If you ask me, Shavuot doesn’t get the attention it deserves. Judaism has a lot of holidays, and it’s understandable that some get emphasized more than others, depending on where you are — in the United States, Shavuot receives less attention than it does in Israel. But I want to start sharing in more Shavuot goodness, down South and throughout the U.S… so to inspire y’all to join in on the fun, I came up with some suggestions for enjoying this joyful festival.
Memorial Day is approaching, and while I’m usually swept up in the parades, beach trips and community cookouts, this year I’m reflecting more on the “memorial” part of the holiday. So often the real meaning and purpose of the holiday is lost, but my I have a renewed appreciation for the remembrance aspect, thanks to my recent extraordinary experience during another memorial holiday, Yom Hashoah – Holocaust Remembrance Day.
As our time in Mississippi as ISJL Education Fellows comes to an end, we wanted to write a final collaborative-blog-post to look back on the memories we have made throughout our two years here.
My roommate Peter is neither Southern nor Jewish… and yet he somehow found himself an active part of Mississippi’s Southern and Jewish community.
Nestled in South Arkansas, El Dorado is a small town with a big history. Recently, this small town reminded us just how small the world is — especially, of course, the Jewish world.
Hi! Remember me? It’s Missy! Last May I was finishing up my ISJL Education Fellowship with visits to two different Southern and Jewish Yom Ha’Atzmaut celebrations in Macon, Georgia and Knoxville, Tennessee. We learned about kibbutzim, Israeli danced, wrote letters for the Kotel (Western Wall), and smelled spices in the shuk. I even received a blessing for a safe journey to Israel, where I’ve spent the last year. And oh what a journey it’s been!
As a Jewish educator, I teach students of all ages about the sacred moments we will experience throughout our lives as Jews. Some of these moments are special to those who experience them… and some are not. We teach our students what to do, how to prepare, the words to say and, as best we can, what it will feel like to experience different milestones. We prep our students for these holy moments, hoping that they will indeed feel something.
As we prepare to commemorate Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Memorial Day, I’ve been thinking about my father- in- law, Leon Schipper, z’’l.
In our Southern and Jewish blog, we usually focus on topics that are… well, Southern and Jewish. This one might seem a little random, but it springs from our time on the road as Education Fellows, and a shared food obsession. Also, last week Bethany & Arielle’s boss wrote about his specific-sandwich craving during the Passover Pilgrimage, and this seems a fitting follow up. So here it is—two nice Jewish girls’ stories and rankings of getting our Chipotle fixes while on the road in the South!
I’m a Florida native. I’ve been described as a fish, spending so much time in the water, swimming and splashing in the sun. Now, I live in Mississippi — and while I miss the sand and salt water of the gulf shore of Florida, there’s something I wish Jackson had even more than a real beach: Publix.