In Memory of Nelle Sicher Frisch
Friday Night of Chayyei Sarah:
There is a tradition of doing some teaching and learning on the yahrzeit of someone beloved. Earlier this week we marked the yahrzeit of Lord Rabbi Jonathan Sacks and I was so glad we participated by the Torah Study group listen to one of his d’var Torah on this week’s parsha. This week we also mark my mother’s yahrzeit, (or next week depending on which calendar and which day of death, really. So this teaching is in honor and memory of Nelle Sicher Frisch.
Perhaps this will be a controversial, but I hope fun d’var Torah. They say that Halloween isn’t a Jewish holiday—it’s Christian. So there is no place for it here. I have friends who don’t celebrate Halloween because it is Christian. I have Christian friends who don’t celebrate it because it is pagan. For my mother—it was her favorite holiday. When Sarah was young, she thought my mother was a witch, and maybe she was. She had inscrutable evidence according to a book she read (circa age 4). THe witch next door lived in a black house; Granny lived in a black house. THe witch next door had a cat. Granny had a cat. The witch next door wore black clothes. Granny wore black clothes. The witch next door love Halloween. Granny’s favorite holiday. Plus she collected kitchen witches. Ergo, Granny was a witch.
So let’s see about the interconnections.
When I was a young Jewish educator, I worked with a rabbi, Rabbi Everett Gendler, who made this night fun. Everybody would bring their Ya’akov Lanterns, carved with Jewish symbols. Light chases away darkness and makes the scary, safer, even holy. That is part of why we kindle Shabbat candles, to make this time sacred time, to separate sacred from the profane. The organist would play the opening notes of Phantom of the Opera and would cackle that witchy laugh we would only hear once a year.
Our sacred texts talk about all manner of spooky things. Goblins and Ghosts and Golems, oh my! Witches, and Dybbuks, even Satan—which is actually a Hebrew word, Satan.
Let’s look at some of those texts.
Perhaps my favorite story is about the Rabbi and the 29 Witches. It was made into a children’s story which I have told here. The Rabbi and the 29 Witches
But here is the Rashi on the Talmud text itself:
“The student went and told Shimon ben Shetach. What did Shimon do? He gathered together 80 young and studious men on a day when it was raining, and they were each given a jar with a dry cloak/tallit in it. He instructed them to keep their cloaks/tallit dry and to ensure that they were not seen by the witches until the appointed signal. He left the young men outside the cave, and approached the witches’ residence. “Who are you,” they asked. Shimon answered, “I am a magician, and I came to see your magical works.” “What magic can you do,” the witches inquired. “I can make 80 young men appear in dry cloaks, even though it is a rainy day.” “Show us!” The witches demanded. Shimon went outside and signaled to the young men to take out the cloaks and cover themselves in them, and they entered and lifted the witches off the ground (to prevent them from doing sorcery, which can only be done while on the ground) and they hung them all. (Rashi on Sanhedrin 44b)
Were they hung, like the witches of Salem? Not so sure. Or did they melt like in Marilyn Hirsch’s story. If they melted, did the screen play author of the Wizard of Oz know that? Can’t you just hear the line, “I’m melting, I’m melting!”
However, if you are still concerned but witches being Jewish, let’s go back to the Bible. While it is clear that the Bible was not so fond of sorcery or witchcraft, remember the verse, “Suffer a witch not to live.” However, despite this verse, other famous verses like” Eye for an Eye, Tooth for a Tooth,: there is no evidence that a witch was actually killed. By Talmudic times, witchcraft seemed to be more acceptable. ihink Rav Hisda’s Daughters by Maggie Anton.
However, the threat of a witch may be deterred by reciting the following curse (Pesahim 110a): “May boiling excrement in a sieve be forced into your mouth, (you) witches! May your head go bald and carry off your crumbs; your spices be scattered, and the wind carry off the new saffron in your hands, witches!”
Seven loops of knots (tied to the left side of the body) are also a good defense against illness caused by witchcraft (Shabbat 66b)
Is witchcraft then just magic? When we look at the Salem Witch Trials maybe. The Witch Trials are complicated. They seem to be about land ownership, the haves and the have nots, some fear of the other and some hysteria—in the truest form—all mixed in to create a catastrophe. (I had a whole semester on the Witch Trials so I could go on and on but I won’t. However I have a full book shelf of real, hard copy books if anyone is interested)
My professor, Dr. Rabbi Jill Hammer said this in a recent article picked up by AP News about Jewwitches:
“Often the way that it’s structured is, if you’re part of the hierarchy … it’s called ritual, it’s called prayer, it’s called ceremony. And if you are doing something outside of the hierarchy, that’s often called magic or sorcery or witchcraft,” Hammer explained. She continued, “Witchcraft is often associated with marginalized people, particularly women,” she said. “There’s a whole body of women’s ritual that tends to be called witchcraft simply because it is women’s ritual.”
