by Paula and Joel Handler
Stepping into our new temple building for the first time was very much like entering an alien world. “Sameness” gives us comfort. Through the thirty odd years we have been members at TBS, the music has changed. The rabbis have changed. The people have changed. And when I entered TBS one afternoon this summer, the entire building seemed foreign. I had come to pick up our bronze plaques from the old sanctuary, because, that too had changed. Jill took time out from her many duties to give me a hug and show me the location of the Memory Wall, which is lovingly placed looking out on the meditation garden. The wooden railing below our family names harbors a place for a stone when you visit. With a little imagination you see a river of loved ones and a chance to leave a stone on the beach (wooden tray) when you visit with them. There is peace and warmth, a calmness that envelopes you there.
Returning home, I chose to tackle (and hopefully discard) some old boxes. In one, was this 24 year old note my dad had written on his return to Pittsburgh. It was after our twins B’nai Mitzvah at TBS.
Thank you Rabbi Cohen and Cantor David and all the board members for providing a layer of that nurturing and guidance and perpetuating the growth cycles of our congregation.