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jewishsimming · 9 months

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The week after Benji and Jacob left for the front, Avram was found in his bed, so peaceful and still he almost looked asleep. He had never really recovered from the trauma of Esther's untimely death, and his oldest son going to war had been too much. His heart had given out while he slept, the doctor said.

The house was quiet after that, and it seemed a pall of misery clung to its walls. Golde was back and forth between home and Sarah's house, who was barely functional after Jacob left, and the children had been too much of a handful for her to deal with. Golde went without the usual protests.

In the meantime (when she was not up at dawn doing Ben's chores), Perl wandered the house from top to bottom in boredom and increasing agitation. She had no love for farm work, and Aaron barely spoke to her; he had delved headlong into his university studies by day, and spent nights out in town with his beau.

One day in town, Perl caught sight of a woman dressed in a nurse's uniform crossing the square, and the idea hit her with a jolt of excitement: she would sign up for the Volunteer Aid Detachment.

Aaron just rolled his eyes the day Perl came downstairs in her VAD nurse uniform.

"Dad would have hit the roof if he knew you were involving yourself in the war effort," he said.

"I'm not supporting the war," Perl retorted, adjusting her head covering in the mirror. "Well, not really."

"I'm pretty sure helping out in a war hospital is supporting the war effort, sis."

"No it's not." Perl bit her lip. "Well, sort of. I can't help it. When I think of all those men fighting, getting hurt on the front lines—it's awful, the stories I've heard from my friends. You don't have to love the war to feel sorry for the men who get hurt."

"And they want us to sign up for it," Aaron grumbled. He had been given his first white feather that afternoon, and his girlfriend's reassurance had not quite taken the sting out of it.

"I think it's barbaric," Golde interjected from her place on the couch. "And you look like one of those goyische rabbis. What do they call them?"

"Nuns," Perl laughed, "and no-one asked you. Aren't you meant to be at Sarah's?"

Golde groaned. "Shmuel is vexing me, and Rachel attaches herself to my leg the entire time. I wouldn't mind if I only had to play with the baby. Must I go?"

"You could muck out the stalls," Aaron said. "Or milk the cow, or feed the animals, or harvest the potatoes..."

"Ughhh." Golde flicked her book closed and stood up with a sigh. "I'll go."

#decades challenge #rozenfeld legacy #golde rozenfeld #aaron rozenfeld #perl rozenfeld

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tigerdyke · 4 years

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i can’t even begin to describe the amount of relief i experience daily from being in love with another jewish woman.

i spent the majority of my years as a wlw just trying to make peace with the fact that i’d never love and be loved as my entire self. there would always be a piece of me missing from the relationship, no matter how accepting and supportive my (inevitably goyische) girlfriend/wife would be. and that wasn’t something i could push on anyone or expect anyone to care about, no matter how deeply they cared for me otherwise.

the last thing i wanted was to restrict my dating options even further than they already were. only falling in love with other women who love women was bad enough, there was no way i would ever demand that my potential life partner also be jewish—an incredibly small ethnoreligious group—on top of that. not to mention that there are tons of other ethnic and religious minorities whose experiences in the US/west are similar enough to that of jewish women’s that we would still have a very strong basis for solidarity and mutual respect in our relationship. but it wasn’t enough to comfort the part of me that was spiritually starved of sharing my partner with my existing community—in life and in love alike.

to go from never seeing what i knew in my heart i wanted all along as an option, let alone an attainable preference, to actually experiencing it in real time has been life changing. it’s healed both of us in unspeakable and irrefutable ways. i only wish that everyone who’s ever been marginalized by the world they live in could experience a love this special.

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bonestructureandcontempt · 7 years

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I haven’t really given a report on where I am, re: Jewish conversion despite this being a blog and a good platform for that sort of thing, huh?

Well, here’s how things are as of 09/15/17:

My parents don’t know yet, still. Or at least I don’t think they do. They surely have noticed I get a lot of mail from Jewish organizations- non-profits, museums, that sort of thing. But they don’t ask questions. To them I’m just a not-that-great Catholic with a strong interest in Judaism and Jewish culture. “Michael had a Jewish girlfriend once and that one really smart girl whose house he keeps going to is Jewish, she probably rubbed off on him, “they probably think. “That Michael and his hobbies…”

You’re probably wondering why I don’t just tell them. And I’d like to, I really would. But we haven’t had the best relationship, my mom and dad and me. I know that doesn’t sound like a big deal and that I must sound like every other disaffected 20-something, but it’s hard. Given my history, it’s hard. Just trust me on this, it’s hard. I think things are getting better but I’m still afraid. Afraid of rejection, afraid of being told no. I don’t think being told no would stop me, I know this is what I need. But I’d rather be supported by my parents - is that so wrong?

So in the meantime, I read a lot. I follow blogs that offer resources to converts of all stages, I read posts from Jewish bloggers, I try to verse myself in not just the religion but history and culture. I want to fit in, to belong. I once read an article from a rabbi saying that converting to Judaism is not so simple as changing your religion - that in fact it’s like seeking citizenship to another nation. That’s daunting when I think about it but it’ll be worth it in the end.

My friends and I think we found a temple that’s gonna work for me. Conservative joint up in North Jersey. I’ve perused their website - they seem like a good fit. Once I figure this whole business out with my family, I’ll contact them for sure.

My girlfriend supports me. She doesn’t have plans to convert with me and that’s fine, it’s not gonna change anything. Besides, if we get married and have kids, we’ll just raise them interfaith. Like Tommy Pickles with his Jewish mom and goyische dad if you’re not up on your Rugrats trivia.

There is one other matter that has been on my mind a lot. A long time ago, my grandmother claimed that we have Jewish ancestors on the old Spaniard side of the family tree. Would love some confirmation on that. Dunno if it would make things easier but I’d sure like to know the truth.

That’s it for now, I guess. I’ll let you know if anything happens. Thanks.

#Jewish conversion

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