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Happy New Year Mrs. Levine!

September 29, 2008
posted by Andy | View Comments

rosh_hashanah.gifMy last name is Levine and my Father is Jewish.  My mom is Irish Catholic and my twin brother and I were raised Catholic.  We attended Catholic school from 3rd grade through high school answering to “Lev-I-ne” phonetically.  Besides benefiting from always having school holidays, we had the privilege of experiencing both religions growing up.

Fast forward to the fall of 2000 where I have recently married a Christian woman and she is running errands on a September afternoon.  She comes home and asks me, “Why is everyone wishing me a Happy New Year today?”  I scratched my head for a second and then remembered that it was Rosh Hashana.  We had a good laugh!

Now here I am in the throws of the music and travel industries with a last name like a lot of people in this business.  Sometimes I can explain the entire story and sometimes I just say Happy New Year because after all, its fun to say.

So Happy New Year!

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  • Willow

    L’Shannah Tovah!

    (one of like three phrases I can consistently remember how to say)

  • http://www.carnival.com Cherie

    La Shanna Tova!!! From a Christian who married a Jewish man. I think that the Jewish faith has many lovely traditions and a lot of opportunities for families to get together and share the traditions of the religion — like no leavened wheat products over passover. Sharing the reading of the passover story; eating strange things like a pudding made of noodles (kugel) or spicy apples with raisins and nuts (haroses). And chicken soup with a big dough ball in it (matzoh). And NOT eating things like gefite fish and some of the other traditional foods. Since it is only my husband and me at home this Rosh Hashanah, I cooked a small brisket (like beef pot roast) for about four hours on Sunday and we ate it last night. Unfortunately for my husband I forgot to go buy the freshly made matzoh ball soup.

    I agree that being part of a multi-cultural family brings understanding and appreciation of the myriad variations in the human race and helps us to understand each other better.

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