{"id":29051,"date":"2016-03-18T16:40:59","date_gmt":"2016-03-18T22:40:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.crescentcityjewishnews.com\/?p=29051"},"modified":"2016-03-18T16:42:13","modified_gmt":"2016-03-18T22:42:13","slug":"children-cheer-for-purim","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.crescentcityjewishnews.com\/blog\/children-cheer-for-purim\/","title":{"rendered":"Children cheer for Purim"},"content":{"rendered":"

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF<\/em><\/p>\n

On a cloudless, heavenly morning, well before the Almighty turned the dust of the earth into man, He announced the Holydays to the assembled Heavenly Hosts. The angels listened solemnly, especially to Yom Kippur. And after a few moments of meditation they burst into a perfectly sublime harmonious Hallelujah. The Holydays were fashioned; a string of pearls to decorate creation.<\/p>\n

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Yes, all the angels and cherubim and sages yet to be, thundered a mighty \u201cAmen\u201d as the Almighty announced the holiday lineup. All except one, that is. One of the younger angels – his wings still fluffy with down.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about the children?\u201d he blurted out. \u201cWhat about a holiday for the children? It should be a happy day of games and of course, some special delectable food. And most of all, NOISE. It should be the one day in the year when kids may shout to their hearts content without a giant, adult hand muffling their mouths.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Holy One listened with compassionate attention. Then he pronounced, \u201cYes, I shall invent a happy day just for the children. I shall create a historical situation that seems destined for tragedy, but at the last minute dissolves into deliverance. (\u201cJust like the Red Sea and the Exodus,\u201d whispered the excited Heavenly Hosts in unison.) There shall be the essence of evil in the form of a tyrant. (Good, thought the angels – even children must know about evil.) And the young shall eat triangular cakes and shout as loud as they like at the evil name.\u201d (\u201cIf they\u2019re going to be loud and noisy, they may as well holler at evil,\u201d said the Hallelujah Chorus.)<\/p>\n

So, on the festival Megillah – the great scroll of the holidays, HE who made time itself, inscribed Purim. A holiday for children.<\/p>\n

My friend, Herb, a childlike celebrant who\u2019d swap two Passovers and a Chanukah for one Purim, says that if Purim occurred daily, he\u2019d attend Shul – all year round – as faithfully as the Ner Tamid – the eternal light that shines on the Bema. Purim\u2019s got it all, says Herb. \u201cA love story like Ruth, but spiced with suspense. And all the joy of Simchas Torah, with a plot line.\u201d<\/p>\n

Herb may be right. Esther is one of the great triumvirates of Jewish heroines. Her two sister heroines are, who else? The militant Yael and Judith. The latter two you\u2019ll recall, dispatch two of Israel\u2019s enemies to that special Gehenna where Amalekites sing Hatikvah on our holidays. This daring, dynamic duo was simple straight shooters like Annie Oakley. But Esther – ah there\u2019s a woman of subtlety as well as valor. You won\u2019t find Hadassah ruining her manicure with tent pegs or swords. She\u2019s behind the scenes orchestrating, scheming, directing. Totally invisible to her antagonists, she\u2019s the ghostess with the mostest, you might say.<\/p>\n

Once Cousin Mordechai alerts her to the peril facing her people, she swings into action. Two lavish banquets – not one, but two – she throws for the king; and Hamen of all people. It\u2019s the first Purim Oneg. And although the megillah does not spell out the menu, I\u2019m sure Esther laid out a nice Kosher spread with plenty of Persian slivovitz and followed by platters of those crisp, little layered honeycakes.<\/p>\n

Esther\u2019s eyes caress the king – those succulent cakes melt in his mouth. They\u2019re eating high on the Challah, so to speak.<\/p>\n

Hamen, the quintessential Amalekite – Hitler, in a warp of time, sits in a corner daydreaming of the gibbet for the Jew, Mordechai. Esther, the supplicant who fantasizes a special gehenna for Hamen in which he eternally grates potatoes for all the Chanukahs yet to come, pleads with the king for her people, Israel. She gazes tearfully at the king like he\u2019s a titanic honeycake. In the background, we can almost hear a silvery \u201cTaps\u201d – with a klesmer lilt – for Hamen the Aagegite.<\/p>\n

My good friend, Herb, loves to hear this Megillah. As I say, he\u2019s a Purim regular. There he is – every year with his own gragar – just like the Minyon Club members have their own Tallis and Tefillum. And he\u2019s carrying one of those neat, silvery hip flasks just to make sure he obeys the Talmudic injunction to be sufficiently zonked so you can\u2019t tell Hamen from Mordechai. Over the whole year – 613 mitzvah opportunities available to him – this is Herb\u2019s finest moment of observance.<\/p>\n

Well, I love Purim as much as Herb. On what other holiday can you make obnoxious noises and even talk more than the rabbi without being shushed. I guess, like Herb, I\u2019m a Purim Jew.<\/p>\n

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