Monday the Rabbi Took Off (14 page)

“Of course. You used it in your first pulpit in Coventry, Michigan, and again when you first came to Darlington. Connecticut. And I didn’t really have to ask if you were happy here.” she said with a smile. “I can see that you like it. Have you thought that it might be a good idea to stay on?”

“Oh, that’s out of the question. Betty. This is just a temporary job. Rabbi Small will be back in another month. Besides.” he said. “I’ve retired. Remember?”

“Yes, I remember, dear. And I also remember that you weren’t very happy in your retirement. A man like you, a man in good health and vigorous, you’ve got to have something to do. You can’t just spend your time moping around.”

“I wasn’t aware that I was moping around.” he said stiffly. “I was planning to do some writing, some scholarly work that I’ve had in mind for some time now –”

“Oh, Hugo, face reality. If you had writing to do5 you would have started right in doing it. You would have done it while you were still the rabbi of the congregation in Darlington. You certainly wouldn’t have spent those months just hanging around.”

“I was mulling over in my mind a number of projects.” he said.

“No. Hugo. If you really want to write, you write.” She shook her head. “Don’t you see? The work you’re doing here, running a temple and a congregation, that’s your work. And you’re awfully good at it. So why not continue?”

He turned away, hurt. “Well, I’m sorry you think that my writing plans were just so much make-believe –”

“But they were, Hugo. dear. Don’t you remember when you thought the congregation in Darlington was sure to ask you to stay on, and you wondered what you’d do if they didn’t. Then you said at least it would give you time to put your papers in order and that you might edit your sermons for publication. But that just meant that you weren’t ready to face the thought of retirement. But they didn’t ask you to stay on, and you had a few months of retirement –”

“I was sure they were going to ask me to stay on.” he said quietly. “They hadn’t picked a replacement yet. At least, they hadn’t been able to agree on one. But.” he said resignedly. “I guess after thirty years, they get tired of you.”

“The congregation changed. Hugo.” she said in a tone that suggested they had had this discussion many times before. “A different class of people came into power and began running things.” She smiled. “Besides, you were getting tired of them, too.”

“Yes5 that’s true.”

“But here.” she went on. “everyone respects you. If you were to stay on –”

“It would be the same.” he said. “Everyone is kind and courteous and pleasant because they know I’m here for only a short while. If I had a regular long-term contract, it would be the same here as it was in Darlington.”

“Don’t you believe it. Hugo.” she said quickly. “You were a young man when you came to Darlington. You had nothing – no money, no reputation. They were in a position to push you around, and they did. until over the veers you gained strength and won their respect. But here, they know you don’t need them. Your pension is almost what they’re paying you. Nobody here can push you around, and they know it, so they won’t try. Oh, Hugo,” she pleaded with him. “you could stay on for another five veers or seven years, and then we’d move to Florida or perhaps go to Israel.”

“Well, it’s not a bad idea. I mean taking another pulpit,” he conceded, “but of course, this one is out of the question. You seem to forget that Rabbi Small will be back in another month.”

“How do you know?” she said sharply.

“Well, that was the – the general agreement. I was hired for three months because Rabbi Small was due back in three months.”

“It’s not quite like that. Hugo.” Even though they were alone. Betty Deutch lowered her voice. “There are a couple of girls in the Sisterhood that I’m really friendly with, and they let down their hair. Did you know, for example, that Rabbi Small is not being paid while he’s on leave?”

“Not being paid?” He was horrified. “You mean they stopped his salary?”

“As I understand it, he refused it. He refused to talk about a contract and even refused to promise that he was coming back here.”

Rabbi Deutch found that hard to believe. “He seemed like a very level-headed young man. It seems quixotic for a young man with a family to refuse to take his salary. Of course, it could be the way it was offered.”

“But it also could suggest –”

“Let’s say, it makes one think about possibilities.” He nodded. “Yes, it makes one think.”

