The AGM was held. There were more posts than nominees; more posts than members.
When I first began this blog I had a feeling that this would happen. Not exactly how, but that within a dozen years, the Shul would go from that point of possible to collapse.
Maybe it was because only one person actually welcomed me., not the ‘Rabbi’, Ratty, nor the ‘elite’; Actress, Old Dog, Buddah, and of course, Pharoah.
But I wasn’t there to make friends or become part, I was there to say Kaddash for my father.
I first sat in the area reserved for the ‘martyrs’ and Pharoah, then moved across the aisle. On my fourth visit, to the virtually empty pews on the South West.
That became my space. The place where I created my ‘bubble’ where I could lock myself into prayer without reference to anyone else; blocking the ice storms that were directed at me.
Over time I did make friends so the social aspect of attendance was added.
Then Pharoah hired Crazy Guy as Rabbi; and it all began to spiral down.
Oh he’s lied about it, as if it was the ‘Board’ (which he controlled), who appointed C.G. but his rabid defense proved his involvement.
And members began to leave.
Shorty married and migrated, others just left. Some died.
By the time C.G. had left, the shul was virtually name only.
Attempts were made to get people to return, and there were new faces, but the damage was done.
So today, there are more posts than members to fill them.