Chanukah has never been a favourite
holiday of mine. It’s a minor holiday
and not the most festive of our holidays. As a child the only ‘gift’ I received
was chocolate coins. The presents thingies had more to do with Reform Jews
attempting to complete with Christmas. The only requirement is to light a hanukkiyah
(8 branched menorah) rather than
standard 6 branched menorah and custom dictates you eat dairy products and fried food.
course, if you count the candle holders on a hannikyah, there are 9 and 7 on a
standard menorah. We don’t count the
candle holder which is usually raised slightly higher than the rest. This we
call the shamash and is known as the helper/guardian/ servant candle
holder. We light the shamash, and use
then use the flame from the shamash to light the other candles. Since the role
of the shamash is to help it does not get counted as a light against the
particularity oddity of not counting the obvious has a long tradition in
For example, every day we recite
the Amidah or standing prayer as part of our daily liturgy. The Amidah comes from the Tannaim period (10-220
CE) mostly before the destruction of the Temple with some minor fine tuning
after the destruction of the temple. An important component in the Amidah is
the reciting of the Shomneh Esreh – or 18 blessings, except well, there are actually
19 blessings. This of course, does not
hinder us from referring to this part of the Amidah as the 18 blessings. My favourite part of the Shomneh Esreh is
always reciting the the Birkat HaMinim; concerning the plea to punish the heretics,
slanders and informers against the Jews. Frankly, I was pleasantly surprised to
discover my conservative shul still uses it, but then again, our weekday siddur
is an Artscroll - Ashkenazi one.
Then are 613 mitzvot (laws) that are to govern a
Jew’s life, except depending on what you are counting, there could be 634 more
or less, but tradition dictates we refer to the group collectively as the 613
mitzvot of Moses.
All this leads me to my favourite
Chanukah story which really isn’t a Chanukah story at all since it had nothing
to do with the Maccabeen victory, and happen long before said Maccabee victory,
but we only tell it at Chanukah. There
is even an Ashknenazi custom for the women of the home to do no work in honour
of Judith’s bravery for a half hour after lighting the hanukkiyah. We even have special hanukkiyah that depict
Judith holding Holofernes’ sword in one hand, and in his head in the other.
The short version of the story is that the town of
Bethalia was being siege by the Assyrian General Holofernes. Judith, a young
beautiful widow, of the town came up with an idea of going to the General’s
headquarters and plying him with salty cheese and wine in his tent. Her beauty
she used to induce him to take her into his tent alone - without guards. The salty cheese Judith
brought was used to make him drink more of the potent wine, and the role of the
potent wine was for him to pass out quickly from the drink.
After Holofernes passes out drunk, Judith
picks up his sword, and cuts off his head. She calmly walked back to the town with the
general’s head concealed in her basket to show to the town’s people. Once the general’s troops discovered his
headless corpse in a tent most ran away and those who stayed, were slaughtered by the townspeople of
Bethalia who were now emboldened by Judith’s actions.
But this Chanukah is special to me.
This year, my daughter, the Last Amazon, will be in Ha’aretz Yisrael for the
first time. She’s wanted to go since she
was 9 years old. We were supposed to go so many times but something always came
up; a death, a war, university, being broke. This time, she’s on Taglit (Birthright)
which in this particular case, turns out to be more reliable than Ima. Although, if she likes it. I promised her a wine tour...