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(Re: One Child at a Time, Issue 366)
I am really enjoying the articles by Fayge Holzberg. I am touched at how much Fayge cares about the children she works with, and how she makes a difference in their lives!
I’m most impressed that Fayge understands the importance of better understanding family dynamics and working together with the family as well as other therapists to help each child.
This article about little Malky really touched me. Many therapists would blame the mother and not even think about what she can do to help her child. There are those who care greatly about the child with whom they work, but often act disrespectfully to the mother or fail to realize what an important role the mother plays in the development of her child. Fayge isn’t like that, and I admire her for it!
Baila StoberThank you for your healthy snack contest. I’d like to share two ideas I use for students to enjoy: Place sliced apples in lemonade to keep them fresh, or bake crunchy oatmeal cookies with lots of healthy good ies to grab and go.
Yitty S.(Re: Elegant Offerings, Issue 365)
The meat recipes you featured for Yom Tov are so elegant and tempting to try.
First on my list is the battered dark chicken cutlets you featured. You suggest “Pelleh turkey confit” as a top ping, and I’m unsure where that can be procured. Is it available in local stores, or does it have to be ordered from the company directly?
C.S.
The confit has to be ordered from Pelleh Poultry directly. They deliver all over greater Monsey. Their contact information is 845-425-4559 or or ders@pellehpoultry.com.
(Re: Keep the Message Loving, Inbox, Issue 365)
I think B.M.’s message was misin terpreted. The point she was convey ing was that we, as educators, should not use frightening stories to scare our children or students into doing mitzvos. Of course we have to do what’s right regardless, and of course yiras Shamayim has to be taught and instilled in children. But that was not
the point.
I personally remember my third grade teacher telling us a story about someone who looked out of her siddur during Shemoneh Esrei and became blind, r”l. I can assume that my teach er felt very good that her students davened beautifully after that lesson in tefillah. But as a young girl, I feared that one day I would become blind because I had looked out of my siddur by mistake. I will finish off like B.M. did: Educators, please don’t create a monster out of our Loving Father!
Rivky L.and rachamim don’t leave us for one second.
It is saddening that some people aren’t clear enough with the basics of emunah. More time and effort should be spent in getting a solid foundation in Yiddishkeit.
Wishing all of Klal Yisroel a gmar chasimah tovah,
A. Piller(Re: Back in the School Day, Issue 363)
I was very surprised to read about what is considered historical in uniforms.
(Re: Keep the Message Loving, Inbox, Issue 365)
While our Father is always loving, even after and during an aveirah is done, r”l, an aveirah is still something to be afraid of. Everything a person says and does will be accounted for. There is din and there is a Dayan! Children, too, should be afraid to do an aveirah, just as they are taught to be afraid to run into the road or touch a hot oven.
Nonetheless, our connection with Hashem is that of ahavah. Hashem is not out to get us, chas v’shalom, and He is with us all the time and wants to help us return to Him. His chesed
I am from Antwerp, and in Europe you can still see (non-Jewish) school kids with vests and blazers — and even neckties! And there are even schools in which all their students wear the same color socks, and the boys are in pants and the girls in skirts.
A Former European
(Re: Elegant Offerings, Issue 365)
In the Turkey Roll-Ups featured in our food section, the rice should be made with 4½ to 5 cups of water, and not 5 tablespoons, as appeared in print.
We apologize for the error.
The Monsey View
In his foundational sefer Tomer Devorah , the Ramak (Reb Moshe Cordovero, 1522–1570) explains each of the Thirteen Attributes of Hakadosh Baruch Hu. When he discusses the middah of “nosei avon ,” he teaches that Hashem Himself forgives our sins — not through any messenger or even malach . In truth, what difference does it make to us if we are being forgiven directly by Hashem or through a messenger? The Ramak answers that by forgiving us directly, Hashem displays great love to us, His children. He cleanses each neshamah and purifies it from any grime accumulated through sin. It is much like a mother who happily bathes her beloved child, and once the child is clean and fresh, she kisses him warmly out of her great love. This, concludes the Ramak, should rouse man not to sin again. After the King devoted Himself so to wash and cleanse him, how could he dirty himself again?
IN THE YEARS FOLLOWING World War II, the streets of Yerushalayim were home to many a desolate soul. Hav ing lost their entire families, communities and lifestyles in the war, many Holocaust survivors had lost their will to live. Some of them took to the benches. They would sit for a good part of the day, like your typical homeless fellow — only worse; they simply had no drive to do anything. They seemed to strive for nothing more than merely being part of the scenery, much like the cats and birds that meandered the streets.
It wasn’t easy to walk past such wretched individu als. Besides eliciting overwhelming pity for their crush ing state, they often emitted a terrible stench. Overgrown hair, unwashed clothes — they were the picture of unkempt
grime and dirt.
Most people didn’t pay them much heed. After all, it wasn’t easy to stand near them, and these fellows gener ally rebuffed any attempts people did make to show care or concern.
Most people, that is, but not the tzaddik Reb Fishel Henig, zt”l. Reb Fishel would not accept the self-inflicted fate of these individuals. He could not bear to watch their suffer ing and decided to do something about it.
One day, he hired several strong men for pay and in structed them to approach one such vagrant individual and convince him to take a shower. “Force” would be a bet ter word, as Reb Fishel knew the man would put up a fight. Sure enough, the men needed to physically tug the poor
fellow to come along with them. They gave him a haircut, bathed him, and helped him change into a brand-new set of high-quality clothes, all sponsored by Reb Fishel. The fellow struggled and resisted, but Reb Fishel’s men would not give up before the job was complete. A new person emerged.
The final step was setting him before the mirror. See ing his reflection, the poor man was shocked.
“Is this really me?!” he asked.
He peered into the mirror for a long moment and saw a pleasant, well-groomed individual — a person who must have inner value.
From that day on, the poor man was indeed a new per son. Slowly, he took to a normal, productive routine, very unlike his former self. He once again became a human among human beings, and set forth to marry and estab lish a family.
Reb Fishel did not stop there. He had his men do the same for several dispossessed individual, cleansing and rehabilitating them into robust, healthy members of so ciety. They became fathers and grandfathers, continuing the chain of our mesorah with rejuvenated energy. Today, countless families owe their lives to Reb Fishel, though most of them are unaware of this sad piece of their past.
Harav Hagaon Rav Binyamin Finkel, shlit”a, the Mash giach of Yeshivas Mir Yerushalayim, explains that this is exactly what Hakadosh Baruch Hu does with each of us every Yom Kippur. He washes us, cleanses us, and turns us into entirely new individuals!
From this point, our job is to retain the spotless purity and stay away from anything that may sully our neshamah again.
This follows the words of the Tanna Reb Akiva, who exclaimed in the Mishnah (Yoma 85b), “Ashreichem Yisroel! Lifnei mi atem metaharim, u’mi metaher eschem — Avichem she bashamayim! ”
We can take this a step further. Imagine if the warden of the bathhouse who labors to cleanse us would promise that for every speck of dirt he washes off with our agree ment and desire, we would receive reward.
What an overwhelming privilege!
Yet that is exactly what Hakadosh Baruch Hu promises us as we are cleansed. We are granted chesed upon chesed! Not only does He purify us by eliminating our sins, but He even promises great reward for this. Whoever does teshu vah out of love merits having each of his sins turn into a zechus, as the Gemara states (Yoma 86b): “Zedonos na’asos lo k’zechuyos.”
Countless families owe their lives to Reb Fishel, though most of them are unaware of this sad piece of their past.
Rockland residents can expect some relief even as last winter’s sky-high energy prices are expected to pale by comparison next to this year’s rates, as the county Legisla ture is repealing the local 4.25% energy tax as a cost-saving measure. According to The Journal News, the move could re sult in $4 million in savings over the winter, and a potential $10 million over the coming year.
Rockland’s energy tax was approved in 2012 and was set to expire in 2025. The legislature voted unanimously to re peal the vote last Tuesday, with the decision being sent to the New York State Department of Taxation for its approval.
While it is rare for governments to repeal taxes, Rock land’s financial health has improved in recent years, opening up an opportunity to help taxpayers with what is expected to be a 44% increase in natural gas prices and a 28.8% increase in electricity prices over last winter’s energy costs.
“It’s been more than a decade since we were forced to increase taxes and add new ones to help us address a fis cal crisis, moves supported by the state comptroller and the credit rating agencies,” said Legislator Michael Grant. “I am thrilled that we have gotten to the point where we can con tinue reversing many of those actions for the benefit of our taxpayers.”
Saying that rising rates are a reflection of market prices, Orange & Rockland Utilities offered money-saving tips for consumers to ease the pain of the new rates. In addition to setting their thermostats to the lowest comfortable temper ature, consumers are advised to have a qualified contractor clean and inspect their heating systems and to make sure that their heating vents remain unobstructed. The utility also recommends insulating hot water pipes and warm air ducts that pass through unheated areas, and cleaning or re placing filters on hot air furnaces and heat pumps.
The Town of Ramapo Police Department has increased its patrols after a disturbing incident that took place last Thursday at a school bus stop located in the area of North Airmont and Spook Rock roads.
According to police, a bearded man driving a gray fourdoor vehicle tried to convince an eleven-year-old waiting for her school bus to get into his car. The man, who was dressed in yellow, told the girl that he knew her mother
and that she had asked him to drive her to school. The girl ran away from the car, which left the area, heading west on North Airmont Road.
