenly I reached into a hole in a filled with anger at Leibel. I seized table and brought out my tallit. I had him and dragged him after me, and it often looked for my tallit there looked as though we were walking without finding it, but now I found it. together. Unless you say that someone else had When we reached the taken it and then returned it, it is an synagogue, my grandfather again amazing thing indeed. gave me a troubled glance. Could he As I prepared to wrap have sensed what had happened? I myself in my tallit, I saw that one of acted as if there were some other the fringes was missing. A certain explanation. fellow whom we usually ignore though "You are upset because I stand he never ignores us whispered to me: here without a tallit on. I'll get my "Your tallit has only three fringes." I tallit, the one that's here in your began deliberating: what is he telling synagogue, and wrap myself in it me? Don't I know that a tallit with right away." only three fringes cannot be used? Or I looked up to see if he was did he want to remind me of a satisfied, and I saw that they had forgotten tradition: while a man is brought benches into the synagogue alive, even though he may be holding and placed them to the left of the a tallit of three fringes in his hand, Holy Ark, one on top of the other, he is not allowed to wear it. But like the steps of a bathhouse. A man when he is dead, they pursue him with whose name I do not wish to mention a proper tallit of four fringes, pluck was standing on the top step, wearing out one fringe, and force him to some type of baker's hat, and wear it. chanting hymns which were not Depression overcame me. Not from the Yom Kippur service. A because of what had been whispered small boy – his son or grandson – to me, but because of this holy day of stood at his side, accompanying the Yom Kippur which had passed by hymns with foolish gesticulations. without a prayer, without anything.