"You've gotta fight - for your right"
"Inspired by true events."
Canora, Saskatchewan. Saturday, April, the very early 2000s.
A well worn 1982 Ford F150 XL ambled down the corduroy road. The adult driver, Jake Spitz, and his miniature-version passenger both looked ahead, lost in thought. All around, old order Mennonites were seeding the fields with spring wheat.
As Jake turned on to a long gravel driveway leading to an old Victorian farm home, the preteen, Dan, grabbed the backpack at his feet as if readying himself. Jake spoke through gritted teeth,
"No goofing off this time, got it?"
"Got it".
Jake quickly gave a glance at Dan, still looking ahead.
"I'm serious. Part of learning to be a man is learning to be responsible. If we can't leave you alone to study for a few hours without getting into any mishegas, you'll spending weekends with your baba and zaideh in Yorkton until your bar Mitzvah."
Dan turned wide eyed to his father.
"Don't give me that look. I'm serious. If you two can't study on your own, then we'll get a rabbi to study with you."
"Ok, ok, I get it, I'll be good."
"And if Ben wants to goof off?"
"Don't engage, keep reading." responded Dan mechanically.
"Good".
The truck slowed to a stop at the end of the drive, just a few yards from the verandah. The front door swung open and another man, looking much the same as Jake although slightly older, stepped out with a wave.
"Shabbat shalom!" he cried out with a smile.
"Shabbat shalom, uncled Jed" replied Dan.
"Hey how ya doin'?" replied Jake as he exited the truck. "You ready to go?"
"Sure thing" responded Jed, "I'll just get these two schmucks set up. Ben's already inside practicing. Join him at the big table and I'll get you something to eat, ok?"
"He's fine" said Jake. "Almost a man, right?"
Jed looked down at Dan as he walked toward the door and chuckled. "I suppose so. Well, Daneleh, help yourself. You know where the fridge is."
"Thanks uncle Jed!"
Jed chuckled again. "Maybe you should call me Yehuda while you're practicing Hebrew."
Dan stopped and looked up. "I dunno if you look like a Yehuda."
"What does a Yehuda look like?". Dan instinctively looked to the fields but only saw Mennonites. "Shmita" Dan said under his breath. Turning back to his uncle, he motioned curled locks with his finger on the side of his head.
Jed laughed. "And what does a Jed look like?"
Dan stopped, smiled and pointed to the Mennonites in the fields. Jed laughed again and patted Dan on the head. "Alright, behave! Study hard! And help yourself if you get hungry!"
As Dan entered the house, Jake yelled one last time, "Remember, we're going to Kehilla. It's only for a couple of hours, but we can't be called away in front of the whole community because you two schlemiels got up to something again."
Dan nodded and entered the house.
Jed walked up to Jake and they hugged.
"Alright let's head 'er out."
Jake and Jed - born Yakov and Yehuda - were headed to a meeting of the Kehilla, a sort of local council for Jewish community members which co-ordinated the activites of the local Jewish community, as well as acting as a liasion between the Jewish community and the individual municipalities that made up the local district.
It had much less formal control than the old councils from the Polish lands which it was named after, but had survived as a sort of "Town Hall" largely due to the enormous importance of communal settlement in the early years of the "New Pale".
However, this was a shmita year - and, despite the requirements not applying halakhically to farms outside Eretz Israel, the community, initially settled by devout Hasidic Jews, had long ago developed a custom of not tilling, seeding or toilling their lands every seventh year. Their was nothing, of course, in the Torah about not paying your Mennonite neighbours to till the land for you during these years, and so shmita years were notable in the region for much more active Kehillot, as underemployed agricultural Jews had lots of time for civic engagement and politicking.
Jake and Jed weren't big machers with seats on the eastern wall or anything, nor were they noticeably more educated or well off than any of their neighbours, so for them, appearance at the Kehillot had a different importance. They were both, tragically, widowers, and being a Jewish farm widower in Saskatchewan could be quite lonely at times. Jake and Jed, then, attended Kehilla primarily to be seen - and to schmooze - any eligible ladies who might be in attendance. And so it was particularly grievous that last week, when they seemed to be making some progress in this regard, that they had been called away when a neighbour had spotted Dan and Ben throwing snowballs at their horses.
"If those two geniuses pull anything today -" began Jake, before Jed cut him off.
"Oh, come on now, Jakey, were we any different at their age?"
****
Ben and Dan were sat at the kitchen table, silent, noses in their books.
"I'm bored" said Ben.
Dan laughed. "I've only been here like 2 minutes. I can still see dad's truck."
Ben put his head back into his book.
"Besides" continued Dan. "We'd better not get caught doing anything. Dad said another call from the neighbours and I have to study with the rabbi until my Bar Mitzvah."