Police confirmed that the girl’s mother had not asked anyone to take her daughter to school and said that they will be increasing their presence at school bus stops throughout Ramapo. Parents are being urged to tell their children to remain aware of their surroundings while waiting for the bus.
Anyone with any information regarding the incident is asked to call the Ramapo Police Department at 845-3572400.
Despite the ongoing rise in anti-Semitic violence, partic ularly in the tri-state area, a presidential summit that was hailed as a success for bringing hundreds of activists and minority group leaders together to discuss hate crimes had just two Orthodox Jewish participants.
President Joe Biden spoke out against hate crimes at the United We Stand Summit, held on September 15 at the White House. Promoted as an event to promote national unity while decrying acts of hate and violence, the summit’s participants included bipartisan and nonpartisan federal, state, local and tribal officials, civil rights groups, faith and community leaders, business leaders, law enforcement of ficials, gun violence prevention leaders, and former mem bers of violent hate groups who now work to prevent vio lence.
Only two Orthodox Jews were invited to the summit: Na than Diament, executive director for the Orthodox Union Advocacy Center, and Rabbi Moshe Hauer, executive vice president of the Orthodox Union. The limited number of journalists approved for the summit did not include four Orthodox Jewish journalists who had hoped to cover the president’s speech.
One of the journalists reached out to White House press secretary Karine Jean-Pierre to express his concern about barring Orthodox Jewish reporters from an event on hate crimes, given the ongoing attacks on community members. According to the New York Post, he was told that size limita tions of the White House’s East Room left space for just a handful of journalists and that the press team would do its best to include him at future events.
“I’m relieved that we were able to reach an understand ing,” said the journalist. “The Jewish people have enough enemies as is. Thankfully, the White House press shop isn’t on that list.”
RECAP: Julia thinks her husband is planning to run away. She meets with her sister, Talia, and asks for help. Talia says she should start by looking more carefully into their finances. Was there any account Julia might have missed?
The money Lenny had taken from Sheva’s savings account was almost gone, so he’d been slashing expenses wherever he could. Earlier in the trip, he’d gone to the lounge on occasion, ordered a coke or beer, and looked for an English-speaker to chat with. He’d even bused to a few tour ist spots and paid admission fees.
But those days were over. He’d only taken the bare minimum of cash from Sheva’s account, and now he was running on fumes.
He hoped Julia would appreciate the sacrifices he was making.
He needed to take more cash; there wasn’t any choice. But he didn’t dare take too much, not when his chances of pay ing it back had become so slim. And that meant long hours in his hotel room with nothing to do, far away from the lounge, the shopping centers, or anything else that might tempt his malnourished wal let.
So he sat with a book he’d brought from home. It was a fat, heavy novel with a thin, limping plot, a story about a mys tery man with no moral compass and an endless supply of false identities.
It must be nice, Lenny thought, to be able to just disappear into another per sona whenever the whim struck.
The protagonist, whose name was never revealed, hopped from Hawaii to Malaysia to Novosibirsk as easily as Lenny might grab a bag of potato chips from the gas station — more easily, actually. Lenny was counting every quarter at the mo ment, and money was clearly not a prob lem for this guy. He always had a duffel bag full of cash stuffed in some anony mous locker somewhere.
Nobody questioned him; nobody stood in his way. He took what he needed and faded into the shadows.
Meanwhile, back in the real world, Lenny was stuck in a dumpy hotel room with nothing to do until Sunday. Shabbos
was tomorrow night. Lenny would cel ebrate with a few rolls, some packaged deli, and a plastic cup of grape juice.
He sighed. If only he had a few duffel bags of cash lying around…
He turned over in his bed and ad justed his reading lamp. This guy in the novel always had everything he could possibly need. That was the life. Lenny would take that over his current situa tion, in a New York minute.
He frowned. Marking his place in the book, he closed it and tossed it onto the bed. Then he wrapped himself in a blanket and opened the door to his miniscule balcony.
Freezing cold swept around him, but Lenny didn’t care. He liked being out here, even if he could only stand it for a minute or two. He liked looking at the skyline, seeing the lights sweeping off into the distance. He liked how the snow blanketed everything. He liked listening to the wind.
It wasn’t true, what he’d thought ear lier. He didn’t want The Protagonist’s life. It was a joke. That guy had every thing he needed, true. But he had noth ing a person could really want. Lenny had a wife, three kids. As much as the kids drove him up the wall, as much as he dreaded what Julia might say if all this fell apart, he wouldn’t want a life without them.
They were, after all, the whole rea son he was doing this, flying halfway around the world to get hold of his great-grandfather’s book. To provide for them. To give them a good life. He des perately wanted that. He wanted to be a success, in their eyes if no one else’s.
Lenny’s dad had run a grocery store for 40 years. He was careful and hon est, but the family never had more than just enough. And yet, Lenny’s dad never once fell behind on the bills.
He’d expected Lenny to follow in his footsteps and had been openly disap pointed when Lenny chose a different path. But Lenny hadn’t cared. He want ed something more for his family than just scraping by. His children would never wear pants with patched knees, or watch with envy as the other kids went off to summer camp. He would give them a good life.
That was Lenny’s vision. And yet, here he was, in more debt than his fa ther had ever acquired, and with no way to pay it back without the money
from this manuscript.
Part of the money. He wouldn’t keep it all, of course. He wasn’t greedy.
An extra-harsh blast of wind tore at the blanket. Lenny turned and ducked back inside.
He slid the door shut and rubbed his hands together to restore circula tion, standing by the heating vent and rotating in a circle. As he turned to the bed, he noted a dull glow coming from next to his book. His phone was ringing.
He grabbed it with a touch of apprehension, worried that he was in for another uncomfort able harangue from Rabbi Ginz burg. But when he saw the num ber on the screen, his spirit lifted immediately.
“Julia!” he said into the phone. “How have you been? How are the kiddos?”
“How dare you!”
Lenny’s stomach twisted. “Whwhat?”
“I don’t know what game you’re play ing with me, Leonard,” Julia spat into the phone, “but you could at least be man enough to leave our daughter out of it!”
“Julia, I don’t know what you’re talk ing —” he stopped suddenly. Our daugh ter. Oh, no…
“IS this about Sheva’s savings ac count?” he asked cautiously.
“How could you?” Julia screeched. “How could you do that to her?”
Lenny frowned. “You don’t under stand; I only borrowed the money. I’ll pay it back. Of course I will!”
“Don’t lie to me!” Julia said, her voice dripping with bitterness. “Not again! You planned this trip so carefully. I know you’re not coming back!”
“Planned this trip?” Lenny splut tered. Where in the world had she come up with all this? “You think I’m — I’m running off or something?” He was starting to get angry, which wasn’t good, but he couldn’t understand why she was acting like this.
“Oh, no? Please! You planned a trip to Poland — if that’s even where you went — weeks in advance. But you only tell me the day you fly out! You could tell Yossi Baumgarden, but not your own wife? And now I find out that you paid for it with our daughter’s money!”
All the blood drained from Lenny’s
face. He sat down on the bed. “Julia, lis ten! I said that to Yossi so he wouldn’t ask any questions. It was just a harm less little lie. But you I told the truth! I promise! I literally booked the ticket that same day!”
“I’m not stupid, Lenny.” Julia was crying now. “I know what this is. I can’t believe you would do this to me! Think of the kids!”
“I’M NOT RUNNING AWAY!” Lenny shouted into the phone. “For heaven’s sake, Julia! I’ll be back in a few days!” At least, he hoped he would. Who could tell? It all depended on how things went Sunday.
She was crying even harder now, mumbling something about how she could believe him, but Lenny couldn’t catch the words. His gut wrenched with every sob. He felt terrible. Dirty.
There was a knock at the door.
“Hang on,” Lenny said to the phone. He walked to the door and opened it. A heavyset, balding man in a bathrobe stood glaring at him.
Lenny eyed the man apprehensively. “Yeah?”
The man waved his hands and ges tured at Lenny’s room. “Przepraszam, czy mógłby Pan sciszyc głos? Próbuje odpoczac.”
“What? I don’t speak Polish.”
With a frustrated look, the man pointed at Lenny. “You… very loud! Quiet, please?”
Gevald, the whole building must have heard him yelling. Shamefaced, he said, “Yeah, sorry. Of course. Sorry.”
“Julia,” he said after he’d shut the door, “I’m not running away. You have to believe me!”
“Why are you whispering?” Julia asked.
“Never mind that!” His mind raced. “Look, I’ll email you the receipt for my ticket. It has the date right on it. You’ll see I booked it the same day I left. Okay?
IT MUST BE NICE, LENNY THOUGHT, TO BE ABLE TO JUST DISAPPEAR INTO ANOTHER PERSONA WHENEVER THE WHIM STRUCK.
And you can see the return ticket. I lied to Yossi, not to you. I promise!”
“What about the money?” Julia demanded. “That’s Sheva’s money!”
“She’ll get it back!” Lenny said. “I just needed to take care of something. We didn’t have the cash, so I improvised. But —”
“This is another of your stupid schemes, isn’t it?”
“It’s not stupid,” Lenny said, though he privately wasn’t so sure.
