BOSTON, Mass. - Azoy geht es,my father used to
say at funerals. So it goes. In his immigrant's Yiddish, he was using the
same phrase Kurt Vonnegut would make the refrain of his
"Slaughterhouse-Five." It's one of those all-purpose observations suitable
for any occasion - happy, sad or in between. Much like "This, too, shall
pass." It sums up the transience of the human condition.
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The message was waiting on my answering machine: "Daddy, we've had a baby
girl!" Seven pounds, 14 ounces. Full head of hair. Delicate features.
Fingers and toes all there. Definitely a girl. After two grandsons, I hadn't
dared hope.
Just in case it'd been a boy, I'd been practicing a cheery "That's
wonderful!" out loud. And it would have been. Just not as wonderful as a
girl.
"What are you going to call her?" I ask when I call back. The happy mother
won't say, not before the name is announced at morning services later in the
week. It's a tradition.
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Ah, yes - tra-dition! I keep learning new ones ever since my daughter got
pious on me some years ago.
Be careful what you wish for. I always wanted her to marry a nice Jewish
boy. Now I can't call her on Saturdays because she doesn't pick up the phone
on the Sabbath, when the world is turned off. When she visits, she carries
most of her own food - my kitchen isn't kosher - or we go out and stock up
on kosher canned goods with the U in a circle on it, the rabbinical Seal of
Approval.
And so it goes. Her grandfather on her mother's side - Robert E. Levy - was
raised in Marlin, Tex., which was something of a spa at the turn of the
century.
My father-in-law remembered riding into nearby Waco on a wagon every year
for the Jewish high holidays. In the absence of any synagogue in Marlin, he
went to Methodist Sunday School - so he shouldn't be a complete heathen. Now
his granddaughter was telling me her baby's name wouldn't be announced till
after the Torah was read in their synagogue. Š And so it goes.
When I was young, it was simply assumed that in each generation the old ways
would fade a little more, with English replacing Hebrew in services, the old
rituals disappearing as customs gave way to bright shiny modernity, till we
wouldn't be all that distinguishable from UnitariansŠ.
Oy, were we wrong. The pendulum has swung the
other way as the old ways attract a whole new generation. Across the whole
religious spectrum, the old is new again. People are returning to the
fundamentals.