And as usual, Christians have no fear of celebrating Christmas.
But most Jews, myself included have a hard time celebrating Hunnukka publically!
In our household we have both... many ask me why one of us did not convert to the other's religion.
Well, the truth is neither of us was that strongly interested in converting since even though I will defend my Jewish Heritage to the end... I do not practice my faith as I did when my parents were alive. And neither does Hubby... oh for years we did when our sons were still at home, but not really religious the movie versions of the holidays with toys and Santa. No church or Synagogue for our boys! I used to kid about that they were brought up to be heathens!
The epitome of needing to make a choice was difficult and went without... when Number One Son was asked to pick one for a religion badge and he honestly said he couldn't! And that was not because the choice was hard for him, but because he had no knowledge.
Our younger son took a course about world religions while a college student and came home to tell me that Judaism was the most logical.
Even though as a child I went to Sunday school and Hebrew school, not much of my faith was understood until I found the Author Harry Kemelman in 1969, and his iconic Rabbi sleuthing books! Harry Kemelman - Wikipedia
He bases his capture of the criminals on the Rabbi's knowledge of the Talmud inside and out!
Much of the laws of our nation, oddly enough, are based on the Talmud.
Now, you, probably realize why so many Jewish people are in the law profession!
The Talmud is common sense law!
And a Tampa, Florida, woman who is very brave, and not even Jewish, went the extra mile to prove support with violence possible in this Anti-Semitic climate...did this...
I live in a neighborhood where who knows what the outcome could be!
And we have been living here 25 years since the end of this month, the longest either of us lived anywhere! While the block we live on has had many different homeowners and renters over those twenty-five years! This is also our third home in Florida since 1986! Two were on the other coast.
I am afraid and somewhat ashamed to show my faith in public... My last safe home was back in the 1970s in Lakewood NJ where many neighbors were also Jewish!
Since then too many "assumed" I was not due to Hubby. And I never would say anything, for when I did our children were harassed! Scary! And now as an adult with adult moved away sons... I do not say anything unless someone says an off-color joke about my religion or uses nasty terminology I have been known to say I do not like that and that I am Jewish! And the result of my action is that they never see me again or they just do not use that language in front of me.
Let me introduce you to the crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name... ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now six years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, ha!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am nine years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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