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  The eight-day Jewish Festival of Lights began Sunday night, with today (Monday, Nov. 29) being the first day of the holiday. Over the years, stretching back more than two decades, of working for The Sun Chronicle, I’d write versions of this column to explain the holiday to those who aren’t familiar with its history and purpose. Here’s the 2021 version of my Chanukah Charlie column: This column was published in the Nov. 27-28, 2021 Weekend edition of The Sun Chronicle of Attleboro, MA (LINK to column on Sun Chronicle website: https://www.thesunchronicle.com/opinion/columns/kessler-brush-up-on-your-hanukkah-knowledge-with-chanukah-charlie/article_308bd8bb-e275-57cf-84b2-3ac347465b0b.html For the first time since 2013, when the first night of Hanukkah, the eight-day Jewish Festival of Lights, began the night before Thanksgiving, the holiday will once again start close to Turkey Day. That’s right: the first of eight candles will be lit Sunday night, with the last one to be illumina

  At times over the last couple of years, it’s seemed like a cruel joke to suggest that the country can pause one day to give thanks, and that’s still difficult to do. Let’s face it: We’re still impossibly mired in a deadly pandemic that seems like it will never end, thanks in large part to the selfish millions and millions of people who defiantly refuse to be vaccinated and who won’t wear masks or take other precautions in crowded spaces to defeat this lethal and insidious virus. We’re so fractured as a nation this Thanksgiving Day that even the hint of compromise politically brings death threats to the moderate politicians who courageously put the importance of accomplishing goals for the betterment of the nation above party. The destructive philosophies of the far left and far right --- both of whom are risking leading the nation down the road to civil war --- are not only hurting the country, but they're ignoring the moderate majority in the middle. Moderates yearn for the

My cul-de-sac in North Attleboro recently lost a giant.  Ada Louise Maslowski, who lived at the end of the street since before it was a real street (it was only a partial dirt road) in 1962, died earlier this month at the age of 97.  Louise, as everyone who knew her called her, will be sorely missed. She could be seen well into her early 90s, riding her lawnmower taking care of her grass in the spring, summer and fall, and in the winter, riding her snow blower until neighbors started clearing her driveway after snowstorms in recent years. We've been here close to 30 years, and Louise was a constant, reassuring presence on the street. When my kids were young, she would be a constant presence on Halloween, giving out candy and treats while sitting in her garage. And, up until she became ill, she was always a generous donor to the Relay For Life of Greater Attleboro for the American Cancer Society, which I've been a part of for 23 of its soon-to-be 24 years. Louise loved her famil

Kristallnacht, which means “The Night of the Broken Glass,” refers to the events of Nov. 9-10 1938, when hatred and rhetoric reached such a fever pitch in Germany and Austria that it was basically open season on all Jews. That happened in an era in Germany, right before the official start of World War II, when Germany was itching to blame its problems on a minority – never mind one that had helped build the country and kept it going. So in many ways it wasn’t too surprising that Kristallnacht happened. During the riot-like event, Jewish-owned stores, buildings and synagogues had windows smashed, many people were killed and The Final Solution to eradicate the Jewish people was launched in earnest by emboldened German and Austria civilians and paramilitary forces bent on murdering and maiming Jews. They did a pretty good “job,” too, of meeting their goals as h istorical accounts reported that during  Kristallnacht,  30,000 Jews were arrested and incarcerated in Nazi concentration camps,

  There’s no question that the older you get, the faster  time flies by. This column, which I was inspired to write during an afternoon walk on my cul-de-sac, captures that feeling. This column was published in the October 2021 edition of Jewish Rhode Island of Providence, R.I. What began as a routine afternoon walk on my cul-de-sac was soon transformed into a trip down memory lane when I saw two families picking up their youngsters from the school bus. When I passed one family’s house, I told them, “The torch has been passed,” referring to the years that I used to do the same thing when my daughters were moving through the local school system. The stroll took place just a few days before the 20 th anniversary of the Sept. 11 terror attacks, and that realization made me feel very old as I realized that my older daughter Arianna had just started kindergarten when 9/11 happened. Now she’s a fifth-grade teacher, glad to be back in person after juggling remote and hybrid schedules for

The passing of longtime Red Sox broadcaster Jerry Remy on Saturday night after a long, recurring battle with lung cancer --- he had several bouts of it until the cancer returned in August --- has spawned countless tributes from his colleagues in the booth and the fans, and that's as it should be. To watch Remy interact with his fellow broadcasters over the last 33 years was like listening to your friends or fellow fans calling the game. Remy and his sidekicks --- Sean McDonough, Don Orsillo, Dave O'Brien and, of course, the inimitable Dennis "The Eck" Eckersley -- loved the game of baseball and made every game something entertaining and fun to watch, regardless of how good or bad the Red Sox were doing on the field. Remy brought excellent analysis and so much more to his broadcasts. He brought humor, self-deprecation and relaxed conversations with his broadcast partners that were at once educational, illuminating, funny and, at times, downright hilarious. But more tha