Wading through widowhood: You don't have to be Jewish
August 28, 2014 11:43
How is it that the same man who was welcomed into the country and its armed forces cannot marry my daughter?
The bureaucracy is enough to send you scuttling for Cyprus and its civil ceremony as fast as you can say ‘mazal tov.’.
When I was a little girl growing up in South Africa, I’m not even sure that there were tape decks in motor cars. We used to sing together to pass the 18-hour plus family trips through the Karoo or the Eastern Cape: All the songs from Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music and Oklahoma!. We played a lot of “I Spy.”But our all-time favorite was reciting the sketches from the ’60s classic You Don’t Have to be Jewish. We knew them all by heart – the Plotnick Diamond and the phone call to “mama is here”; the oy-so-’toisty’ man who continued to moan even after glugging his water; the doctor in the house. The title implied that you don’t have to be Jewish to crack up at a chicken soup punch line... but it probably helps.