28 Aug Coincidences Are Sometimes Coincidences
My second theatrical season is over. The number of plays, compared to the first one in Providence RI last year doubled. The number of butterflies in my stomach is not calculated as easily but double does not come close. I shouldn’t call it my season. If not for the talent and insight of my creative partner Kevin Olson and many a happy coincidence nothing would have happened.
Is it a coincidence that we scheduled the opening on a day 42 years (forty-one year and eleven months but let’s not split hairs) since we arrived in Chicago? Or that HIAS and the Jewish Federation came to the opening?
HIAS was the only entry in our address book 42 years ago. We had first heard that word from the Voice of America and thought in the beginning that it was a person’s name, maybe a variation of Haim, that meant, appropriately, life.
The Jewish Federation was represented at the opening by the Russian Jewish Division – a long way from the 500-strong Chicago immigrant community that we joined on September 15, 1976.
Is it a coincidence that my granddaughter deserved a grant to create a film to say that remembering her roots made her unique? Not in these exact words but let’s not split hairs.
Is it a coincidence that this particular cast and crew, every one of them a stroke of mazel, decided to help bring my family story to life?
Or that Hannah Antman who played me and I looked identical when we were four years old? Half-century lie between the pictures but let’s not split hairs.
Food For Memory
So many things came together for us. Sponsors; donors big and small; the weather; the parking spots; the families that filled the theater, many of them with children and grandchildren in tow, just as I had envisioned. These grandchildren may think the old-folk stories irrelevant but as my grandmother said, “If I know nothing when I’m old then you’ll know nothing when you’re old.”
The play titles that Kevin authored are questions: And Then What? How Many Bushels Am I Worth? The questions are for you to ponder. The answers will or will not come but keep asking and remember that The Apple Does Not Fall From the Tree, Ever.
Thank you all for the coincidences!