I heard a knock on the door. …and incredibly, my General, George Washington is standing in the doorway.
It is Hanukah in the year of 1776. The winter is hard and the cold is fearsome. We are starving for bread. We have no clothes to warm our bodies and no shoes for our feet.
At these moments, I am reminded of my father in Poland. I recall how much he suffered at the hands of the cruel Baron. I remember I was but a youngster and saw my father dance before the Baron. How terrible was the sight. My father was made to dress up in the skin of a white bear and he danced for the sport of the Baron and his guests. How great are my pain and shame. Father dances as a bear and the Baron jests and revels. I affirm in my heart that I will never be so humiliated myself. At my first opportunity, I set sail to America.
It is now the first night of Hanukah. This very night, two years ago, I fled from my father’s home in Poland. My father gave me a Hanukah menorah and said, “When you will light, my son, these candles for Hanukah, they will illuminate the path for you.” From that day on, my menorah was as an amulet. Wherever I go, I take it with me.
Suddenly, I feel a soft, tender hand upon my head. I lift my eyes and behold it is him, in all his majesty, General George Washington standing upon me. He asks me, “Why soldier do you cry? Is it then so very cold?”
I forgot at that moment that I am a soldier in the presence of my superior, and spoke before him as a child to a parent. “My master the General,” I said. “I cry and pray for your victory. I am certain with the help of God, we shall prevail. Today, the enemy is strong; tomorrow they will surely fall, for justice is with us. We seek to be free in this land; we desire to build a country for all who flee from oppression and suffer abroad. The Barons will not rule here. The enemy will falter and you will succeed.”
The General shook my hand. “Thank you, soldier,” he said and sat at my side next to the menorah. “What is this?” asked the General. I told him I brought it from my parent’s home. Jews the world-over light this menorah to celebrate the great miracle of Hanukah and the miraculous salvation of the Jews.
The light of the Hanukah menorah danced in the eyes of General Washington as he called forth in joy: “You are a Jew from the children of prophets and you declared that we shall prevail.”
“Yes my master,” I answered with confidence. “We will be victorious as the Maccabees of old, for our own sake and the sake of all who follow us to build a new land and a new life.”
The General got up; his face was ablaze. He shook my hand and disappeared into the darkness. My faith was rewarded, victory was achieved, and peace reigned in the land. My General became the leader of our new country, and I became one of its citizens.
I quickly forgot those frightful days and nights at Valley Forge. However, that first night of Hanukah, with General Washington, I carried in my heart always as a precious dream.
The first night of Hanukah the following year of 1777, I was sitting in my house in New York on Broome Street, with the Hanukah light in my window. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door, and incredibly, my General, George Washington is standing in the doorway. “Behold, the wondrous flame, the flame of hope of all Jewry,” he called forth in joy as he gazed upon its light.
The General placed his hand upon my shoulder and said: “This light and your beautiful words lit a flame in my heart that night. Surely, you and your comrades will receive due recognition for all of your valor at Valley Forge. But this night, accept from me, this medallion.”
He hung the medallion of gold upon my chest and shook my hand. Tears came to my eyes; I couldn’t say a word. The General shook my hand once again and left the house.
I stirred as if coming from a beautiful dream. I then looked upon my medallion and saw a beautiful engraving of a Hanukah menorah with the first candle lit. Below was written, “As an expression of gratitude for the candle of your menorah.”
This medallion is part of the permanent collection in the Jewish Museum in New York.
Shabbat shalom and Hag Hanukah sameach!
Source: Ulpan Or Jerusalem
David B. Katz said:
That was just beautiful. thank you!
Allan Marks said:
In 1790, new President George Washington visited Newport, Rhode Island along with Secretary of State Thomas Jefferson and other federal leaders. Rhode Island had recently (and somewhat belatedly) ratified the US Constitution. Jews there were not allowed to vote, and the various states were at the time still debating ratification of the first Constitutional amendments guaranteeing basic rights (including what would become the First Amendment right of religious liberty). In thanks for his welcome from the Hebrew Congregation of Newport, Washington responded by penning “the first presidential declaration of the free and equal status of Jewish-American citizens”. He wrote:
“The Citizens of the United States of America have a right to applaud themselves for giving to Mankind examples of an enlarged and liberal policy: a policy worthy of imitation. All possess alike liberty of conscience and immunities of citizenship. It is now no more that toleration is spoken of, as if it was by the indulgence of one class of people that another enjoyed the exercise of their inherent natural rights. For happily the Government of the United States, which gives to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance, requires only that they who live under its protection, should demean themselves as good citizens.
“May the Children of the Stock of Abraham, who dwell in this land, continue to merit and enjoy the good will of the other Inhabitants; while every one shall sit under his own vine and fig tree, and there shall be none to make him afraid.”
Anne Brener said:
wow! thanks for your sweet words tonight, John. I hope you enjoy the article.
On Fri, Dec 23, 2016 at 5:56 AM, Rabbi John Rosove’s Blog wrote:
> rabbijohnrosove posted: “I heard a knock on the door. …and incredibly, > my General, George Washington is standing in the doorway. It is Hanukah in > the year of 1776. The winter is hard and the cold is fearsome. We are > starving for bread. We have no clothes to warm our bodies and” >
Rabbi Martin Weiner said:
Loved this story…I seem to remember a “related story” from my youth. It was published
in World Over—a great Jewish magazine for kids.
Karen joins me in wishing you and Barbara and your dear ones a Happy Hanukkah and a New Year filled with health, happiness, and blessing.