“Let me guess,” she hissed. “By the time you get back here, all of our money troubles will be over. Right? Just like every other time…”
“Julia —”
“Don’t you ‘Julia’ me! You lied to me after all. You said you were going on vacation!”
“Yeah, but I —”
“I don’t want to hear it!” Julia sounded more controlled now, but she was just as furious as before. “If you’re right, if for once, your plan goes off without a hitch, then fine. You give her back the money, and never do this again. But if it doesn’t work out, and if you come back without the money you stole —” Julia’s voice shook “— you might as well stay in Poland…”
“You excited for Shabbos?” Izzy asked. They sat in their car, at the entrance to the Jewish cemetery on Bracka Street. With nothing to do until Sunday, Zach had finally gotten his wish to do a little touring. A very little tour ing. With sunset so early, Shabbos would come mid-afternoon, so they still had to restrict themselves to Lodz proper. There would be no road trips to Warsaw or Prague, at least not yet.
Lodz was full of tourist attractions, but most wouldn’t work out for them. Izzy vetoed the churches and art museums right off the bat, and their options were further reduced by the weather. They couldn’t explore Łagiewnicki Forest, tour the underground “Inner Tube” museum, or visit the famous Pi otrkowska Street promenade. It was too cold and snowy to be outdoors for long.
So they saw the Manufaktura, a converted factory complex that had been owned by the famous Jewish industrialist, Iz rael Poznanski. Then they toured his palatial home.
With only a few hours of sunlight left, Izzy insisted on vis iting the cemetery. The initial land for the graveyard, which contained about 200,000 graves, had been donated by Izrael Poznanski, as well, making this day a sort of abridged biogra phy of the controversial magnate’s life.
But that wasn’t what drew Izzy. Three generations of Izzy’s great-grandparents were buried here. He couldn’t not come.
“Not exactly,” Zach admitted. “To be honest, I’m not looking forward to 25 hours of nothing.”
“Who says you gotta do nothing?” Izzy asked, inching the car forward and peering through the snow for some sort of di rectory. “Shabbos is what you make of it.”
“If you say so,” Zach said. He gazed at the white landscape, with headstones scattered everywhere like monstrous, mis matched teeth in a sea of empty white. He turned to Izzy and grinned. “Come on. Let’s go meet the family.”
Recap: Carolina gets engaged. After the happy bride has a sorry accident that leaves her with a swollen ankle, and then contracts a skin infection, the matchmaker gets concerned. She arrives at the Dominguez home late at night equipped with her tools to eradicate the evil eye she says has attached itself to Carolina.
Carolina stared at the matchmaker in disbelief.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to do something called bleigies sen, which means pouring lead. Have you ever heard about it?”
“I don’t think I have,” said Dona Angelica.
“Well, you are about to find out what it is,” said the matchmaker. “Let’s begin. But first light two candles and turn down the lamps.”
The kitchen was soon plunged into murky darkness, the flickering candlelight casting bizarre shadows on the bare walls.
The matchmaker’s face glowed orange whenever she bent over near the candles to arrange her instruments on the kitchen table. She chanted under her breath as she worked, but every once in a while, she interrupted her chanting to mutter some comments to herself. Carolina shuddered and hugged herself.
“Will this hurt, Frau Klinger?” she asked.
“Of course not, young lady,” said the matchmaker. “It will only make you feel better. Here, sit in this chair.”
She took a few bars of lead from her box and tossed them into the saucepan on the fire. Then she took out a large green cloth.
Carolina shrank back. “What’s that?”
“Sit still, young lady,” she said. “I’m going to cover you. Don’t move.”
She spread open the cloth and draped it over Carolina. She took a quick look into the saucepan on the fire and saw that the lead had melted. With a murmur of satisfaction, she took the water container in one hand and the sauce pan with the molten lead in the other. She held the water container in the air over Carolina’s head and whispered an incantation, and then she carefully poured the molten lead into the water.
The hot lead made a hissing sound as it struck the water. The matchmaker put the saucepan back on the stove but not directly on the fire. Then she took the water container and drained the water into the empty container. A number of pieces of lead remained at the bottom of the water con tainer. The matchmaker touched them gingerly to make sure they were cool enough to handle. Then she lifted out one of the pieces.
“It’s ready,” she declared. “You can take off the cloth and take a look.”
Carolina removed the cloth, and she and Dona Angelica both craned their necks to see what the matchmaker was holding. It was a curiously shaped piece of metal that re sembled a bulbous flower on a long stem.
“Here, do you see the eye?” said the matchmaker. She pointed to the bulbous mass. “This is the eye itself, and this part here is the nerves and the blood vessels that attach the eye to the body. Do you see it? It is clear as day. There it is. That’s the ayin hara, the evil eye.”
She reached into the container with the pieces of solidified lead. They made a rattling sound as she rummaged among them.
“Here, look at these,” she said as she held up three more pieces of lead that had formed themselves into similar shapes. “You see the eyes? You have quite a few of them on you. They are watching you with malice.”
She looked into the container and pulled out a long, serpentine piece with a row of ridges along its spine.
“And look at this one,” she said. “Do you see the snake? Here, look at the front. You see that gap? That’s the mouth. The snake is talking about you. It’s talking, talking, talking. That’s not healthy. It’s not good.”
She looked into the container again and rummaged among the pieces.
“Look at those things!” she exclaimed with exasperation. “There are so many of them. It’s no wonder you had your accidents.”
“So what do we do?” breathed Dona Angelica.
“We say more prayers to dispel the evil eye, and we continue to check the lead pieces to see how successful we are.”
“But I don’t know the prayers, Frau Klinger,” protested Dona Angelica.
“You don’t need to know them,” said the matchmaker. “I know them. Here, let’s do it again. Would you like to pour the lead, Senora Dominguez, while I say the prayers against the evil eye?”
“Do you think I could do it? Is there a special way?”
“There’s no special way to do it,” said the matchmaker. “When I give you the signal, just pour the lead into the water slowly and steadily.”
She tossed all the pieces of lead into the saucepan on the stove and moved the saucepan onto the fire. The lead began to melt.
“All right, young lady,” she said. “Time to cover up. Put the cloth over your head.”
She started rocking back and forth, her lips moving almost without sound as she repeated her formulas and incantations. Halfway through, she lifted the water container over Carolina’s head and nodded to Dona Angelica.
Dona Angelica’s hand trembled as she lifted the saucepan from the stove and poured the molten lead into the water container over her daughter’s head. She shuddered at the hissing sound and replaced the saucepan on the stove.
The matchmaker drained the water into the empty container and peered at the new lead formations. She reached in and pulled out a few of them.
“Better, much better,” she declared. She held up a piece of lead formed of two attached strands. “Here, look at this one. You see the two pieces? That’s you and your future husband. You’re going to have a happy marriage. I can tell. I know about these things. But we’re not finished yet. Look, there are still a few eyes and a snake. Here, look at these eyes. They’re smaller, weaker, almost broken. Do you see it? It’s clear as day. And the snake, it’s more like a worm now than a snake. Come, let’s do it again. Cover up, young lady.”
She tossed the pieces of lead into the saucepan and waited for them to start melting. She lifted the water container, began her incantations, and nodded to Dona Angelica, who lifted the saucepan and, with more assurance this time, poured the molten lead into the water. After another hiss, the matchmaker drained off the water and inspected the residue. She reached in and pulled out a smallish flower-shaped formation.
“Here, there’s still one evil eye left,” she said. “It’s a stubborn one, but we will get rid of it. Take a good look at it. See how weak and fragile it is. One more push, and it will fall apart.”
“Is that the only one?” asked Carolina. “Is there anything else in there?”
“Look for yourself, young lady. Nothing but scraps and sticks. We’re doing well here. Now, let’s do it one more time. Let’s hope it will be the last.”
Once again, Carolina sat in the chair with a green cloth draped over her head, the matchmaker said her incantations, and Dona Angelica poured the lead. Once again, there was a hissing sound. Once again, the matchmaker drained off the water, leaving the residue in the contain er. She lifted out one large chunk of mis shapen lead and held it up for all to see.
“Aha!” she cried out. “It’s finished. There’s nothing left of the evil eye.”
“Are you sure?” said Carolina as she removed the green cloth from her head.
“Absolutely. Here, look for yourself. There’s nothing here but a clump of harmless lead. You’re safe, my child. All the evil eyes are gone.”
The boat traffic on the Moselle River was returning to normal levels. People strolled through the streets and along the embankments of the river, listening to the raucous noises of a city awakening from months of winter slumber. In the Jewish quarter, Reb Mendel and Sebas tian sat on a bench in the sunshine and watched the last traces of the Purim cel ebrations being swept away.
“It was very kind of you and your wife,” said Sebastian, “to invite our fam ily for Pesach. My mother and sister are completely preoccupied with the wed ding preparations, and it would have been a real burden to prepare Pesach, especially since we’ve never really done it properly. Last year, the rabbi invited us, but we weren’t expecting him to invite us again. So your invitation was really a lifesaver. I hope it’s not too much trouble for your wife.”
“Don’t be concerned,” said Reb Men del. “We will have plenty of help in the house. And we can well afford it. There will be no hardship. Having your family as our guests for Pesach will be our great est pleasure and honor.”
Sebastian inclined his head. “The pleasure and honor will be ours.”
