Thanksgiving, JFK, and a coveted loaf of rye bread
Like anybody old enough, I remember when President John F. Kennedy was slain, 56 years ago, November 22, 1963. And I also remember Dr. Glanzberg frightfully clutching his loaf of fresh rye bread. Our tiny Hebrew day school suddenly sent us home just before two o’clock—exactly when we would have concluded our day with the weekly, all-classes’ welcoming of Sabbath Eve. There would be no plastic mini cups of grape juice, thin challah slices, lit candles, and sung blessings that Friday afternoon—even as a fresh Thanksgiving wreath and some Indian corn were displayed. [Rabbi Ben Kamin]
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