Yud Daled Tishriei TShPZ/September 24, 2026
You know I had to write something. Writing is my happy place, and while I enjoy eating good food, I don’t always love making it, so here I am procrastinating once again before the heavy cooking season. I looked in the BJL archives and saw that I didn’t opine about Succos! Imagine that! So here goes, my thoughts about my favorite yom tov, which is also my birthday. At some point I will put up the corned beef and Mashiach’s chicken soup is in the freezer ready and waiting (https://baltimorejewishlife.com/news/news-detail.php?SECTION_ID=1&ARTICLE_ID=172110).
As I type this in my “office,” a.k.a. the kitchen, I have a view of my succah and even though it blocks out the natural light and the birds that flock in my yard, it is nevertheless a heartwarming sight to behold. Succos is the holiday of Joy! It is a welcome time after the intensity of Rosh HaShonah and Yom Kippur. There are many Torah thoughts on the Succah itself and our relationship cushioned in love reminiscent of the Clouds of Glory. Please permit me to add my own, if that’s ok, and maybe it’s not my original thought, so apologies in advance. We are about to enter the season of Fall. It is dreary. It rains and gets windy. The trees, once a beautiful palette of G-d’s colors, are browning, withering and yes, “falling.” There’s nothing like the constant sweeping of those leaves out of your hallway. Our hectic lives with the mundane and banality of schedules, schedules, schedules, seem even more hectic with the change in weather. This is harder for me as being a teacher I am fortunate not to work in the summer, and it is an adjustment back to the working reality. I also have a touch of SAD, Seasonal Affective Disorder, and the lack of sunshine depresses me, never mind the accompanying lethargy. Perhaps the succah is there as a visual to remind us that no matter the season, Hashem is with us, during sunshiny days and gloomy ones as well, so button up and bundle up and take out those light lamps! It’s been stated by many that after succos is over, and the succah is put away (in time before those aforementioned rains), the lesson we take with us that although we may be leaving the succah, we still bring it inside, ourselves. To me that is a most uplifting and cheering thought. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the great joy of Simchas Torah. How sweet it was when I started singing to my preschoolers some Simchas Torah songs in the short time we had together, which translates into very little teaching time, and one boy piped up, “Morah, it sounds like Simchas Torah!” Even at this young age, of four and five, they remember with fondness and smiles and eyes alight with the mention of this yom tov. For me, Simchas Torah is even more of a wonder. It is the miracle of Life and being part of the Circle of Life, which may be one of the many reasons why we dance in a circle. Only a few days ago, on Yom Kippur, I was re-reading my father’s journal of his experiences in Auschwitz. He was fifteen years old, the same age as my youngest is about to turn. It is a stark observation to note the difference in times and their lives. My father writes about the selektions, or Appel, that took place on Erev Yom Kippur, Yom Kippur and Simchas Torah, where being sent to the right meant Life, and to the left meant Death.
Oh, the vicious cruelty of that timing, and which we ourselves remember most recently October 7th, not that very long ago. How many families will be celebrating Simchas Torah with ecstatic fervor? There is no answer, and yet as my father writes in all caps in his journal, WE MUST NEVER NEVER EVER FORGET. I hope that my words will assuage that pain for those families somewhat. We are all part of the circle and step into that spot where our friend was dancing moments ago and try to connect with him and his life circumstances, even when we don’t know what it is. That is the essence of the circle,representing unity, and where all points are equidistant to the center. In our world, blessedly, that is Hashem and His Torah. Baruch Hu Elokeinu SheBaranu L’Chvodo, as my boys sang along with me.
My father, a”h, was chosen for that fateful selection on Yom Kippur, along with the other 3,000 children who were later killed Al Kiddush Shem Shamyim. He escaped by the Grace of G-d, and then again, he escaped yet another one with more nissim. His face-to-face encounter with Mengele, YM”Sh, twice (!), is something he lived with his entire short life. The date of that Yom Kippur selektion was September 26, 1944. This year that falls out on Shabbos, the first day of Succos. Indeed, for me and my family as we bask in gratitude to the Ribono Shel Olam for all the miracles and this Circle of Life, it is indeed Zman Simchaseinu.
Wishing everyone a beautiful yom tov as we connect to those we love, in the present, and in the past. In memory of all the Kedoshim of our Precious People.