29 March 2013

Published March 27, 2013 by rochellewisoff


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    Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word count: 100

Flower power, Woodstock, bell-bottom jeans and moccasins. It was the 60’s. We tuned in, turned on and dropped out.  

Although the following information seems unrelated to the previous line, I include it, nonetheless.  The Ashamnu  is a traditional prayer of repentance  recited on Yom Kippur, the Jewish highest of holy days or day of atonement. The word “ah-SHAM-nu” means we are guilty or we have sinned.  

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             Rhoda cast furtive glances in all directions, inhaled throat-burning smoke, held it, and then exhaled, handing the joint to Marcus.

            “Don’t be so paranoid.” His bloodshot eyes glittered.

            Candles illuminated the corners of his darkened bedroom. In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida blared from the stereo and patchouli incense tickled her nose.

            After they’d downed an entire bag of chips, Marcus plopped his yarmulke on his head.

            “So much for fasting. Let’s get back before they miss us.”

            Side-by-side they sneaked into the synagogue and giggled through repentance prayers.

            Every year afterward, when Rhoda dutifully attended services, she chuckled as she recalled the “High” Holiday.  

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128 comments on “29 March 2013

  • That was a great opening sentence, I could just visualise the scene. Nice story, and great names for the characters, you always choose such vibrant names. Enjoyed this.


  • I really enjoyed this story, Rochelle, and felt as if I were there. Your words were all carefully chosen for best effect and although this was a slice of the 60’s I never experienced, except for the song, I have memories from that time that still make me laugh in that same way. I have to admit that incense doesn’t ever tickle my nose, it assaults it. But your story certain is evocative of the era.




  • Oh, and who hasn’t done things like this in their youth. Love the story. Brings back memories of the old Sunday rule of “I don’t care what you do Saturday night, but come Sunday morning, your A** better be in a pew!” Mom’s words, echoing in my mind, even as I contemplate skipping church this weekend. The Church we’re attending unfortunately doesn’t really celebrate the High Holidays quite the way i want in my church.


  • Sweet and naughty reminiscences. I am wondering if Rhoda and Rochelle have something in common? 🙂
    Congratulations on the book. I wish you all the success, will check if I can get it in India! 🙂


    • Dear Parul,
      Perhaps I should’ve named her something like Shifra. Then no one would’ve suspected, right? (wink wink)
      As for my book…it is available on Kindle. Hopefully this will make it more accessible for you.


  • Hello Rochelle, thank you for a great photo prompt this week. I really enjoyed your story, you painted such a vivid picture here and even managed to show us something of their characters. A funny last line too. 🙂


  • Rochelle,
    If I only knew you then… they would all be High Holidays! Loved it. You never let me down. The name Rhoda always reminds me of the show and Carlton the doorman. Good times…Good times..ohh that’s another show!



  • Not me–I was a good girl! Actually, the only thing preventing me from doin’ a doobie was the fact that I absolutely abhor smoking–that and no one ever offered me a brownie. Seriously, a perfect story to tell the grandkids…. 😀


    • Dear Daisy,
      The brownies were nasty. The crazy thing is that I never smoked cigarettes…was never even tempted. For whatever reason I didn’t see smoking weed and smoking tobacco quite the same way. Go figure.


  • no matter what era we grow up in, some young ones find the need for Ashamnu. and WOW…15 minutes for one song video is way trippy. ha ha. 😉 i enjoyed your story immensely. ♥


  • Hi Rochelle (or should I say High Rochelle?)
    A brilliant mischievous story this week – I love the atmosphere you created here – if only there were a story-time-machine I think a few of us would head straight into this storyline 🙂


  • Imagine my shock when I checked into FriFic to see the photo of the week, and found MINE! Of course I wouldn’t blame anyone who wanted to write a story about this excellent photo and the book it is about. (Which, for the record, I would not have done if it was not a good read… do you have your copy yet?) Everyone who knows how Humble and Effacing I am are shocked as well, I am sure.


  • Dear Rochelle
    Evocative of the free-spirited 60s although some were more free spirited than others!
    I imagine Rhoda with blue eye shadow, long dangling earrings and lots of bangles, dancing to some great music, aahh those were the days
    Best wishes


    • Dear Dee,
      I don’t think Rhoda wore blue eye shadow…but definitely the earring and the bangles…particularly rings. “Those were the days my friend…”
      Rhoda can no longer wear earrings…something chemical…but she’s still a bit of a Bohemian, and while more reserved, still a free spirit in many ways. ;).
      Thank you for dropping by. I’m slow getting around to other stories but will come by yours soon.


  • I loved this story and I would have liked to have done it all those years ago when spending countless hours in the synagogue during the holidays. Hmmm… I wonder if it’s too late? 🙂


  • Being just a misfit of the 1960’s, I knew of but missed out, lucked out, or otherwise escaped some experiences – though they ‘flew’ on around me.
    I did try a cigarette once – really I did. But having other family members who were participants of extremes…with negative consequence –
    Lets just say ‘staying alive’ was more of my theme song.

    Nice write. I love the pun, get it, and giggle along with you.


  • Yes, you certainly brought back memories – and is that your photo from the 60s? great. Your story was adorable. Plus, I love that you used Yamulka. They call them something else in England, but I am really from Connecticut, but spent the 60’s in San Francisco, where we all belonged.


    • Dear Lindaura,
      That is my senior picture, taken my junior year in 1970…just shy of the 60’s. Happy you liked my story. As for Yarmalke, that’s the Yiddish term I grew up with. I think most call it a Kepah, the Hebrew word. I never made it San Francisco, but I did wear flowers in my hair. 😉


  • Funny twist on high holidays and even nicer memories of days when some people called me “Space Cowboy,” but NOBODY ever called me “The Gangster of Love!” Never cared for In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, though, or Grand Funk Railroad, I’m proud to say. Thanks, Rochelle!


    • Dear Maurice,
      I once saw Iron Butterfly in person…at least I vaguely remember that I did…well pretty sure…they told me I was there. Really I was more of a folk music person…Simon and Garfunkle, Peter, Paul and Mary, etc etc.
      Glad you liked the story.


  • Hi Rochelle,
    This was so realistic, I wondered if it was autobiographical and combined with the photo of you, it made me suspect you are an ex-hippie. Or maybe you just have a very active imagination. Actually, no maybe, I know you do. However you came up with it, you captured a freer time in our collective history. Ron


  • Ah yes – crazy with youth in a crazy time. Not an exact match for my memories (maybe not an exact match for yours either) but I certainly knew people who could have been in this story.

    Life has suddenly gotten overloaded and out of control – I don’t know if I’ll get a story written this week, but (with luck) I should be back next week.


    • Dear Sharon,
      I know what you mean about life being out of control. I’m treading water to finish reading the stories.
      I have to confess (and have several times) this story is more of a memoir than fiction.
      Thanks for taking time to stop, read and comment. I appreciate it and look forward to your story next week.


  • Dear Rochelle,

    This story was full of love and light and left me wanting more chips, another toke and, most importantly, other stories from you. Thank goodness for your writing.




  • Hi Rochelle,

    Weirdest thing. I found this email sent by you this morning in my inbox regarding a comment back in 2013 by someone.

    Well, it took me back to the page and re-read your story about “high holidays” and thought I’d at least say hi – and cause you to wonder, too, how the heck you might have sent it to me.

    Ha. Randy

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    • Dear Randy,

      I can’t explain the email. I also had a spam comment from this same spot. WordPress Golems? Nice that they brought you back to this story. It’s one of my favorite “fictions.” Thanks for taking the time to say hello.


      Rhoda…I mean Rochelle


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