This weekend,
the 26th-to-28th, May 20012 we are celebrating Shavuot.
In the early years of my life I lived
in rural Israel. The way we celebrated Shavuot was getting dressed up in white,
the girls wore a floral headwear wreath and silky head
cover and each child carried with him or her a decorated basket full of fruit
of the season. The community would assemble for a country style celebration of
dance and song and at school the yard was decorated with hay-bails and the
national flags.
Until I was
about eight years old I remember the excitement of celebrating Shavuot.
Choosing the flowers for and preparing my floral
headwear-wreath was an art in
itself. Selecting and decorating my fruit basket was another fun step. The
white dress my Mom used to buy for me for especially for the holiday made me
feel like a princess for a day.
But then, for
some reasons, over the years the beautiful customs of Shavuot began to fade
away and over the years Shavuot became just another holiday with few days off
and less celebration as in the past.
Attached is a
photo of my Dad and I attending a celebration of the Festival of Bikurim,
Shavuot.
Chag
Same'ach-Happy Holiday.
Nurit
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