The Small family settled into a regular routine, and within a few weeks they felt as though they had lived in Jerusalem for years. In spite of her meager Hebrew. Miriam was perhaps the most acclimated, by reason of her busy schedule. After she had got Jonathan off to school, she went to the Hadassah Hospital, where she did volunteer work five mornings a week. She would get home by one o’clock, giving her an hour before the stores closed for the afternoon, to do her shopping. Previously, she had decided what she wanted to buy and had asked her husband for the Hebrew words for the articles or looked up the unfamiliar words in a dictionary. Sometimes she would practice the sentences she might have to use and recite them to the rabbi so that he could correct her if necessary. “How much are these a kilo?”

“Do you have larger ones?”

“Will you please deliver these to Victory Street, number Five? You may leave them outside the door if I am not at home. The milk and butter I will take with me.”

Afternoons, while Jonathan returned from school, played with Shaouli. she went to the Ulpan, the special school that gave an accelerated course in Hebrew. In the evenings, after supper, she would prepare her Ulpan lessons for the next day. Sometimes, she and David would go for a stroll in the evening or. on rare occasions, get a baby-sitter so that they could go to a movie or spend an evening with friends they had made.

For Jonathan, there was the happiness of having a number of children of his own age living in the immediate vicinity, quite different from the situation in Barnard’s Crossing. And he was picking up the language, more rapidly than his mother for all her lessons and homework. Within a few days he had begun to call her Eemoleh and his father Abbele, the diminutives of Emahand Abba, the Hebrew for “Mother” and “Father.” He spoke in English to his parents, even when he knew the Hebrew for what he wanted to say, but more and more Hebrew words crept in, and the common short sentences – “I want a glass of milk.” or “I want to go outside to play” – were apt to be entirely in Hebrew.

Gittel had chosen wisely in the matter of a school. There were three or four nurseries and kindergartens in the area since practically all the mothers worked, but the one she had selected fortunately had several children who were English-speaking – their parents either were on extended visits from the States or the English countries or were new settlers. So the transition to Hebrew was made easier for him. At first he played with the English-speaking children exclusively, but as he began to gain knowledge of the language, he played with the others as well. Shaouli, the little boy from the upstairs apartment, was of course his most constant companion and his best friend.

As for the rabbi, even though he had no routine to adhere to. time did not hang heavy on his hands. In a sense, he had been master of his time all the years he had been in Barnard’s Crossing, too. There had been meetings to attend, committees to consult with, counseling to give, but none of them came at regular hours. He kept no regular office hours and was not subject to a daily routine. So here, his day was not too much different from that at home. In the morning he went to one of the nearby synagogues for morning services, and afterward he might linger on to talk with some of the other worshipers, perhaps even breakfast with them at a handy cafe. He explored the city. And he read much, finding the many bookstores and the completeness of their stocks a constant source of surprise. And of course, he worked on his Ibn Ezra paper.

They both made friends, the rabbi and Miriam, she at the hospital and at her Ulpan, and he at the synagogue. These they entertained occasionally in the evening and were entertained by them, after the manner of the country with tea and coffee, cookies, and conversation. Once the rabbi overcame his misgivings of traffic conditions and rented a car; they toured the Galilee and spent a few days at a kibbutz. They had met the chaver, comrade, at a party when he had come up to the city to transact some kibbutz business. His name was Itzical. They never found out his surname.

“Come and visit us for a few days and see how the real Israel lives. My next-door neighbor is going on holiday and you can use his cottage.”

“But who shall I ask for when I arrive?11 “Ask for Itzical – they’ll know.”

His child, a youngster of Jonathan’s age. had been given permission to stay with his parents rather than at the Children’s House, where the children of the same age lived together communally, so that Jonathan might have someone to play with. He came with his father the next day, Friday, to take them to the community dining hall for breakfast. The rabbi was reciting the morning prayers when they entered. The little boy watched, his eyes wide with astonished interest.

“What is he doing, Father?”

“Sh – he’s praying.”

“But those things he’s wearing, the shawl and those straps?”

“Those are his tallis and t’Jillen. You remember in your picture book of the war, there were some soldiers at the Wall wearing the same things.”

“Why do they wear them?”

“They think it helps in their prayers.”

“But why do they pray?”