But what about these other things: Golems and Ghosts and Dybbuks, Oh my.
Sh! Be very quiet. Do you hear anything? Does anyone think this building is haunted. I don’t, but many people do. Sometimes I get up from my desk when I think I hear someone. Thus far it has only been the heat! Has anyone else encountered the Ghost of 330 Division Street?
Now a more formal answer:
“The Torah’s most well-known ghost story is that of Shaul HaMelech (King Saul) who, with the help of a witch, summoned the recently-deceased Shmuel HaNavi (Prophet Samuel) for help in defeating the Philistines, even though this was prohibited (I Samuel 28). Rabbi Shmuel Ben Chofni Gaon (d. 1034) explains that there was no ghost. Rather, the witch fooled Shaul into believing that she was conjuring the spirit of the deceased prophet. In contrast, Rabbi Sa’adia Gaon (d. 942) and Rabbi Hai Gaon (d. 1038) suggest that while normally the deceased do not appear in this world, Shaul experienced a unique miracle. All three agree that, absent a miracle, the dead remain among their fellow deceased, not roaming among the living as ghosts. Others, more mystically inclined, take this story as an example of interactions between the dead and the living, forbidden to us but technically possible. To them, ghosts can be real but we must avoid calling them.” https://www.ou.org/life/inspiration/jewish-view-ghosts/
This is all tied up with our views of the afterlife. Come back tomorrow for more on that.
What about Golems. We know about the Golem of Prague. But it goes back much earlier:
Let’s put it in a context. According to the midrash on Genesis, these other creatures exist because of Shabbat:
“And God said: Let the earth bring forth the life (nefesh) of living creatures of all types, cattle, creeping things, and wild beasts of all types. And it was so. And God made wild beasts of all types, cattle of all types, and creeping things of all types…” (Genesis 1:24-25) …R. Hama bar Hoshaya said: Souls are spoken of 4 times, but when they are created, it says, “made wild beasts of all types, cattle of all types, and creeping things of all types.” Why 3 here and 4 there? Rabbi says: These are the demons. God created their souls, but when He came to create their bodies, He sanctified Shabbat and did not create them.
So out of that dust, the earth itself that G-d made man, we learn that some rabbis also tried to make man. Perhaps like Frankenstein or the Golem of Prague. But this is from the Talmud>
Indeed, Rava created a man, a golem, using forces of sanctity. Rava sent his creation before Rabbi Zeira. Rabbi Zeira would speak to him but he would not reply. Rabbi Zeira said to him: You were created by one of the members of the group, one of the Sages. Return to your dust.
One last text for tonight. This one is about demons.
The Gemara returns to discussing the heavenly beings. The Sages taught: Six statements were said with regard to demons: In three ways they are like ministering angels, (note, those very ones we sing about in Shalom Aleichem. Those are the malachei hashareit) and in three ways they are like humans. In three ways they are like ministering angels: They have wings like ministering angels; and they fly from one end of the world to the other like ministering angels; and they know what will be in the future like ministering angels. The Gemara is puzzled by this last statement: Should it enter your mind that they know this? Not even the angels are privy to the future. Rather, they hear from behind the curtain when God reveals something of the future, like ministering angels. And in three ways they are similar to humans: They eat and drink like humans; they multiply like humans; and they die like humans.
And a last, funny story about my mom and me. When I was little and lived in New York City, we would take the Fifth Avenue bus. One day, when I was about 3, an older Jewish woman tried to sit next to me. I told her not to, because Dybbuk was sitting there. My mother thought I had said Debbie. Well, no one was visible and I repeated myself. The woman ran off the bus at the next stop. I had terrified her.
But wait there’s more—and tonight is only a taste. Tomorrow we will explore some of the mourning customs since we are reading about the deaths of Abraham and Sarah and Ishmael. And we will look at how this connects, or doesn’t with the Day of the Dead.
Saturday morning of Chayyeii Sarah:
The years of the life of Sarah were 100 and 20 and 7 and Sarah died.
- Death one: Sarah died in Kiriath-arba—now Hebron—in the land of Canaan; and Abraham proceeded to mourn for Sarah and to bewail her.
- Death Two: And Abraham breathed his last, dying at a good ripe age, old and contented; and he was gathered to his kin. His sons Isaac and Ishmael buried him in the cave of Machpelah, in the field of Ephron son of Zohar the Hittite, facing Mamre, the field that Abraham had bought from the Hittites; there Abraham was buried, and Sarah his wife. After the death of Abraham, God blessed his son Isaac. And Isaac settled near Beer-lahai-roi.
