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HOLIDAYS IN THE HOLY LAND—SUCCOT
5774 is upon us and people on the street are greeting each other
with calls of Shana tova—a good year—whether they know each other or
not. Yom Kippur—the Day of Atonement—begins tonight and the
call has changed to G’mar chatima tova, may you be inscribed in the Book
of Life for good. Thank you.
For
those of us who aren’t certain as to what holiday falls when, Succot is the one
that comes up right after Yom Kippur. It’s called that because
people build succot, huts, in commemoration of the 40 years following the
Exodus from Egypt. Each succa (or sukka or sukkah,
there is no end to the translations and transliterations)—a temporary booth
which implies a residence—reflects the builders’ tastes and family traditions.
In any case there are no more than three full walls and the roof is left mostly
open to the sky, as was the case without proper building materials during the
Exodus. Throughout the holiday, which lasts for seven days, people eat in the
succa and often sleep there as well.
Succot (plural of succa) is a national religious holiday which is
expressed in the building of the succa, acquiring the Four Species and needless
to say, food preparation.
One
of the best parts of living in Israel is the celebration of what is called in
the Diaspora ‘the Jewish holidays’. (We just call them
‘holidays’.) Friends who had moved to Australia several years ago
recently moved back here, saying they didn’t feel any real Jewishness in
Sydney. The atmosphere of the city didn’t change when the High
Holydays came around, although they certainly had access to every sort of
synagogue imaginable.
The
difference is clear: In Israel, the atmosphere is the
country—the scurrying to organise the essentials; the hustling for ingredients;
the cooking of mounds of food according to ethnic dictates and if you’re lucky,
a noisy, hungry crowd to enjoy all that with you. Then the
peaceful hush of the holiday begins. Even if you have no real
connection to Jewish practices, it’s affecting.
So
here’s the drill: Succot follows on the heels of Yom Kippur and
there are only four days in which to build a succa. Whilst many people buy them
ready-made, or haul the pieces down from their boydem—overhead storage
spaces—the succa still needs to be assembled, so the sounds of hammering and
drilling are heard all day and much past the night-time legal noise limit, which
is widely ignored.
Palm fronds, called schach, are the preferred covering for
the top of the succa and are purchased from the schach sellers who
suddenly appear on street corners. Wrestling those huge, awkward
branches back to the site of the succa is easily a job for two grown
men.
For
the Four Species, a shuk—a street market—is essential.
Endless tables display samples, each vendor hawking his wares as pure,
absolute perfection. Observant Jews roam the shuk, comparing this
etrog (citron) against that, considering the freshness of the
lulav, calculating the relative costs and wondering if they’ll ever find
a set of one fruit and three kinds of branches—willow, myrtle and palm—that will
please them. They inevitably do.
Neighbourhoods clatter with activity until the last hour before
the holiday begins. Some families construct a small succa, meant only for
themselves; other succas are gigantic—often built on the grounds of
synagogues—so that those who have the need but not the means can eat and rest as
prescribed. Electric lights (with timers) for the evening meals
are connected by endless cords to their home base outlets—and you’d best watch
your step, those cords are pernicious.
Many apartment buildings assemble one conjoined succa, each unit
belonging to a different family but attached without interior walls so that
neighbours can eat together. Meals are carried into the succa and
often shared. Tree roots and various fauna are forgiven their
intrusion and the tables, which are left in situ overnight, often provide
early morning sleeping quarters for local cats. There are no
proper doors, so the tablecloths are renewed daily.
After the banging and the building, what? As in any
new home, decoration! For days and days before the holiday begins,
schoolchildren have been creating artwork for the succa, featuring the elements
of Succot. All those kindergarten mornings, slaving away over
paper chains; all those afternoons in primary school, depicting the Four Species
and the Exodus from Egypt; producing hanging lanterns; crafting ungainly fruits
of papier mache in improbable shades along with the best of holiday
wishes scrawled on every colour of paper—those are the homey arts of
Succot. If the decorations are well made and the rain doesn’t come
to ruin them, they might feature again next year. In the ultra-religious zones,
one can buy a range of Christmas decorations, with lots of dazzle.
Succot engages the whole
family, from the crayon pushers to the kids who this year are finally tall
enough to help hang the artwork to the teenagers who wrestle with the
schach and handle the tools to the adults who are schlepping, banging and
cooking. As holidays go, Succot is a winner.
G’mar chatima tova.
cross posted Israel Thrives
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