The rabbi had finished. He smiled at the youngster. “Because we are grateful and wish to give thanks.” he said.

Itzical smiled, too. “We are a nonreligious kibbutz,” he said. “Maybe even antireligious.”

“You don’t observe any of the holidays or the Sabbath?”

“Not the religious holidays, and the others in our own way.”

“But none of our holidays are purely religious, except perhaps the Day of Atonement.” the rabbi said.

“So that’s the one we don’t observe.”

“You go out of your way not to observe it, or you disregard it – which?”

Itzical shrugged. “You know how it is. Most of us just disregard it, but some of the enlightened ones tend to be doctrinaire, and you could say they go out of their way to disregard it.”

Nevertheless, the evening meal, the Sabbath dinner, was festive. All the kibbutz members had spruced up, the women wearing dresses instead of jeans and the men in white shirts open at the throat. The meal was the traditional meal of gefilte fish and chicken, and there were even candles and wine on the table.

The Smalls sat at the same table as Itzical and his family, and the rabbi looked around the large room. Over in one corner he saw several couples at a table, and all the men wore yarmulkes.

He nodded. “Who are they? Are they members of the kibbutz?”

“Yes, they are members. They are religious. No one minds; we even have a separate kitchen for them. They joined us a few years ago. We were glad to have them. It was a little dangerous in those days. Would you feel more comfortable eating with them?”

“No. I’m completely comfortable right here.” the rabbi said. “But would you mind if I put on my yarmulke? It’s a matter of habit as much as anything with me. And it will save Jonathan asking questions.”

“By all means.”

“And do you mind if I say the blessing for wine and for bread?”

“Go right ahead. Rabbi. I understand. Of course. I don’t believe in it myself –”

“It’s showing gratitude for the food one receives.” He smiled. “The ability to express gratitude is one of the ways in which man differs from the lower animals, and it’s good to manifest the difference occasionally.”

Itzical shook his head. “I can see you don’t know much about animals, Rabbi. Believe me, they can express gratitude, too.”

The rabbi considered, and then he nodded and smiled. “Well, it’s also good to show the similarity with the lower animals now and then.”

Itzical laughed. “You’re all right. Rabbi. I see that no matter what, you’ll find an excuse for saying the blessing. Go ahead. I’ll even stand while you say it.”

As they started on the long drive back to Jerusalem several days later. Miriam asked. “Do you think you would like living on a kibbutz. David?”

“Yes, I think I might. If we were to stay on here. I’d give it serious consideration. It used to be a kind of heroic thing to join a kibbutz, and I guess it still is in some parts of the country. But for most of them, it seems to be the best deal in the country on a purely economic basis.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, you know things are not cheap here.”

“Food is – at least certain things are cheaper than in the States.”

“Yes, but everything else is apt to be more expensive – housing, clothes, a car. electrical appliances. Most people seem to have them, even though it would seem impossible on the salaries that are paid.” He shook his head. “How people live on their salaries – that’s the big miracle of Israel! I keep asking people, but I haven’t got a convincing explanation yet. As far as I can make out. you borrow to buy the things you need, like an apartment, and then if you don’t keep up your payments, it’s almost impossible to evict you. So they just add the missed payments to your debt, and you just sweat it out until the currency is devalued or the government passes some sort of relief law. Well, in the kibbutz, you don’t have to worry about such things. Everything, all expenses are taken care of. And it appears to be a good life. Yes, if we decided to settle here. I’d give it a lot of thought.”

“A religious kibbutz, of course,” Miriam pointed out.

“I’m not so sure. Or perhaps I should say that I’m not so sure that the nonreligious ones aren’t really religious. You know, the Sabbath we just spent, it could be that was the way it was supposed to be celebrated. And I imagine that it’s quite possible that in Biblical times, they celebrated the various holidays the way they celebrate them in the nonreligious kibbutz. Some of them are nature festivals like Shavuoth and Sukkoth. Well, the people who live close to the earth, as the kibbutzniks do. probably celebrate them the way those primitive people of Biblical times did and for the same reason – because it’s natural.”