“You said you wanted to talk to me about something. We have time now.
There is something I have to tell you as well. But first, tell me what is on your mind. You seem troubled lately.”
“I am troubled,” said Sebastian. “I feel I’ve completely lost my bearings. I don’t know who I am or what I want to do. I don’t understand my relationship with my people, with my religion. Somehow, I am neither here nor there.” He stood up and looked off into the distance. “I have never talked about it, Reb Mendel, but I carry a heavy burden of guilt.”
“Do you want to talk to me about it now?”
“Yes, I suppose I do. But my guilt is only part of it.”
Reb Mendel remained silent, letting Sebastian take his time.
Sebastian sighed. “My parents were always extremely discreet about their Jewishness,” he began. “They never went to secret assemblies, and they never told anyone about their Jewish identity. We were like a tiny Jewish island, a speck in a vast Christian ocean. We had a sort of private faith with no connection to any religious community. A strange way to be religious, wasn’t it?”
“They did what they could,” said Reb Mendel, “under the circumstances. They did not prefer it that way.”
“Of course not, but that’s the way it was. Anyway, while my father was away — when we thought he was dead — I went to a few secret assemblies in Toledo. I even took Carolina with me one time. I was a fool. I told them my name was Luis Alvarez, and I thought it would make me safe. But it was just the tiny chink in our armor that the Inquisition needed, and it brought about our downfall. My father was very upset when he returned and found out what I had done, but it was too late. They tracked us down. My family was uprooted, and my father was killed. And it was entirely my fault. I was re sponsible. I am responsible.”
He buried his head in his hands, and when he lifted it, his eyes glistened with tears.
To be continued…
“I HAVE NEVER TALKED ABOUT IT, REB MENDEL, BUT I CARRY A HEAVY BURDEN OF GUILT.”
Dip your spoon into a warm bowl of comfort and inhale the sensations of Sukkos.
Silky smooth, with slightly earthy notes from the chestnuts, this comforting soup is the perfect starter for any meal. Add beef wontons upon serving for that satisfying crunch.
2 T. oil
1 onion, cut into chunks
4 cloves garlic
24 oz. frozen cauliflower
2 whole parsnips
18 oz. chestnuts, about 6 small bags
2 bay leaves
1 T. salt
½ tsp. black pepper
6–7 cups water
Handful Enoki mushrooms, for garnish
1. Heat the oil in a large pot. Sauté the onion until golden.
2. Add the garlic, cauliflower and parsnip. Sauté this for another few minutes.
3. Add the chestnuts, bay leaves, spices and water.
4. Bring the soup to a boil, then lower the heat and let the soup simmer for 1 hour.
5. Remove the parsnip, bay leaves and some of the chest nuts. Blend the soup, then mix in the chestnuts that you removed.
6. Garnish the soup with Enoki mushrooms.
1 pack (11 oz.) purchased beef patties
1 pack (11 oz.) spring roll wrappers
1. Defrost the beef patties.
2. Take 1 tablespoon of beef, roll it into a log, and place it on the center bottom of the spring roll wrapper.
3. Fold over the bottom part of the wrapper and roll it up, sealing it with some water.
4. Twist the top of the wrapper, then deep-fry the wonton until it’s crispy.
5. Repeat the above steps with the rest of the beef and wonton wrappers.
This hearty and aromatic soup originates from the Yemenite community, whose cuisine is full of fragrant spices and rich, flavorful dishes!
Oil, for sauteing
1½ lb. cubed cholent meat
4–6 small marrow bones
1 onion, chopped
6 garlic cloves, chopped
2 potatoes, cubed
2 carrots, thinly sliced
5 stalks celery, thinly sliced
8 oz. tomato paste
2 tsp. Hawaij seasoning
Salt and pepper, to taste
10 cups water
Handful cilantro
1. In a medium-size pot, sauté the meat and bones in oil until brown.
2. Remove the meat and bones from the pot. Place the chopped onions and garlic in the pot, and sauté until the onions are transparent.
3. Add the vegetables, tomato paste and spices. Mix and sauté for about 10 to 15 minutes.
4. Add the water and cilantro. Add the meat and the bones, and cook for about 3 hours, until the meat is soft.
This corn soup is full of veggies that simmer together until tender. The roasted corn and beef fry only deepen the flavors of this already delicious soup.
Oil, for sauteing
1 onion, chopped
4 cubes garlic
1 lb. yellow split peas
2 carrots
2 parsnips
2 sweet potatoes Salt and pepper, to taste
2 tsp. consomme
6–8 cups water
1. Sauté the onion and garlic until the onion is transparent.
2. Add the split peas and mix.
3. Cut the vegetables into chunks, and add to the pot. Sauté for about 10 minutes.
4. Add the water and spices. Cook for 1½ hours.
Note: This soup will be on the thicker side.
1 can (12 oz.) corn kernels
1 pkg. (4 o.z.) beef fry
1. Preheat the oven to 400°.
2. In separate pans, roast the corn and beef fry for 15 minutes until the corn is toasted and the beef is crispy.
3. Arrange artfully over the soup right before serving.
The Baum couple, living in their house for decades, welcomed new neighbors next door. But the warm welcome was short-lived. Both houses had a small side window in the kitchen, facing each other at a diagonal. A week after the neighbors moved in, loud banging alerted Mrs. Baum that something was up.
She looked out the window, and it was just what she feared: The new neighbors were building a porch off their kitchen! Right in front of the Baums’ window!
Mrs. Baum marched over to the neighbors and made it clear that the porch invaded their privacy, and that it was illegal as well. The neighbors didn’t see the big deal in extending a bit, across from their neighbors’ small window. They did see a woman nearly mad with rage.
The Baums saw inconsiderate and unreceptive neighbors. They put up a brick wall between the houses by the following week.
Mrs. Friedman knows this sto ry, because she has tried what she knows best: mediating and making peace between people. Unfortu nately, ten years later, the brick wall
between those neighbors is still up, both literally and figuratively.
But Mrs. Friedman is determined to tear down brick walls wherever she sees them and works valiantly toward that goal.
Several years ago, Mrs. Fried man’s close relative was very sick. This was after there had been ad ditional tragedies in the same fam ily. The family visited the Amshi nover Rebbe in Eretz Yisroel, who declared, “It’s not a hefker velt. Ev ery person will have to give a din v’cheshbon for hurting others.”
Machlokes had indeed wormed its way into the family, and the results were tragic. The relative passed
away, but the tragedy finally inspired the family to make peace with each other.
Mrs. Friedman shared this story on the Chazak hotline, and its waves and ripples carried far. People wanted to patch up feuds; they didn’t want to wait for tragedy. They asked Mrs. Friedman for her help, and thus she began the sa cred task of mediating between feuding parties and helping restore shalom, l’ilui nishmas her family member who had been a victim of machlokes
When someone tries to reach out to make shalom but their efforts fail, they might call Mrs. Friedman for help. Mrs. Friedman listens to their side of the sto
look, children see things one-dimen sionally and cannot forgive easily. She speaks to adults who are still angry at long-ago teachers, adults who suffered from childhood cliques that left scars, and, sadly, children hurt by parents. While a parent rarely severs the con nection with a child, unfortunately, the opposite does happen.
“You don’t know me; I’m the nic est person. I don’t know how this hap pened to me!” is a line Mrs. Friedman commonly hears.
Mrs. Friedman debunks the as
an entire year. A year earlier, they’d had a heated argument, and both had hurled nasty insults at the other. Since then, they hadn’t communicated.
This story does have a happy end ing. But Mrs. Friedman has something to say before that. “A day after the ar gument was the time to call and apolo gize!” Expressing regret immediately dissolves hurt feelings, while leaving hurt to fester is a sin upon sin, and so much harder to patch up.
Mrs. Friedman is careful about this in her relationships. “If I suspect some one was hurt by something I said, I ask immediately, ‘Did I hurt you? Did I say something wrong?’”
ry, then calls the other party to convey the first side’s desire for concili ation, and to hear their side of the story. Mrs. Friedman acts as a go-between and at tempts to achieve mutual understand ing — and then, hopefully, forgiveness. Mrs. Friedman does not accept calls from third parties who report on a fight between two other people. One of the parties involved must initiate the pro cess of reconciliation.
Mrs. Friedman has mediated be tween mothers and daughters, sisters, neighbors, colleagues and friends. She finds that hurt incurred in childhood often festers and survives all the way into adulthood. While adults have more perspective and a more mature out
sumption that “it won’t happen to me.” Misunderstandings happen. Mistakes happen. There are two sides to every story — or rather, two different stories. Mrs. Friedman will hear one version from one side, and then something dramatically different from the other. Sometimes one side is hurt, and the other party doesn’t even know that they’d hurt them.
But we can try to prevent these fights from happening in the first place.
One Erev Yom Kippur, Mrs. Fried man got a call from Blimie*, who hadn’t been speaking to her younger sister for
But this pair of sisters did leave the issue to ferment for a full year. Mrs. Friedman encouraged Blimie, as she usually does before getting involved, to just call her sister. Blimie laughed. If it were so easy, she’d have done that already. The hurt was too deep. And besides, she was the older sister; wasn’t it her younger sister’s responsibility to reach out to her ?
