Grandfather's Bicycles
My grandfather lived in a typical suburban settlement just outside of Town. Only the main roads were paved, and few cars frequented those roads. Dirt roads were more common, and each of them was surrounded with colorful flowers in the summer, and oak leaves in the autumn and the winter. He worked, like most people in the suburbs did, in town. And like many others living in surrounding suburbs, he owned a shop. His sold bicycles.
He would ride out, every morning, over the mountainous terrain, through valley roads, and then through the more congested city streets to get to work. Bicycles were his passion, and he owned a fair few of them. Maybe three. Possibly four.
On his way home from work, Grandfather would stop every afternoon to say prayers in the synagogue. He was by no means a religious Jew, but he felt a sense of responsibility to the small community, and he would go pray together with them, ensuring that they had the ten men necessary for the prayer service to take place. In his cycling gear, he would enter the synagogue, and pray, parking his bicycle in the synagogue's foyer.
The Rabbi of the synagogue had several children. One of them, at that time a small boy of eleven or possibly twelve years, was fascinated by the different bicycles that Grandfather would arrive on. Daniel would question him about the frames, gears and chain sets of the bicycles. It was the same for every bicycle that Grandfather brought.
Time passed, and Daniel grew older. It was the week of his Bar-Mitzvah. His thirteenth birthday and the time of his life when Judaism would regard him as an adult. As usual, my grandfather came to prayers in his cycling gear. And as usual, after the prayer service, Daniel went outside to see what bicycle my grandfather had arrived at the synagogue on.
Lo and behold, the bicycle was one he had never seen before. My grandfather watched as he admired it.
“Do you like it?” grandfather asked suddenly.
“It's beautiful,” Daniel said.
“Well, it's yours.”
Years went by. Daniel grew up, and left his father, and his mother who, after being involved in a car crash, had suffered a paralysis. He flew from the Southernmost tip of Africa to the United States of America. It was in the United States of America that Daniel found his wife. He arranged for his mother to come to the United States to witness her son's wedding.
Despite her paralysis, Daniel's mother agreed to speak at the wedding:
“Daniel, this is the happiest I've seen you since that day, ten years ago...” She then proceeded to tell the story of Grandfather's bicycles.
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