Stepping Up to Bat (Ideas #5) |
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An aquaintance of mine recently described our generation as one of movie going, basketball playing (and I would add) pizza eating in need of growing up. In his family as well as mine we are forced to measure ourselves up to the previous generation as it bids us farewell and allows us to set the tone.
I remember more than one day that he meant to spend with his nuclear family, whereupon he would respond to a phone call to go help my grandmother or settle a family quarrel or help my cousin sell a car. As far as his family was concerned, he never asked the question, what would I most enjoy or prefer to do, but rather what is the most urgent thing that is in my power to do. Our somewhat gruff-looking working class neighbors neither intimidated nor put him off. He offered them guidance, as well as finding them work in our garden that "needed" to be done so as to encourage them in a work ethic that he had so well internalized. He often talked about encouraging people to do the right thing - which meant to be responsible human beings. The challenge to traditional values so prevalent in the 60's and 70's was anathema to him. The return by many to traditional Judaism was something that struck a more resonant chord. He felt bad when people wasted their potential and did everything he knew to get me, my brother and our cousins get ahead in the world. A hard act for pizza-eaters to follow. Upon sitting shiva in Los Angeles, I was impressed to see that the selfless commitment that my father embodied still survives in some isolated quarters. While my father was not a member of any particular shul, he would occasionally go to the local Chabad shul - he would walk about a mile and a half to get there and leave the car there the previous night so he could drive home after the holiday. While he had been attending there for almost 20 years, he would hardly be considered a central figure in the life of this thriving shul. His yearly contribution, though important to him, was more symbolic than anything else. At most shuls he would have been considered an inactive part of the mailing list and his funeral arrangements viewed as a burden by the rabbi. After all, the rabbi probably never exchanged more than a few words with my father - no serious relationship existed.
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