My mother and Uncle Avram had an Orthodox upbringing — all

photographs of their father show him wearing a yarmulke, and

I was told that he woke up if it fell off

during the night. My father, too, came from an Orthodox

background.  My grandparents were very conscious of the Fourth Commandment

(“Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy”), and the

Sabbath was entirely different from the rest of the week.

No work was allowed, no driving, no use of the

telephone; it was forbidden to switch on a light or

a stove.  My mother always lit candles on Friday night.

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Paraphrases from the article “Sabbath” by Oliver Sacks.

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