I know you’ve already seen this, but I hope I can also share with your readers all the things that occur to me through which this Anglohebraicus’s Jewish culture, such as it is, has survived:
1) Absence of ANY religious education growing up
2) My response to society’s pull towards my paternal Anglo-Saxondom, which was positive, largely because my relationship with Dad was better than my tie with Mom growing up and into my twenties.
3) My identifying myself as ‘Protestant’, my cutting my spiritual teeth at a United Methodist urban congregation, and indeed my baptism in late March of 1983. And further, as my Christianity has deepened over the decades, the desire to honor my Jewish half has actually become stronger.
My Jewish culture continues to survive, yea, flourish, in the face of my weekly attendance at an Episcopal church and my saying the Nicene Creed every Sunday and in the face of occasional brunches which include bacon or sausage.
Don’t know how small or large all this is, but here it is and I hope it encourages you and others as well. From one ‘Anglohebraicus’ to — well, any and all Jewish hybrids from Anglohebraicii and Gaelohebraicii through Judeo-Lakotas and any other combo as yet unmentioned.