Here Mrs. Friedman shares a vort that has often inspired others to make that call. In his sefer Yesod Ha’avodah, the Slonimer Rebbe shares that there’s a door from Gehinnom leading into
Gan Eden. And the door is not locked! So why don’t people just leave Gehinnom and enter Gan Eden? Because, the Rebbe says, the door is very low, and one has to crouch down to open it. If a person bent down in This World to others, he could leave Gehin nom and merit ultimate bliss.
But still, Blimie couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Mrs. Friedman tried another tactic: Would she do it in the zechus of someone? In those few minutes when a person forgives, he reaches high madreigos and could be zoche to great yeshuos The woman thought it over, and then said she would do it as a zechus for her son who was still single at age thirty.
She made the move, the sis ters apologized for their hurtful words — and a day after Sukkos there was an engagement.
Happy ending notwithstand ing, the yearlong misery the sisters experienced could have been avoided. “In most cases where people need help,” Mrs. Friedman says, “it’s because the issue was ignored for too long.”
And if you’re the one who’s been hurt, is there anything you can do to prevent the chasm? “It’s an avodah,” Mrs. Friedman admits. “But if we could delete hurtful happenings from our memory, we’ve set ourselves up for success in our relationships.”
So where’s the delete button? “Let’s remind ourselves that the story was bashert, regardless of who did it. We want to separate the story from the perpetrator.” That person is accountable for the hurt they inflicted, but that’s not my concern. My job is to for give.
Forgiving doesn’t mean that the story doesn’t upset me, Mrs. Friedman clarifies. I may be upset when remembering the incident, but I won’t be angry at the person anymore.
Mrs. Friedman has a note book full of amazing stories of forgiveness, and also the yeshuos that came on the heels of that forgiveness. She likes to call the yeshuos a “bonus,” because they should not be the reason for ef forts to reconcile. “We’re doing it for the Ribbono Shel Olam,” she clarifies
Mr. Schon* called Mrs. Friedman’s husband from the hospital. He was in extreme pain following surgery, and the many painkillers he received were not offering relief. Not only that, he was also informed that the surgery would have to be repeated. He wanted Rabbi Friedman’s help to contact someone he had hurt recently. He was a school principal and had recently fired a staff mem ber, who was now severely of fended and angry at him. He couldn’t make the call himself in this state of agony.
Rabbi Friedman called the fired staff member, and asked him to find it in his heart to forgive Mr. Schon. The man de liberated but replied that Mr. Schon did not deserve forgive ness. However, he said, this phone call came just after he’d spoken to a friend who was still childless after many years. He would offer his forgiveness in his friend’s zechus.
The refuah came just two hours later: The pain subsided, and the doctors notified Mr. Schon that the repeat surgery was unnecessary. And a year and a half later, the childless friend was blessed with a child.
It’s a beautiful world without hurt and pain. And we can all beautify it further, one forgive ness at a time.
The Yomim Nora’im, in addition to their other unique and holy aspects, are a time that brings a special focus to the concept of nedarim — vows — from the Erev Rosh Hashanah post- Shacharis hataras nedarim ceremony, to the doorway to that most heilige day of Yom Kippur with its moving Kol Nidrei chant.
Yet nedarim, and the avoidance thereof, are a year-round matter, and one should be aware of their ramifica tions.
One striking aspect of the inyan of vows is the seeming dichotomy of how they’re approached in halacha. On the one hand, a person is discouraged from making nedarim. In fact, accord ing to the Shulchan Aruch, even if one fulfills his vow, he’s called a rasha and a sinner simply for having made it. If one makes a neder and delays fulfilling it, his account is “opened” in Shamay im (a sort of Heavenly audit that we’d all certainly wish to avoid). And while there is a concept of annulment of vows — hataras nedarim — it should not be seen as an easy way out, nor is it al ways applicable.
Even for something as worthwhile as giving tzedakah, it’s best not to pledge in the form of a neder. Rather, if a person has the money, he should donate it right away; if he doesn’t, it’s better not to pledge, but wait until he does. If someone’s in a situation where he’s being called upon to pledge with other members of the tzibbur, he
should add the words “bli neder.”
On the other hand, halachah recog nizes that one may make nedarim as a means of strengthening one’s Yid dishkeit, both in terms of fulfilling positive mitzvos and to avoid violating negative ones. Additionally, making a neder to improve one’s middos and tendencies is a form of avodas Hashem; for example, controlling one’s ten dency to indulge in meat and wine (or “decadent” desserts) by making a neder against eating them for a period of time may be helpful.
Similarly, using this method to forbid oneself from excessive indul gences can be a means of bringing a person to focus more on ruchnius and less on gashmius. I was told of an orga nized, rabbinically approved program in which Yidden trying to overcome a certain yetzer hara employ nedarim, and also have a built-in system of mon etary fines to those who transgress.
Just how serious a matter nedarim can be is illustrated by the following maaseh: Once a certain Rosh Yeshivah went almost three hours overtime in his weekly two-hour Thursday shiur.
At the end of the marathon session, he apologeti cally explained to his amazed talmidim that dur ing the previous week’s shiur he had told the class, “Next week we will finish the perek,” and he was concerned that those words had been considered a binding neder
The words, “bli neder — without a vow,” are, of course, a familiar part of a Yid’s lexicon. While some might think it’s just a convenient and com fortable way of really saying “no” while mouthing “yes,” it’s an expression with real halachic meaning, and it can and should be employed within its proper context.
For instance, it’s good to get into the habit of say ing bli neder whenever one says they are going to do something that could be considered a mitzvah. This assures that one’s words haven’t become a neder This doesn’t mean that if he doesn’t say bli neder his words automatically become a neder, but this way he removes all doubt.
When it comes to worldly, non-mitzvah state ments, there are some who hold that merely stating an intention to do something has no connotations of a neder, and thus the addition of “bli neder ” is unnec essary. Of course, altz yashrus, one should express in tent to do only things he really intends to do — mean
what you say, and say what you mean.
Even using the phrase “I promise” can be tricky. When it’s obviously just being used as a figure of speech to add emphasis to one’s words, such as: “I promise you, you’re not going to regret it if you come along,” and the like, this isn’t a neder or even considered sheker
However, there are times when a promise can be more halachically binding, such as when saying, “I promise to do such and such.” So it’s a good idea to get into the habit of removing the term “I promise” from one’s vocabulary.
(This brings to mind the famous politician who was once called on the carpet for failing to do some thing he explicitly promised to do if elected, and with feigned innocence — and incredible chutzpah — he responded, “Yes, it’s true that I promised to do it, but I never promised that I would keep my prom ise!”)
Another point to mention is that the question of accidentally falling into a neder applies only to words one actually uttered, and not mere thoughts. For in stance, if a person had in mind that he’d never go to a particular restaurant again, he may change his mind and go without having to seek an annulment of a vow. It is said of some tzaddikim that they were careful to fulfill even any (positive) thoughts they had — but that is not a level for most of us.
As always, every thing mentioned here is not intended as hala cha l’maaseh, and one should always consult their rav
In sum, vows are very serious matters and shouldn’t be made except in the most pressing circumstanc es, and then only with rabbinic guidance. The Gemara (Shabbos 32b) relates the severity of vowing and failing to fulfill it, stating it can even be a sakanah, chas v’shalom, to one’s wife or children.
On a somewhat lighter note, the story is
brought in seforim of a super-rich mi ser, who was even more miserly with his attention and compliments to his wife. Due to this, he had terrible sha lom bayis problems, yet he was too cheap to pay the kesubah gelt to give his wife a get One day, in des peration, he came to the local rav, told him his tzaros, and asked him to daven for his wife to die. The rav, who knew all about both as pects of this fel low’s miserliness, looked at him with a wry smile and said, “I have a bet ter idea. Chazal tell us that if someone makes a neder and fails to keep it, his wife will die. The shul des perately needs a new building; the current one is mamash falling apart. Why don’t you make a vow to donate all the money for it within a week, and then don’t fulfill your neder.”
The miser got nervous. “That’s a lot of money,” he stammered.
“For you, it’s chicken feed,” the rav answered. “But, anyway, like I said, just don’t pay the vow; that way you’ll get to hold onto your precious money, you’ll lose your troublesome wife, and all of your problems will be solved.”
The miser readily agreed. He made a solemn, of ficial vow and was about to walk out of the rav’s of fice when the rav said, “By the way, can I ask you a tovah? Since your poor wife has only another week to live, can you please at least let her leave the world on a happy note? No matter how she acts, only compliment her; don’t criticize her at all. Oh, and give her your full at tention whenever she speaks to you. It’s a groise mitz vah — and it’s just for a week.”
The miser agreed and danced home with a spring in his step.
Six days later, the door to the rav’s office burst
open. “Rabbi, you have to cancel my vow!” the miser pleaded between huffing breaths.
“Why?” the rav asked.
“Because I don’t want my wife to die anymore! Since I started acting nice to her, she’s been acting ten times as nice to me. Now I realize what a gevaldig wife she really is, and I really, really don’t want to lose her!”
The rav shook his head sadly. “I’m happy to hear about your shalom bayis, but there’s nothing I can do. You made the vow in a way that can’t be annulled. Sorry.”
As the rav went back to his learning, the miser started to cry. Then he looked up at the rav. “Wait a minute,” he said. “Didn’t you tell me that because I wouldn’t fulfill my neder, my wife would die? So, therefore, I will fulfill my vow, and she won’t die!” He pulled out his checkbook. “You name it, Rabbi, I’m paying for the gantze new shul.”
