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267 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1954
Why Providence Street needed two synagogues I never knew. Not long ago I heard a story which, for the first time, made me understand why. It concerned a deeply religious man who was wrecked on an island off Tierra del Fuego. For eighteen years he lived alone on this island. Every morning he went to the shore and waved a white cloth in the hope of rescue. One morning he actually did signal a ship. The captain came ashore and the castaway showed him around the island. At one end was a quite substantial wooden building with a turret. 'That,' said the proud islander, 'is the synagogue. I built it with my own hands!' They continued the tour. At the other end of the island, some miles away, the sightseeing captain saw another building, a replica of the first. 'I built that too,' said the castaway. 'What on earth is it?' asked the captain. 'That,' said the pious craftsman loftily, 'is the synagogue I don't go to!' We -- the congregation of the Providence Street Synagogue -- had the distinction of not going to the Balbirishocker Schul; the congregation of the latter could pride themselves on not going to ours. I suppose it gave each of the two factions a feeling of exclusiveness and privacy in their approach to God. Variety in worship adds, I suppose, to the colour of life and is harmless if kept this side of slaughter; on Providence Street it usually was.