A few years ago, we celebrated Channukah. We are not a Jewish family, but my first serious live-together relationship was with a man whose grandfather had been a chief Rabbi in Palestine, before the State of Israel was established. I, therefore, lived kosher for a year, and was invited to participate in three Passover Seders (I got along well with his mother, and she invited me even when he and I were no longer together). Then, a few years ago, a dear friend who was adopted at an early age and... Sign in to see full entry.