hey, I know that rag!
I recently worked my monthly community service in our community
- a Shabbat afternoon in the dining room. Those approximately four
hours consist of arranging the dining room from the previous evening,
putting out the food for the meal, serving what isn't self-service,
and cleaning up afterwards. It's not very exhausting work, and a
couple of our kids are at the age where they're happy to help out.
I can't complain.
It was while doing this work that I went into the kitchen to get
a couple of rags. And one of those rags rang a very clear bell -
I knew well the cloth (actually, a towel) it was cut from. It was
probably only a couple of years ago that I parted with it, and then
someone else, unaware of (or oblivious to) its
historic significance, tore it up into smaller rags and gave
it to the kitchen.
And though my renewed meeting with this towel wasn't exactly a coincidence,
it still provided me with an opportunity to recall how it had become
mine, and to reflect on my small corner of history.
And of course history can also be found on our shelves and in