Today, on Pesach Sheni, the best Jewish holiday no one ever heard of, one reader kindly requested a reprint of story I wrote years ago that doesn't seem to be available online. Here's a slightly edited version.
During a recent lesson about biblical patriarchs and matriarchs, fourth-graders at Manhattan’s Central Synagogue Hebrew school watched as role-playing talk show host, “Shecky Bevakasha,” mediated a dispute between Jacob’s two wives, sisters Leah and Rachel. While some students watched the Jerry Springer-like feud play out before them, others observed equally sensational Torah stories, starring Judaism’s forefathers and mothers.
Wednesday, October 28th, 2009
“And Rachel… had hard labor… it came to pass as her soul was departing… Rachel died, and was buried on the way to Efrata (Bethlehem). And Jacob set a pillar upon her grave, the same as is on Rachel’s grave until this day.”
This week, Heshvan 11 (Thursday, Oct. 29) is that day of Mother Rachel’s passing. I just might light a candle. That’s what family does. I’m her kid.