Tradition, Community & Rain
With heavy rain, it is understandable that the annual Rosh Hashanah services Under the Stars, an outdoor event ringing in the Jewish New Year, with a service alongside a picnic dinner, was moved inside. Since the inception of this spiritual, casual, community event, I do not believe that my family has ever missed one year. Mother Nature broke our streak.
For many, this gathering, is a time to reconnect with former neighbors, old school friends, their parents, and their kids. Old camp bunk mates attend. My kids’ teammates, preschool teachers and current teachers attend. We ring in the New Year as a community, about 5000 people from the Baltimore Jewish community. We gather to hear the first sound of the shofar.
Dinner is a big part of the Holiday
I am always amazed that for a three hour event, the outdoor Congregants drag lawn chairs, Bridge card tables, tarps, coolers, enough food for a banquet, and wine to celebrate the Jewish new year. Even if the rained stopped, I can’t see our people dragging the gear and food through the mud. Our cars wouldn’t survive getting out of the fields – we struggle with the parking lot on dry land.
Dinner is a big component of this evening. Some people get carryout. Some people partake in the food trucks. Some families cook. For my family, my father often makes the main dish which varies from year to year: filet mignon, salmon, flank steak, deli, masculine green salad and more. I bring the traditional Jewish favorites including Dr. Brown’s diet black cherry and cream soda cans, rainbow cake, chocolate tops, and the balance of dinner.
Many families have three big dinners and luncheons over this holiday. My daughter and I cook for the second dinner. Because of the rain, this year, my family is swapping out the second dinner menu in lieu of the canceled picnic dinner. We will figure out tomorrow’s dinner later. I have heard that some of our friends will be eating their Royal Farms’ fried chicken intended picnic dinner in their dry and warm homes. I am racing against the clock and hoping that the traditional brisket, matzoh ball soup, kugel, and apple cake are cooked before for sundown. We already polished off the chopped liver.
Memories From Past Rosh Hashanahs
While I am disappointed that our family’s traditional evening will be different this year, and as I continue to procrastinate getting dinner ready, here are a few good stories from the past:
- The year that the selfie emerged, my mother and I discovered we could not get our heads into one photo. We have photos filled with laughter and our heads are cut off. We bought a selfie stick that week.
- One time my father made an 8 pound flank steak and brought it into the park whole. He brought an industrial grade butcher’s knife and I had to slice it on the picnic blanket sitting on my knees.
- My Mom couldn’t open her folding chair and kindly asked surrounding neighbors if they had KY Jelly while wishing them a good New Year. We intervened after the third inquiry.
- The year my dad prepared filet mignon. We were already to eat and it was discovered that my mom forgot to pack utensils. My dad and I walked around the park wishing everyone a Happy New Year and begged for a spare plastic fork here and an extra plastic knife there. We may have had to share a spoon or two during dessert.
- We went light one year with an extravagant deli spread. There must have been 8 different mustards. Mark asked my Dad if he brought any other condiments. My Dad who is generous and flexible responded with a tone, “Mark, I picked up all of the deli. We have a lot of options. Can you figure out something else?” Mark, “Sure, Freddie, but the mustard is expired. One expired about 12 years ago.” Our first born son wasn’t born the year that mustard was manufactured. We have never looked at mustard the same since.
- Yes, my mother’s beautiful Jewish Apple Cake fell out of the container and rolled down a hill. We pulled the grass off it, and ate it anyway.
- My kids remember when they were little, that they used to receive apples and honey sticks on our way out for a sweet new year. When our son was about 9, a relative didn’t come with us. My son asked the volunteer for an extra apple and honey stick to bring home. I am still proud of my son years later for his empathy.