The rav smiled knowingly. “Are you sure you can part with all that tzedakah gelt ?”
“Feh, it’s nothing for me,” the former miser assured him with a wave of his hand. “It’s especially nothing compared to a new-old wife, and new life of shalom bayis!”
So, bli neder, let’s make this a year in which we watch our words — both those we say and how we say them — especially to those closest to us.
Nesanel Yoel Safran is a writer, chef and student of Torah and life. You can read about all of this and more on his blog Soul Foodie (soulfoodiecom.wordpress.com) and contact him at soulfoodie613@gmail.com.
EVEN
THE PHRASE “I PROMISE” CAN BE TRICKY.
“Just a little faster,” I prod my little ones holding on to either side of the stroller. “I’m going to be late.”
One drags his feet on the pavement.
“Watch your shoes,” I say through gritted teeth.
The wind picks up, and my frustration mounts. Raindrops begin to fall, turning what I thought was a pleasant autumn day into a murky one. I’m on edge as I walk to shul, rushing little feet to keep up with my pace so I shouldn’t miss Yizkor.
The morning has been a challenging one, with the regular issues of little kids on a Yom Tov schedule and a Yom Tov diet, and it has taken a lot to get them fed and dressed and finally out of the house. And now, with an eye on the watch on my arm, I am in a rush.
“I don’t want to walk! It’s so far!” The stroller stalls as the kid holds it tight.
“We have to go. Just a little bit more, and we’ll get there.”
“I want to go home!” Now the other side of the stroller rattles in protest.
The tears prick my eyelids. They do be long home now, not dragged to shul on what has turned into a gray, unpleasant day.
This is not meant for mothers of little children, I think, the frustration rising within me. And
I don’t even have a babysitter at home to watch the kids.
Here I am, going to Yizkor to do some thing for my father’s neshamah, and yet, look at how I’m doing it! I’m being impatient and making these little legs move faster than they should, being less than anything a par ent On High can be proud of.
Somehow we make it to shul. The rain has cleared up but left remnants in patches of mud all over the shul’s yard.
I peek inside to see that I’ve arrived too early. My kids are not happy campers as I in form them we’re going to wait outside a bit now. But I am even more surly than they are as I try to whisper some words of davening while leaning against the railing.
I take out the snack stash I brought along, and it dwindles even before a significant amount of time is up. My toddler wriggles out of his harness. He is soon getting his new Yom Tov clothing all muddy, and the older kids start climbing on every dirty sur face they can find.
I bite my lip and try to keep my frustration in check. You’re here for Yizkor. These things are not important. It’s not the end of the world. Try to daven a bit!
Tug. “But Mommy, I want you to talk to me. Don’t daven now.”
I close my machzor with reluctance. Nothing to show for myself, and this is how I’m presenting to be mazkir my fa ther’s neshamah. The tears are pretty close to the surface again.
Finally, the shul starts to empty out, and my husband comes to take the children — who, of course, tantrum and refuse to let me go.
I feel the entire crowd outside watching the scene as I rush into shul and find a place at the back.
The atmosphere is hushed. Several women are bent over their machzorim, softly murmuring techinos. They sit there pa tiently, prepared and ready to say Yizkor for their loved ones…
And I blow in like a storm, every fiber of my being coursing with nervous energy, without having done a stitch of preparation for this precious little I can still do for my father.
I’m sorry, Tatty, I whisper soundlessly. I’m sorry that I’m such an embarrassment and was so overwhelmed. I’m sorry I didn’t prepare for this properly. I so badly want to do better for you.
I look around at everyone else, so ready for this holy te fillah, and I wish my morning would have been different.
Thankfully, the congregation doesn’t seem to be in a hurry. I quickly open my machzor and whisper the Yehi Ratzon in preparation for saying Yizkor.
The quiet in the shul and the words of the techinos soothe me, and I start to settle into the atmosphere. And even though I’m not worthy, listen to my cries in the zechus of tefil las rabbim…
Hashem, don’t recall my bad deeds, so I shouldn’t cause tzaar to my parent’s neshamah… All I need to say is right there.
And then I stop. Why didn’t I ever notice these words before?
And especially in the zechus of our little children… may their ne shamos be exalted and brought to a higher level…
Something in me quiets down.
Being busy with my children, taking care of them, does not preclude me from doing something for my father. On the contrary, they are the greatest zechus. No, maybe Yizkor is not meant for mothers of little children, but Yizkor is enhanced by these very precious young kinderlach.
And right there, over my machzor, something in me shifts. The tears that come to my eyes are a different kind of tears.
“Yizkor,” the Rav intones, and an emotional murmur ing ensues in the mostly empty shul.
And in that hushed atmosphere I whisper each pre cious word, knowing that my little children’s zechus gives me the power that can carry my words onward, onward, even when I’m so imperfect myself.
I BLOW IN LIKE A STORM, EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING COURSING WITH NERVOUS ENERGY, WITHOUT HAVING DONE A STITCH OF PREPARATION FOR THIS PRECIOUS LITTLE I CAN STILL DO FOR MY FATHER.
As told to Y. BLOOMING
“Hashem, place a guard for my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips,” Dovid Hamelech begs (Tehillim 141). Before he asks for protection from evildoers and the wicked, a pleading King Dovid first seeks to be protected from himself — or rather, his mouth.
What was he so afraid of? As my story will soon demonstrate, the power of the tongue is a frightening tool we wield — both in how our words impact those we speak to or about, and how our absolute statements can become absolute facts that chain us for years and even decades.
This is it. I’m making the call.
I had been pushing it off longer than I wanted to admit. My thoughts on this day took me back to my wedding day, when I was a wide-eyed bachur eager to begin a new chapter in life and build my own Jewish home.
Life had been good to us in the years since. We had four beautiful children, a harmonious home, and we had been
managing on my modest income as a cheder rebbi. But there was yet one thing we both really wanted, and it had slowly grown from a mere desire to a strong yearning — one that only continued to grow with time.
Yes, I knew I was blessed. Yes, I realized that others would do anything to be in my matzav. But I couldn’t shake this one nagging wish for the future. Perhaps that was because, deep
Was a playful comeback from a slighted friend haunting my family all these years later?
inside, I had a niggling worry that I was the one who brought this upon ourselves…
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I went to the phone in my seforim room and dialed his number. I heard the first ring and knew there was no going back. My mouth went dry. Another ring, and I heard him pick up the phone, noisy children serving as the perfect background noise.
A lump the size of a super ball appeared in my throat.
“Do you remember…?”
Of course he remembered.
Mordechai* and I were friends, but we were more like brothers. We even fought like it. Throughout our years in yeshivah, we were hardly separated from one another. From early-morning learning to late-night mischief, we were a team, for better or for worse.
It is written that a person’s mazal is the determining fac tor in whether he winds up being a mohel. If anyone ever doubted that, Mordechai was Exhibit A of its veracity. From the time he was a little boy, he and everyone else knew he would be a mo hel. And I don’t just mean serve as a mohel or be among those who perform this particular mitzvah; I mean truly be a mo hel, one whose very essence is this sacred commandment.
In our bachur-ish years, we learned in a mid-sized ye shivah situated in a small yeshivah com munity. Life in town revolved around the yeshivah, and there was not much to do other than be a talmid yeshivah. As you can imagine, the food in yeshivah was nothing to write home about — unless you were writing a scathing one-star re view. Thus, whenever there was a bris in town, the bachurim understandably all clamored to enjoy the catered tuna sal ad scoops and lox rather than our meager breakfast, which led to the yeshivah banning us from going to any bris milah
But Mordechai was allowed to join any bris he wanted. Because, of course, he was. I think that in the years we learned together in yeshivah, only Eliyahu Hanavi himself attended more bris events than Mordechai.
It was his life. And it was his identity, too.
Did I mention that we were like brothers? Well, one night a trivial argument broke out, and tempers flared. When Mordechai said some thing that particularly triggered me, I shot back the most biting comment my brain could muster to express my displeasure. In the heat of the moment, I told
I THINK THAT IN THE YEARS WE LEARNED TOGETHER IN YESHIVAH, ONLY ELIYAHU HANAVI HIMSELF ATTENDED MORE BRIS EVENTS THAN MORDECHAI.
Mordechai, “I will not hire you as my children’s mohel!”
Stunned silence reigned. At first taken aback, he quickly composed himself and calmly responded, “Well, perhaps you won’t have any boys, and it won’t even be relevant.”
I probably should have apologized right then and there, but wounded teenage egos are not known for their ratio nal decision-making. Our heavy words lingered in the air for a while, but our bond was too close to be severed by a few words. We very soon returned to yeshivah-business as usual. And that bitter exchange? Well, it didn’t really mean anything.
Or so I thought.
As a good chassidish boy, I got married at a young age to a girl from a chashuv family. We were soon blessed with a beautiful baby girl, and our joy knew no bounds. When we welcomed a second girl, we rejoiced in each of them having a sister, certain that life still had many more bundles of joy in store for us.
Another year saw another daughter born. I know what you are thinking because I was starting to think it too, al though I wouldn’t say it out loud. In due time, a fourth child was brought home from the hospital wrapped in pink, and I could no longer suppress those thoughts.
