At the top floor of the two family home where I spent the very beginning of my life in, the landlord’s family were orthodox Jews. They didn’t work on Saturdays, nor did they turn on lights or even drive. It seemed draconian to me, a punishment for believing in a deity who has demands.
Kate- thanks for sharing this Shabbat story (and for the shot of the baked bread). I don't know much about this tradition, admittedly. So I thoroughly enjoyed learning. I feel like I was there with you throughout the entire narration. Which is a gift.
Kate- thanks for sharing this Shabbat story (and for the shot of the baked bread). I don't know much about this tradition, admittedly. So I thoroughly enjoyed learning. I feel like I was there with you throughout the entire narration. Which is a gift.
…and a wonderful, peaceful Shabbat to you, sweet Kate.