Relive the Day!
I’m Jewish. I’m about as genetically Jewish as you can get. All eight great-grandparents came over from the old country (Bess-Arabia) and landed on New York’s Lower East Side. Fiddler on the Roof is my family’s history, except that was 1905 and we were 1885. I did that genetic test thing and except for a stray 1% Asian (I expect delivered by a member of the ancient Mongol hoards), I’m 99% Jewish.
(I need to make a distinction here, though I typically use the words interchangeably. When I did finally travel to Israel years later during a solo bicycle trip around the world, I was told that Jewish was the religion and Hebrew were the people. So, I am Hebrew without being Jewish. Which I guess, after four generations and a hundred and thirty years makes me pretty typically Am
