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12/16/2014 02:13 pm ET Updated Feb 15, 2015

Potato Pancakes, Family Tradition and Mindfulness in Everyday Life

Candles lit on the dining room table, chatter of grownups talking, peals of laughter echoing through the house, the delicious scent of potato pancakes frying in the kitchen where my mother and grandmother stand over the hot stove.

I remember being 7 years old, wearing a party dress with wool tights and shiny black Mary Jane's. It is Hanukkah, the Jewish festival of lights. Everything feels special, and it seems all is right in the world. Like a mother smoothing a baby's blanket, peace settles over our home. These are memorable holiday moments for a young child. It is through such experiences that we learn who we are, based on innocent discoveries of where we came from. As the little girl at those gathering, I closely observed my aunts and uncles, my grandparents, and my own parents, and felt, albeit unconsciously, a profound connection to relatives who came before me and the link to their ancestors: my mother's mother, my father's father and those who came before him.

Understanding that I do not live in a vacuum, that this period of time right now is connected to all other periods of time -- those that preceded me and those that will come after -- I become part of something larger than myself, part of the eternal mystery, taking my place in the ever-growing fabric of life itself. And it is during the holidays that our unique cultural traditions have the greatest potential to help in this process of self-definition, well being, and cultivating an all-important sense of belonging and clear perspective of our place in the world.

Fiddler on the Roof is the story of a Russian family forced to flee its homeland. In the song "Tradition," Tevye, the wise father, says that without our traditions, the community of mankind would lose its grounding. "Because of our traditions," Tevye sings, "we've kept our balance for many, many years ... and because of our traditions, every one of us knows who he is and what God expects him to do." Our traditions act as a compass for all of our human relationships and personal interactions, the qualitative experiences of our family life, and ultimately, the development of civilized societies themselves. As we honor all traditions, so we learn to honor ourselves, and in the final analysis, each other.

What makes something a tradition is that it is handed down from one generation to the next, creating a living, dynamic flow of rhythm and predictability -- like young children in the family kitchen watching their mother and grandmother cook, discerning how to take their place within the arc of a meaningful legacy. It is critical for children to be a part of family traditions. It connects them to that greater whole and leads to heightened empathy, a more fulfilling happiness and the development of engaged citizenship. In the same way that composer Leonard Bernstein described the composition of music as "... one note that follows another with complete inevitability ... something is right in the world ... something we can trust that will never let us down," we count on traditions, like a melody, for that same dependable and predictable outcome. While filmmaker Woody Allen points out in Deconstructing Harry, that tradition gives us only "the illusion of permanence," predictability nonetheless gives us comfort in an otherwise shaky, unknowable world.

Marriage, Sunday football, Halloween, religious holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, and graduations -- there is little that is not tradition when it comes right down to it. Yet, while we hold old traditions dear, it can be dangerous and downright dogmatic to eschew new ways of looking at things in the name of grasping after traditions that have become outdated. We must be all the while open to the creation of new ones. As author and lecturer Ardis Whitman wrote, "We must cherish our yesterdays, but never carry them as a burden into the future. Each generation must take nourishment from the other and give knowledge to the one that comes after."

We need our traditions and they are emotionally, mentally, and spiritually healthy for us. Part of the responsibility of getting the chance to live at all -- should we choose to look at it that way -- is to be able to be a part of the transmission of our particular family and ethnic customs. In so doing, we honor past generations by passing on their rites and rituals to the next generation. In this way, our family lineages stay stable and strong. Since ceremonies and traditions outlive us, they make us feel part of that larger sense of things as we pass them down to our own children, and theirs. This is how we actually realize our immortality -- not in living forever, but in being part of ongoing living traditions. And without them, perhaps Tevye is right. "Without our traditions," he says in this famous Broadway lyric, "our lives would be as shaky as ... a fiddler on the roof."

I am 17 years old and visiting my grandmother in her Miami Beach apartment. The sun is setting on a clear December night, and we are sitting in her kitchen grating potatoes and talking about her life back in Russia, before she escaped the same life the character Tevye lived, and made her way to America. My grandmother's hair is grey and pulled back in a tight bun. She wears a flowered apron with big front pockets. I am a freckle-faced college student in cutoff jeans. Mindfully, I watch her take eggs, matzo meal, potato gratings and seasoning and form the mixture into potato latkes as we talk about her parents, fleeing the Cossacks and the Bolsheviks, the faraway times of her youth. Oil sizzles on the hot stove behind us. Aware of my role in the arc of experience, I watch my grandmother carefully prepare the Hanukkah treat, and learn.

Nana Rose's Potato Pancakes (Latkes)

Ingredients
4 large potatoes
1/2 small Vidalia onion
1 egg, beaten
1 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons matzo meal or all-purpose flour
ground black pepper to taste
Canola oil for frying

Directions
Grate potatoes and onion into a large bowl. Drain off excess liquid. Soak up extra liquid by taking layers of paper towel and pressing down on potato gratings. Throw out paper towel.

Mix egg, salt, and black pepper into grated potatoes and onion. Add 2 to 4 tablespoons of matzo meal or flour to make mixture thick. Heat oven to 200 degrees F (95 degrees C).

In the bottom of a heavy skillet or frying pan, heat 1/4 inch oil over medium high heat. Place two or three 1/4 cup spoonfuls of potato mixture into the hot oil, and flatten to make 1/2 inch thick pancakes. Fry until golden brown, turning once. Drain on paper grocery bags. Salt to taste. Repeat until all potato mixture is used. Keep pancakes warm in low oven.

Serve with applesauce and sour cream.

A version of this blog was originally published in Ambassador Magazine.

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