Yes, we were incredibly blessed. But we desperately yearned for a boy who would enable us to perform the mitz
vos of pru urvu and bris milah, someone who would continue to carry our last name. We just wanted to complete our fam ily with the addition of a ben zachar
As much as I tried to convince myself that the years-old exchange had no bearing on my situation, I knew in my heart of hearts that there was only one thing left to do. And I owed it to myself, my eishes chayil and my future children to make things right.
Mordechai could not have been more gracious during that fateful call. In his cordial and even-tempered style, he told me that he forgave me and wished that I be blessed with not just one boy, but many. And he added a detail: He would love to be their mohel.
Today, I am the father of over a dozen children, ka”h. A significant number of them — all, actually, from our fifth and on — are chassidish yungeleit leading lives we are so grate fully proud of. I have spent my life instilling many values and virtues in them, as well as in the hundreds of children who have passed through my classroom. But there is one lesson I hope will never need to be articulated to them as clearly as it was to me:
Shomer piv uleshono, shomer mitzaros nafsho — He who guards his mouth and tongue, protects himself from dis tress.
WE JUST WANTED TO COMPLETE OUR FAMILY WITH THE ADDITION OF A BEN ZACHAR.
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It was a sunny, peaceful day when a loud fight erupted in the playground. Yossi was once again in the middle of it all. He was crying and shouting at the same time, saying that it was his turn to dance with the Torah. The chil dren had brought out an old stuffed Torah and were taking turns dancing with it. The other children seemed daunted by Yossi’s antics and gave in.
Yossi was given the Torah, and he danced and sang with grace and feeling, closing his eyes, lifting his hands up to ward the heavens. No one dared to stop Yossi, as he appeared to be in a happy trance. When the teacher announced it was time to go inside, Yossi had another meltdown, with more tears. This time he was kicking and screaming as he lay on the ground, inconsolable.
“The gates of tears never close” – Brachos 32
Yossi was the youngest in the class. He was the smallest in size, with the loudest voice and most intense personal ity. His eyes burned with fierce determination, and he was always “on fire.” His teacher had been trying to get him services for a good portion of the year. She confided in me that his personality and emotional outbursts seemed to be throw ing off the entire class. When I met Yossi, he was almost five years old and would soon be aging out of the program. His teacher requested that I help Yossi with emotional regulation in the short time we had together.
I first observed Yossi before beginning to work with him. He could almost always be found in the dramatic play center. His favorite dress-up clothes were an old, tattered shtreimel and a bekeshe that was missing a few buttons. Yossi would reenact rituals such as making Kiddush or Havdalah, and he loved to dance like a rebbe. His rendition was precise, real and full of emotion. It was clear that Yossi was imitating what he saw at home and in shul. He also connected to Yiddishkeit in an emotional way, with all of his heart and soul. This connection would be sure to prove important as Yossi grew older.
Though my job was to help regulate Yossi’s emotions, I didn’t want to extinguish them. Emotions are an essential part of all humans. Without them, life would be bland and boring. How you feel about something usually guides your behavior. Emo tions emanate as sensations in the body, and feelings are influ enced by our emotions.
As as aside, I am often baffled when watching adults tell a child to stop crying. Usually the child cries louder and harder when yelled at to stop. Crying is an important tool; it is a call for help. A child’s first means of communication is through cry ing. It’s only natural to want to calm a child down when they feel angry or cheer them up every time they feel sad. Howev er, it can sometimes be appropriate to allow the child to deal with uncomfortable emotions on their own, so they don’t grow to depend on others to regulate their moods. Kids who under stand their feelings and know how to deal with them are more resilient. Emotions are much more powerful than thoughts, and feelings can override even the strongest parts of our in tellect. Negative emotions matter and are important too. They
help us survive. Fear activates the fight-or-flight response, anger tells us to attack, and guilt may teach us to learn from our mistakes. No one wants to be sad or angry, but these feelings exist, have a purpose, and need to be ac cepted.
In my attempt to help Yossi, I called his moth er and had a long con versation with her. We went through a list of questions regarding Yossi’s behavior at home. We also went through the the TABS Assessment Tool, a norm-referenced tool designed to identify temperament and self-regulation problems that can indicate that a child is developing atypically or is at risk for atypical development.
Yossi’s mother seemed ashamed of Yossi’s display of emo tions and behavior. She was quick to mumble something about her husband being the same way. It was clear that she felt over whelmed by both her husband and her son.
I tried to make her comfortable by schmoozing about life in general. We got more specific as the conversation progressed, and we discussed the important role emotions play in one’s in ner monologue. Feelings are real and need to be acknowledged, validated and sometimes addressed. I encouraged her to let Yossi live in the moment and feel emotions as they washed over him. We discussed helping Yossi identify emotions and feel ings when he was calm enough to do so. I also encouraged her to allow Yossi to experience and feel emotions without dictat ing how he should be feeling. Finally, we spoke about the need for strong routines, structure and limits in order to maintain a warm and stable environment
I told Yossi’s mother that Yossi possessed many positive qualities. He could grow to be a great leader. He already had many necessary qualities, including creativity, passion, intel lectual abilities and a strong vision. We needed to teach Yossi more about self-awareness, empathy and flexibility. He could learn how to be a team player and how to shine with resilience when faced with adversity. Indeed, Yossi was exploding with potential; it simply had to be channeled properly.
The first step was to identify basic emotions. We created flashcards with pictures of Yossi demonstrating different emo tions. We hung the pictures on the wall in the therapy room, and later used them to reference how Yossi was feeling. We also painted emojis in Yossi’s journal. This was a relaxed and fun activity, as Yossi related well to emojis. Most importantly, we worked on creating an emotional toolkit for Yossi. This includ ed a range of techniques and tools Yossi could use to cope with
HIS RENDITION WAS PRECISE, REAL AND FULL OF EMOTION. IT WAS CLEAR THAT YOSSI WAS IMITATING WHAT HE SAW AT HOME AND IN SHUL.
emotions. Sometimes strong emo tions feel overwhelming and difficult to deal with. Preparing an emotional toolkit can help process difficult emo tions.
In order to give him a tangible outlet, we created sensory boxes con taining Yossi’s favorite items to help him self-regulate, regain a normal heart rate, and calm down. These boxes contained sensory items that would help him feel grounded by feel ing, smelling, hearing or practicing breathing. We left one box in school and made one box for him to bring home.
Yossi’s teacher and I collaborated and created group activities to work on emotions. This proved very helpful for Yossi, as his peers provided him with a view of how emotions looked from a different perspective. It was fun to do things as a group. Together we created games and materials for Yossi and his friends to learn from and enjoy: an emotions matching game, masks with different feelings, and wooden dolls painted with di verse expressions.
Soon Yossi’s emotional vocabulary grew, and he became more aware of himself and his surroundings. When Yossi felt overwhelmed by stimuli, he would go over to his sensory box and calm down on his own. Though it took work and modeling, Yossi learned to be empathetic, to see the needs of oth ers. He also was able to share and take turns more easily. Overall, he was happy, more verbal, and at last, calm and content.
On the day that services ended, Yossi came to school with a small box and a note of thanks from his mother. Inside the box was a thin gold bracelet. Though a number of years have passed, I still wear the bracelet. Sometimes, when things are challenging, I touch the bracelet and feel uplifted. I remember the little boy who had the courage and simple faith to feel with all his heart and soul.
Fayge Holtzberg, M.S.Ed., is a certified bilingual special educator. She has been working in the community as a consultant, evaluator and therapist for over twenty years. Mrs. Holtzberg can reached at Fayge18@gmail.com.
With over 300 breeds of goats worldwide, goats serve many different purposes and have contributed a lot to civilization. Goats were one of the first animals to be domesticated back in the day, and are still appreciated today for their milk, meat and hair.
Although the recent food box distributions may have made you think otherwise, cow’s milk actually takes second place in the milk popularity contest. Globally, goat’s milk is the milk of first choice, and for good reason.
Although goat’s milk is dairy just like cow’s milk, it has lower levels of lactose — which means it’s easier for lactose-intolerant people to digest it. Goat’s milk also has more vitamin A, calcium and potassium than cow’s milk.
Goat’s milk is also used to make goat’s milk soap, which is a gentle skin and face cleanser and moisturizer. It’s also a great exfoliator and can reduce acne. Who knew?
Among 300 different breeds, there are bound to be some goat types that have rather fascinating features. One of the more remarkable species of goats is the myotonic goat, also known as the fainting goat. Because of a genetic quirk, the myotonic goat’s muscles freeze and become completely stiff when they get excited or startled. This can often cause them to topple over, which makes it look like they’re fainting. Their muscles return to normal within a few minutes and they go on their merry way, but this little quirk has caused them to be a favorite prank victim.
Myotonic goats are mostly bred as farm goats and as pets. Which is a good thing, because I think they might find it a bit difficult to get away from predators in time...
Goats’ pupils aren’t circular like those of human eyes; their pupils are rectangular. This gives them the ability to see 320 to 340 degrees around them without moving their head, compared to us humans who have a vision range of 160 to 210 degrees.
Although you’ll come across goats on farms and in petting zoos, there are still around 36 species of goats that are wild in the mountainous regions of Asia, Africa, North America and Europe.These goats are agile and quick, and can be seen prancing around on treacherous territory. They’re able to climb trees, and really almost any surface, to get food and move around.