Ben looked up "in Yorkton?"
Dan nodded, still reading.
Ben put his head back into the book again.
"Yeah, we better not go outside."
Just then, the inimitable sound of snares, cymbals and a bass drum began from the basement.
"Is that Sammy??" asked Dan.
"Yeah," said Ben, "he's been practicing hours every day."
Dan's foot started to tap along. "He's getting really good."
"Definitely" said Ben. "He's actually fun to play with now."
Dan and Ben both looked up, locking eyes.
After a moment of silence, Ben spoke first
"Wanna jam?"
Dan slammed his book shut and ran to the basement stairway, grabbing his uncle's Les Paul off the wall.
"You're playing bass!" he yelled back at Ben.
***
Driving back from Kehilla, Jake and Jed were both abuzz. The meeting had gone well. For them, anyway, who know what decisions were made. Jed had got a number for the first time in - what, thirty years? Jake had a date set up. Nothing could really bring them down at this point.
Looking over at Jed, Jake said with a smile "is that lipstick on your collar".
Jed laughed. "No, no. But she is coming over for dinner this week!"
"Right on!" said Jake. "Need me to babysit?"
"No, no, not this time. She has a son Sam's age, she's bringing him."
"Perfect! What's her name again?"
"Raiza"
Jake repeated it to himself a few times.
"When is your date with Shaya?"
"Friday night."
"I guess she's not frum"
"Good."
The truck pulled up to the house.
"Well, no phone calls this time! Amazing what we can accomplish when we're not interrupted" Jake said, thoroughly pleased with himself.
"Yes, no phone calls are certainly a good sign. I don't see them in the fields either."
As they got out of the vehicle, Jake turned to Jed.
"What's that sound?"
Jed's brow furrowed. "It sounds like - not studying"
They entered the house with purpose and headed right down the stairs.
The three boys were rocking out, playing music many levels louder and heavier than their fathers had done in the past, and the Jam session ended with a few startling yells.
"WHAT IN THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?" yelled Jake.
"Nice studying, boys, memorized the Torah already?" quipped Jed.
Jake pointed up the stairs and said sternly to Daniel.
"Truck. NOW!"
"But - "
"NOW"
"What are you even playing?" continued Jed. "You know how I feel about heavy metal."
"It's Bob Dylan!" the three cried in unison.
Jake and Jed looked at each other confused. Jake shook his head. "What??"
"Listen!"
"From the top, 1, 2, 3..."
Canora, Saskatchewan. Saturday, April, the very early 2000s.
A well worn 1982 Ford F150 XL ambled down the corduroy road. The adult driver, Jake Spitz, and his miniature-version passenger both looked ahead, lost in thought. All around, old order Mennonites were seeding the fields with spring wheat.
As Jake turned on to a long gravel driveway leading to an old Victorian farm home, the preteen, Dan, grabbed the backpack at his feet as if readying himself. Jake spoke through gritted teeth,
"No goofing off this time, got it?"
"Got it".
Jake quickly gave a glance at Dan, still looking ahead.
"I'm serious. Part of learning to be a man is learning to be responsible. If we can't leave you alone to study for a few hours without getting into any mishegas, you'll spending weekends with your baba and zaideh in Yorkton until your bar Mitzvah."
Dan turned wide eyed to his father.
"Don't give me that look. I'm serious. If you two can't study on your own, then we'll get a rabbi to study with you."
"Ok, ok, I get it, I'll be good."
"And if Ben wants to goof off?"
"Don't engage, keep reading." responded Dan mechanically.
"Good".
The truck slowed to a stop at the end of the drive, just a few yards from the verandah. The front door swung open and another man, looking much the same as Jake although slightly older, stepped out with a wave.
"Shabbat shalom!" he cried out with a smile.
"Shabbat shalom, uncled Jed" replied Dan.
"Hey how ya doin'?" replied Jake as he exited the truck. "You ready to go?"
"Sure thing" responded Jed, "I'll just get these two schmucks set up. Ben's already inside practicing. Join him at the big table and I'll get you something to eat, ok?"
"He's fine" said Jake. "Almost a man, right?"
Jed looked down at Dan as he walked toward the door and chuckled. "I suppose so. Well, Daneleh, help yourself. You know where the fridge is."
"Thanks uncle Jed!"
Jed chuckled again. "Maybe you should call me Yehuda while you're practicing Hebrew."
Dan stopped and looked up. "I dunno if you look like a Yehuda."
"What does a Yehuda look like?". Dan instinctively looked to the fields but only saw Mennonites. "Shmita" Dan said under his breath. Turning back to his uncle, he motioned curled locks with his finger on the side of his head.
Jed laughed. "And what does a Jed look like?"
Dan stopped, smiled and pointed to the Mennonites in the fields. Jed laughed again and patted Dan on the head. "Alright, behave! Study hard! And help yourself if you get hungry!"
