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The photo this week is of the inside of an elaborate synagoge. The walls are around the holy ark where the the Torah scrolls are stored, are inlade with tile. The arched window over is stained glass adorned with the ten commandments in Hebrew. In the foreground are steps leading up to the bima or platform. There is a colorful bouquet in the middle on the steps.
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Genre: Anectdote
Word Count: 100
THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGING
I’d just celebrated my thirty-first birthday when my father sank down onto his sofa to take his eternal nap. Though not a surprise, it was still a shock.
By Jewish tradition the burial should take place within twenty-four hours. This wasn’t possible for my family.
The young rabbi asked if I had a problem with her being a woman. Her warm demeanor put me at ease.
“Dad’s middle name was Edward after Dr. Edwards who brought him into the world in 1914 when female physicians were frowned upon.” I smiled. “It’s only fitting that a woman should oversee his sendoff.”
My dad knew my ticklish spots. 😀
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple 