Lighting the Way to a Better World

Hanukkah began last night at sundown.  I had no idea (a) Hanukkah existed; or (b) what Hanukkah was until Kara, Jill, and I moved to Wardlaw-Hartridge, which we did when I entered 5th grade in the fall of 1977.  It likely comes as no surprise that Hanukkah did not appear on the school calendar at either St. Paul's School in Princeton, where I attended Kindergarten, 1st grade, and 2nd grade, or Immaculate Conception School in Somerville, where I spent two fun-filled years in 3rd and 4th grades. 

One of the things I enjoyed the most out of attending W-H was the number of kids I met, including many with whom I became friends, who were Jewish and through whom I learned the meaning of Hanukkah, including but not limited to its songs.  I still find myself singing The Dreidel Song every now and again.   

If you and yours celebrate the Festival of Lights, then may your celebration last for every minute of all eight days.  2020 has felt at times like a year in which reasons to celebrate have been few and far between. One is here now.  Embrace it. Enjoy it...

...and may this world enjoy the light it - and each of us - needs right now. 

-AK