Ritual Tattoos: Keeping History Alive
How do we remember and honor those lives? How do those of us without a number to tattoo, or those of us disagree with tattooing continue to remember?
Since becoming a MOT Emily strives and struggles to merge academics with real life to end up with authentic observances. Most of her time is spent working towards her Nursing degree, blogging at david-and-emily.com, and being Army Strong. She is blessed to be married to her beshert, who (grudgingly) agreed to naming their rescued Boxer Gracie Lou Freebush.
How do we remember and honor those lives? How do those of us without a number to tattoo, or those of us disagree with tattooing continue to remember?
I don’t remember how long the kitchen clean up took but I remember how tasty the pasta and challah was. To have a spouse who goes all out and makes such tasty dinners, that is the big deal.
I’d be “that soldier” and sleep in my PTs during bootcamp. I only brought one pair of civilian clothes for the drive home, and no laptop. I was just going to play Army for 120 hours.
I picked up can after can of refried beans looking for that magic little symbol. Star K, OU, CRC – whatever, I’m not picky about hechshers. I just want one.
It’s started. The list making. The box lugging. The organizational nightmare. The stuff. Some of the stuff we have is necessary. Like our six sets of kosher dishes.
“I’ve never seen a Jew before.” His eyes searched my head. I could feel heat in my face, I knew damn well he was looking for horns.
When I started dating Husband, I realized how big and dark my tattoo is and also, how very un-Jewish.