- Death Three: These were the years of the life of Ishmael: one hundred and thirty-seven years; then he breathed his last and died, and was gathered to his kin.—
This portion seems perfect for this weekend, where many are celebrating Halloween. Halloween, All Hallow’s Eve, the day before All Souls Day or the Day of the Dead, in Spanish, dia de los Muertos
We started this conversation last night. While Halloween isn’t a Jewish holiday per se, we learn lots about our own mourning customs right here.
Sarah died. The rabbis teach us that there are no extra words in Torah so why the repetition of “and” and “years.” What about Sarah’s life was special? It reminds me of the poem the dash. https://thedashpoem.com/ The most important part of a gravestone is the dash between the date of birth and the date of death. It is what you do with your life. The rabbis teach us that Sarah who is considered one of the 7 women prophetesses was without sin at 100 like a 20 year old and as beautiful at 7 as at 20. Or, because it is Judaism perhaps it is the other way around. As beautiful at 20 as 7 and as sin-free at 100 as 20. I prefer the second version but most put it the first way.
The tradition tells us that Abraham eulogized her—with the words of Eishet Chayil, A Woman of Valor in Proverbs. And since we can rad texts backwards and forwards we are not going to have the debate of how Abrahm knew the words penned years later. Or maybe Solomon looked at Sarah’s life as the model. My mother never liked this reading. For her it is not feminist enough. The full version might be. There are new modern versions. In any case, while we read this today at lots of women’s funerals, we most certainly did not at my mother’s.
Abraham wailed and mourned. He bought a burial cave and wouldn’t accept it as a gift. (In the modern world, some have argued that this very text establishes the right of Israel to have Hebron, because the text tells us we bought it—but that is a sermon for another year.)
And he gets up from his mourning. He sends Eliezer to find a wife for Isaac. He himself takes another wife and we assume that life goes on.
Then, Abraham dies. And is gathered to his kin. And Isaac and Ishmael come to bury him—in the Cave of Machpeleh where Abraham buried Sarah. Together. Neither Isaac nor Ishmael were living near Abraham. It seems they were estranged from Abraham. Abraham died alone. Not with Isaac, not with Ishmael and seemingly not with that new wife and kids. I think it is fair to say that Abraham was not a perfect parent. Sending Hagar and Ishmael out into the wilderness to almost certain death and then believing that G-d wanted to sacrifice Isaac on that mountain. The stories wind up OK…but imagine the conversation between Isaac and Ishmael this day:
Isaac—Well, we are here. Back together again after all those years. How are you? What have you been doing. Once I looked up to you, but my mother made me afraid of you. I just wanted to play with my big brother.
Ishmael—We are here. How are you? What have you been doing? Why are you living in Beer lechai Roi? That’s where my mother met G-d. That’s where an angel of G-d, your G-d told my mother to go back to the harsh treatment of your mother. Why would G-d do that?
Isaac—I don’t understand our father. I still don’t understand him. I don’t understand this G-d. Why would G-d want our father to take me to that mountain? Why would our father listen to my mother and send you out into the wilderness. I was angry, sad, confused. Maybe, I was depressed. I couldn’t see very well. They said it made me go blind. I left after we came down the mountain and went to try find your mother. Maybe she would bring me comfort. Or maybe I would have my own experience of G-d. Then Eliezer picked out a wife for me, even though I was a loner. I liked wandering in the fields trying to figure out how this had happened to me. I married Rebecca and I loved her and took her to my mother’s Sarah’s tent and was comforted after her death.
Ishmael—What do we do now?
Isaac—I don’t know. I guess we bury him. Then I think I’m going back to Beer lechai roi. Where are you going? Do you want to come with me. Then we could still be together.
Ishmael—I don’t know. I’ll figure it out. Some day. Maybe. Thanks for the offer.
They part and go their separate ways.
And after a brief interlude that gives us Ishmael’s family tree, Ishmael dies. And is gathered to his kin.
Some people this weekend will be celebrating the Day of the Dead. One year for Selichot we watched Coco and compared it with Yahrzeit and Yizkor. It is the Disney version of Dia de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead. . Perhaps that is cultural apropriation. In Elgin, which is 47% Hispanic, we need to understand the Latino approach to mourning and afterlife. Dia de los Muertos is one way of how to keep the memory alive, through photos and stories and candles, and a bridge to the other side paved with marigold blossoms. If the memory is forgotten the person who has died is gone forever. Sound familiar?
So, what do we learn from all of this? What you do with your lives matters. Make every day count. Remember the dash and the years of the life of Sarah. We bury our dead and comfort our bereaved. We do it together—even when that is hard. We remember our dead and eulogize them and then at least every year we come back together to remember. We might say Kaddish four times a year as part of Yizkor. We might light a yarhzeit candle. We might remember through story telling. Or givng a D’var Torah like this. Remember also that the rabbis of the Talmud teach that we should repent one day before our death, but then they ask how will know the day of our death. The answer, we should repent every day. That way you wont’ be like Abraham and die alone.