This is My Story each chapter is a shortened symptoms of the full story which I will tell If it ever makes into book form. Enjoy Maurice
Chapter 1. Being a Jew versus being a Catholic. A light hearted point of view.
Chapter 2. Drummer Boy.
Chapter 3: Wine, Women and Song
Chapter 4. It all kicks of at Club Elizabeth.
Chapter 5: Nice Maurice and all that jazz......
Chapter 6: It’s all over now.....Or is it?
Chapter 7: The Next big thing and death in my family.....
Chapter 8: What the hell is Innocent Misrepresentation?
Chapter 9: A new life, new home, criminals and drugs.
Chapter 10: Back in Dublin’s High Court AGAIN!
Chapter 11: First stop Cuba and then Mandy Smith .(part 1 and part 2)
Chapter 12: It's all over now with Mandy Smith and Dame Shirley Bassey goes wild!
MY STORY: PART 1:
Being a Jew versus being a Catholic. A light hearted point of view.
I wasn’t a big fan of the Passover, it’s fair to say, although my parents were far from strictly observant , they did stick stringently to the rules of the festival . Passover (Pesach in Hebrew) is one of the most important festivals in the Jewish year. At this time Jewish people remember how the children of Israel left slavery behind them when they were led out of Egypt by Moses over 3000 years ago. The celebrations last for seven or eight days, depending on where you live.
On the evening before the Passover begins, a special dinner was held called a Seder ('Order') with family and friends in the home. It was a great fun time for us kids but the one big drawback was that the Passover normally fell at the same time as Easter and I was always devastated as my Catholic friends got stuck into their giant Easter eggs, which I didn’t receive as there was no such thing as a ‘strictly for Pesach’ Easter egg and hot cross buns were strictly OUT!!!!
My late father was a doctor and on the weekends I would go with him as he made his house calls. He worked a very large working class practice and I would imagine that 90% of his patience were Catholic, I loved the smell of frying bacon wafting out of some of his patience kitchens , but was never allowed to taste it (strict Jewish dietary law) In fact the first time I tasted bacon I was in my early 20’s!
The Jewish Sabbath came in every Friday and again I adored Friday evenings as we celebrated the Sabbath meal at my darling grandparents. My grandma was the most wonderful human being I had ever known and I adored her. One of the blessings for Jews were to invite visitors to join the family to partake in the Friday evening meal, my over generous adorable grandma almost always invited out of town visitors to join the family meal many of them non Jews, although the visitors were delighted to be invited they must have been rather confused by the Hebrew prays and all the male member wearing skull caps (yarmulkes ).
I was brought up in quite a liberal Jewish home my parents had a very mixed lot of friends and It was instilled into me that integration was important. I went to a Protestant boarding school and to be honest in all my years in Ireland I never came across Anti Semitism except as a kid my then best friend Frankie Benet accused me of killing Jesus!!! I ended up crying and swearing I didn’t even know him so how could I have killed him?
So there you have it is being a Jew Better than being a Catholic. I don’t know I’ve never been a Catholic.