BASKING RIDGE, NJ — On a recent chilly evening, more than 150 people gathered inside a fancy hotel ballroom to witness an uncommon 3,318-year-old tradition.
As all eyes watched, the white-bearded rabbi in the black robe and yarmulke bent over an animal hide parchment scroll. He dipped his turkey quill into black ink, lifted his unhelpful spectacles to his brow, and pressed the pen to parchment.
Word by Word a New Torah is Born
BASKING RIDGE, NJ — On a recent chilly evening, more than 150 people gathered inside a fancy hotel ballroom to witness an uncommon 3,318-year-old tradition.
As all eyes watched, the white-bearded rabbi in the black robe and yarmulke bent over an animal hide parchment scroll. He dipped his turkey quill into black ink, lifted his unhelpful spectacles to his brow, and pressed the pen to parchment.