While I am away in New York City for a couple of weeks, a fantastic group of elderbloggers and elderblog readers agreed to fill in for me. Today it is Tamar Orvell, a writer, editor, content developer and blogging enthusiast - at Only Connect. She lives in two hemispheres (USA and Israel) - one at a time, where she helps organizations (big and small, publicly-traded and nonprofit) to communicate online.
I was not yet twelve years old when my beloved father, Dr. Israel S. Chipkin, died. Minutes before his funeral, my mother, sister, his siblings and I stood in your study. Your kind face, gentle manner and soft voice calmed me in my shock, turmoil and pain.
And then, you gave a blessing that I heard for the first time in my life: "Baruch...dayan ha-emet" (Blessed is the judge of truth).
Frozen and bewildered, my inner voice demanded, How could this wonderful rabbi, my father's beloved friend and student utter a blessing so stinging, so cruel? And throughout the funeral, in a word soup of eulogy and the "el maleh rachamim" [God full of compassion] prayer for the dead, "Baruch...dayan ha-emet" floated to the top. Only in my twenties did I begin to understand its meaning. And, I continue to wrestle with the verse.
And why did I share with him this earliest memory?
As he neared his 91st year, Jack's family and friends celebrated last week, in Jerusalem, his rich life of leadership in Jewish education and religious pluralism in Israel and the USA. His children invited guests across generations and around the globe to share personal memories for inclusion in an album they gave him during the celebration.
Today, Jack is the Emeritus Director of the Hillel Foundation of the Hebrew University. Before making aliya (ascension) in the 1960s, he was Rabbi of the Society for the Advancement of Judaism (SAJ), in New York City where he was a disciple of Rabbi Dr. Mordechai M. Kaplan. Dr. Kaplan, who founded Reconstructionist Judaism and cofounded the SAJ, officiated at the funeral of my father, a pioneering American Jewish educator and colleague. Dr. Kaplan began the eulogy, "He was dearer to me than a brother."
Thank you, Jack, for your enduring friendship, guidance, compassion, and example. Mazal tov and happy birthday!
Writing this post, I found most helpful Rabbi Lawrence A. Hoffman's scholarly and creative
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