As Dan entered the house, Jake yelled one last time, "Remember, we're going to Kehilla. It's only for a couple of hours, but we can't be called away in front of the whole community because you two schlemiels got up to something again."
Dan nodded and entered the house.
Jed walked up to Jake and they hugged.
"Alright let's head 'er out."
Jake and Jed - born Yakov and Yehuda - were headed to a meeting of the Kehilla, a sort of local council for Jewish community members which co-ordinated the activites of the local Jewish community, as well as acting as a liasion between the Jewish community and the individual municipalities that made up the local district.
It had much less formal control than the old councils from the Polish lands which it was named after, but had survived as a sort of "Town Hall" largely due to the enormous importance of communal settlement in the early years of the "New Pale".
However, this was a shmita year - and, despite the requirements not applying halakhically to farms outside Eretz Israel, the community, initially settled by devout Hasidic Jews, had long ago developed a custom of not tilling, seeding or toilling their lands every seventh year. Their was nothing, of course, in the Torah about not paying your Mennonite neighbours to till the land for you during these years, and so shmita years were notable in the region for much more active Kehillot, as underemployed agricultural Jews had lots of time for civic engagement and politicking.
Jake and Jed weren't big machers with seats on the eastern wall or anything, nor were they noticeably more educated or well off than any of their neighbours, so for them, appearance at the Kehillot had a different importance. They were both, tragically, widowers, and being a Jewish farm widower in Saskatchewan could be quite lonely at times. Jake and Jed, then, attended Kehilla primarily to be seen - and to schmooze - any eligible ladies who might be in attendance. And so it was particularly grievous that last week, when they seemed to be making some progress in this regard, that they had been called away when a neighbour had spotted Dan and Ben throwing snowballs at their horses.
"If those two geniuses pull anything today -" began Jake, before Jed cut him off.
"Oh, come on now, Jakey, were we any different at their age?"
****
Ben and Dan were sat at the kitchen table, silent, noses in their books.
"I'm bored" said Ben.
Dan laughed. "I've only been here like 2 minutes. I can still see dad's truck."
Ben put his head back into his book.
"Besides" continued Dan. "We'd better not get caught doing anything. Dad said another call from the neighbours and I have to study with the rabbi until my Bar Mitzvah."
Ben looked up "in Yorkton?"
Dan nodded, still reading.
Ben put his head back into the book again.
"Yeah, we better not go outside."
Just then, the inimitable sound of snares, cymbals and a bass drum began from the basement.
"Is that Sammy??" asked Dan.
"Yeah," said Ben, "he's been practicing hours every day."
Dan's foot started to tap along. "He's getting really good."
"Definitely" said Ben. "He's actually fun to play with now."
Dan and Ben both looked up, locking eyes.
After a moment of silence, Ben spoke first
"Wanna jam?"
Dan slammed his book shut and ran to the basement stairway, grabbing his uncle's Les Paul off the wall.
"You're playing bass!" he yelled back at Ben.
***
Driving back from Kehilla, Jake and Jed were both abuzz. The meeting had gone well. For them, anyway, who know what decisions were made. Jed had got a number for the first time in - what, thirty years? Jake had a date set up. Nothing could really bring them down at this point.
Looking over at Jed, Jake said with a smile "is that lipstick on your collar".
Jed laughed. "No, no. But she is coming over for dinner this week!"
"Right on!" said Jake. "Need me to babysit?"
"No, no, not this time. She has a son Sam's age, she's bringing him."
"Perfect! What's her name again?"
"Raiza"
Jake repeated it to himself a few times.
"When is your date with Shaya?"
"Friday night."
"I guess she's not frum"
"Good."
The truck pulled up to the house.
"Well, no phone calls this time! Amazing what we can accomplish when we're not interrupted" Jake said, thoroughly pleased with himself.
"Yes, no phone calls are certainly a good sign. I don't see them in the fields either."
As they got out of the vehicle, Jake turned to Jed.
"What's that sound?"
Jed's brow furrowed. "It sounds like - not studying"
They entered the house with purpose and headed right down the stairs.
The three boys were rocking out, playing music many levels louder and heavier than their fathers had done in the past, and the Jam session ended with a few startling yells.
"WHAT IN THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?" yelled Jake.
"Nice studying, boys, memorized the Torah already?" quipped Jed.
Jake pointed up the stairs and said sternly to Daniel.
"Truck. NOW!"
"But - "
"NOW"
"What are you even playing?" continued Jed. "You know how I feel about heavy metal."
"It's Bob Dylan!" the three cried in unison.
Jake and Jed looked at each other confused. Jake shook his head. "What??"
"Listen!"
"From the top, 1, 2, 3..."
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