Holiday Honeymoon

A NEWLY MARRIED COUPLE STARTS A NEW YEAR AND A NEW LIFE.

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BY LYNNE SCHREIBER

t half-past seven in
Indianapolis, the shofar
blew loud and long. Rabbi
Shlomo Crandall called
out, in Hebrew, "Next Year in
Jerusalem!" I glanced up at the
bimah and caught the eye of my hus-
band, Avy. He smiled and winked,
exhausted from the long fast of Yom
Kippur and relieved, too, that his
High Holidays gig of being the can-

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tor at this small Orthodox shul was
complete.
My first High Holiday season as a
married woman was unlike any other
Jewish New Year I've ever experienced.
But I'm not so sure that's entirely
because I was no longer single.
Of course, I am now living with a
man I didn't even know a few years
ago and we're inviting people to our
house, building our sukkah, cooking,

ILLUSTRATION BY JULIE LANGENSIEPEN

baking, serving and cleaning, for
them and for us, and eating on fine,
new china that we both hold with
firm hands.
But it's more than that. This was
the first year I actually stood alone in
a congregation, contemplative and
ponderous about what was taking
place. It helped, no doubt, to share a
subtle, meaningful look across that
packed sanctuary. Yet this year, I was-

n't looking over to the men's side in
search of that Mr. Right, and I wasn't
thinkinc, about where I would break
the fast. I was with my new family,
where I belong
I also learned that Rosh Hashanah
and Yom Kippur are trying times,
especially for married women who
have to cook for large groups of
guests. It's enough to work full days
and cook for Shabbat, but when

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