It’s time for my virtual Menorah to make its annual appearance.
That’s a picture of my menorah on my kitchen table from when I lived in NJ. My father gave it to me my freshman year of college, the year I moved in with him. I asked for it for my first Chanukah with Dad, because he was a secular Jew and had none.
It’s made in Israel, and has the symbols of the Twelve Tribes of Israel underneath the candleholders (no, that isn’t the scales of Libra), and of course is supported by the Lion of Judah. For those of you who can’t read Hebrew, it says “Yerushalayem,” or “Jerusalem,” across the bottom.
I love it. Dad didn’t hit many home runs in the gift-giving department, but this menorah was one of them.
Happy Chanukah.
I like your menorah. I bought my first one this year (the story is a bit long to tell here.), and considered a similar one in a Judaica store in the Lower East Side.
I ended up with one I like quite a bit, but there were a lot of … unsatisfying ones to sift through. One salesman at a different store was pushing one made of brass in the form of a steam engine and train cars. The smoke stack was the shamash.
Everything else I liked there was “antique”. Glad I kept walking.