Tony Oats doubled over in laughter when he heard our request. Never before in his ten years as a museum employee, had he received such a funny inquiry.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”
Growing up in a Reform Jewish home in the Midwest, I loved Shabbat with my mother, lighting the candles and attending services. Usually we were only among five people in the front rows of the pews in an enormous Reform Congregation of 500 empty seats, or shall we say non-attending members. But it felt very full, bright and numinous, to me, because I was by my mother’s side. She would lean forward, look right into my eyes, and sing the prayer songs in Hebrew so that I would learn the words.
Welcome to Throwback Thursday, a weekly photo feature in which we sift 116 years of Forward history to find snapshots of women’s lives.
These past few weeks, I’ve gotten so many great stories about people and their Jewish mothers. Some were uplifting and some were sad. But I think the bottom line for many of us was that, no matter how complicated our relationships are with our mothers, we still love them. Sometimes, talking about the things that scar us just helps to bring us closer.
I’m so grateful to all those who chose to write. I hope this is just the beginning of the conversation. I will be updating this blog post with more of your wonderful stories throughout the next couple of days leading up to Mother’s Day and if you have any stories about your Jewish mother, it isn’t too late! Post them in the comments.