Call Me Pesach
…e calling, I was working as a collector of Yiddish books, and had frequent contact with the last generation for whom the most uniquely Jewish of languages was a mother tongue. A Catholic moving through a Yiddish-speaking world, I was relieved to discover how much less theological differences seemed to matter than they once did. Visiting elderly Jews in Brooklyn, Co-op City, or the New Jersey suburbs, I was usually invited to stay a while, maybe lo…
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