New York City, well known for its many beautiful parks (well, they’re trying), realized a few years ago that they had a problem. Riverside Park, located in the Upper West Side next to the Hudson River, was overgrown with weeds, but sloped down sharply very close to the water, which made it impossible to weed.
Enter Skittles, Cheech, Elenor, and Big G — four goats from upstate New York who now get brought down every summer to hang out in Riverside Park.The goats are able to navigate the steep inclines and enjoy munching on the weeds that human gardeners aren’t able to access. This landscaping maintenance plan is eco-friendly, budget-friendly and friendly-friendly, with many park visitors eager to interact with these fuzzy groundskeepers.
That cozy cashmere sweater you just bought for the winter comes from… a goat! Goats grow soft, downy fibers on their underbelly, and those are used to make cashmere. Unlike sheep, which are usually sheared, the goats’ downy fuzz is combed off and spun into yarn. This is done so the fibers stay long, which prevents pilling in the final products. Manufacturers looking to cut corners often mix shorter fibers with the long ones. To test the quality of cashmere, rub it on your hand and see if the threads start pilling and rolling up. If that happens, you know the product was made using cheaper short fiber.
Cashmere is expensive because the process of separating the silky down from the rest of the goat’s coarser hairs is done by hand, and it’s incredibly difficult and time-consuming. It also takes these fine hairs from around four goats to make just one sweater!
Pashmina wool is also considered cashmere, but it’s even finer than typical cashmere. While cashmere can be made from the downy fibers of most goat breeds, pashmina is made only from Changthangi goats, which are found in high regions in India.
The name originates from the Norse, German and Swedish words kizzi, kitze and kidd, all of which refer to a young goat.
IT AIN’T A FREE COUNTRY. THE KING’S WORD IS THE LAW OF THE LAND.
RECAP: THREE YEARS HAVE PASSED. YOSEF AND RACHEL HAVE BEEN ADOPTED BY THE LOCAL BLACKSMITH, SHIMON HATZAFONI. HE BRINGS THEM LUNCH, WHICH YOSEF SETS ON A DEVICE HE CALLS THE LUNCH LAUNCHER. IT’S SUPPOSED TO BRING THE FOOD TO HIM, BUT INSTEAD, IT LAUNCHES THEIR LUNCH INTO THE SKY!
AND MY WORD IS THE LAW OF THIS ALLEY!
UH, YONI, I DON’T THINK WE SHOULD BE TRAVELING THIS WAY. IT’S A DANGEROUS NEIGHBORHOOD!
HURT
NONSENSE,
PLEASE, SIR, DON’T HURT US!
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Seeking detail oriented & motivated young man to assist with sales, order processing and customer care. Excellent written & spoken English necessary, must be computer literate. Interesting and fast paced industry with lots of potential for growth for the right employee. Please note this is an in office position located in Airmont NY on Route 59 and we prefer someone who lives local. Email resume: Job4fulltime@gmail.com
Earn up to $10,000 per month + bonuses working from home and helping Frum students earn their college degrees in a Kosher environment in their own home. Skills necessary: A good working knowledge of gmail, a desire to help students between the ages of 18 - 25, and a warm and friendly personality. Please email all resumes or inquiries to supershevi36@ gmail.com
Upscale jewelry store in monsey is looking to hire a part time energetic sales lady. Sunday’s included. Please email resume: jewelrypersonal@gmail.com
Clothing store in Monsey is looking for a motivated woman/girl for saleshelp. Pls call 845-642-7965
FULL TIME POSITIONS
Heimishe office in Monsey looking to hire for multiple full-time positions, graduate/ entry level ok. Please email resume: sammy@ sammysconsulting.com or call 845-603-8206
monseyschool21@gmail.com
Well established business Seeking eCommerce/ Amazon, eBay, Walmart Account Manager. Experience necessary,
must be proficient with excel. Great opportunity with tremendous potential for growth. Willing to train. Must be organized and motivated with good communication skills. Send resume to david@ahdealsinc. com
150+ JOB OPENINGS! Stop wasting your time going through all the jobs classifieds. Simply email your resume to Info@ SwiftStaffingGroup.com to explore your options & maximize your career. Or Call/Text/ WhatsApp 732-800-7633
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One slot available, 3 months+. 9:45-3:00. 845-826-2185
Licensed Psychologist providing individual psychotherapy with adolescents and adults. Immediate telehealth availability on weekdays, Motzei Shabbos, and Sundays. Jonathan Keigher, Ph.D. Call/text 212-729-1080
On demand Torah lectures Video-Audio-download All for free Computer or App for iPhone/Android Or Hotline 718-298-2077. YiddishHebrew - English
Mr. Wertzberger’s Music School offering music lessons on the phone, ages 9-15 boys and girls. Try it free! 718-4351923
Is your child still in the same place after all that tutoring?Join Arrowsmith, a research based program that strengthens the brain and eliminates learning disabilities. Call Mrs Feuer 914-260-6449
and music theory by Miriam Ungar. Now accepting Children’s Waiver. Please call 845.502.1971
“Change your Water.. Change your life” Alkaline - AntiOxidant - Super Hydrating Call for FREE supply and feel AMAZING! 917-681-0003
Great prices. Call Miri 845426-7561
Baby Layettes (845) 213-3646
Layettes Text 718-551-1732
Doula 845-587-1649
Labor Bag 347-604-3274
Pidyon Haben Accessories 845642-7256
Pidyon Haben 845-659-6704
Pidyon Haben Gemach 845356-3568
Formula 347-267-3640 Or 216889-3643
Neocate Formula 718-853-4090
Carseats, Bassinet & Pack N Plays. 425-1202
Carseats, Pack N Plays, Strollers, Pumps 845.425.6826
Doona Car Seat 845-445-7474
Brass Iron Bassinet 917-2804559
Preemie Clothing 845-520-0475
The Preemie Box 845.664.5768
Or 718.688.5814
Baby Scale 845-578-5639
Baby Headphone 845 356 6797 Or 845 558 9370
Baby Scales 845-694-8985
Easy birth from Koznitzer Maggid 917-514-9461
Brissim
Bris Accessories 617-955-3630
Bris Accessories 845 425 8359
Bris Accessories 425 3873
Bris Accessories 425-6574
Bris Accessories 356-6215
Blue Light 845.425.1919
Poya and bris outfit w/ tefillos 845-425-0672
Pillow/Benchers 845-213-0602
Knife Sharpening For Mohalim 718-384-6214
Segula Stone 347-699-6418
Preemie Outfit 845.558.7065
Krias Shema Board With Stand 425-4540
Free Mohel 347-383-5696
Simcha
Gowns 845-517- 8808
Mother & Sister Gowns 845-4267496 Or 845-352-3031.
Gown And Petticoats 347-2781278
White Dresses 845-371-1765
Floral Bisomim 845-629-2785.
Hats $25. 347-351-1604
Elegant Hats 845-517-0838.
Bands & Berets 845-371-3556
Tichel 845-548-0014
Mechitza’s, Tables, Chairs Etc. Call 845-445-8015
Hot Water Urns 845-425-9211
Ear-Plugs 845-202-0105. Toys 845-578-6513
Toys 917-538-3453.
Clics 845-352-5820
Tablecloths (845) 371 2105
Tablecloth 352-8292
Tablecloths 352-8292
Gold Chargers 845-573-9772
shelves, stands, trays & center
pieces 845-425-1721
Siddurs. Sfard: 845-608-7830
Ashkenaz: 845 352 1756 Or 845826-6718
Siddur/Chumash 558.4774
Benchers 845-642-0910
Bentchers 347-404-2204 Bechers 845-377-5671
Becher, Challah Deklich, Zemiros 845-425-0498
Coat Rack And Hangers 845356-9841
Chuppa Cards 347-278-1278
Chupah Cards 845.222.0456
Chuppah Tefillos Booklets. 845213-0602.
Wedding Kit 845-425-2036
Wedding Kit 845-371-2947
Simcha Powder Room Kit 845263-4342
Accessories Basket 845-3716857
Children Hair Pieces 3473001679
Portable Chuppah 845-4254790
Umbrellas 216-470-9841
Sound System 917-382-8809
Evening Bags 845-549-2929
Shmiras Halashon Cards 5370069
Earplugs for Simchos 845-3281071
22 qt crockpots, big hot plates, big pots, perculator 8453238570
Kallah
Yom Hachuppah Cd 845-3522560
Crowns, veils, shoes, capes 426-0767
Headpieces, Tiaras, Veils 845425-4221
White Sneakers 917-613-6579
White Shoes 845-200-0211
Kallah Hand Bouquet 845-4593567
Dress your kallah stress free. Book 1 week in advance 518306-1167
Bridal Shower (845) 248-4218 Misc
Ribbis Question? 347-977-0628
Notary Public 347-228-8825
Fix necklines 845-238-6691
Hairstyling 845-540-3731
Hair styling 845-502-6558
Haircuts & Styling 845-352-8101/ 845-499-3218
Haircutting/Styling 845-2637057
Haircutting & Styling 845-4225337
Hospital Supplies 746-8293
Hospital Gown 845-425-8687
Hospital Gown 845-426-4695
Hospital Gowns 845-356-5364
Medical Equipment Email Slmw50@Gmail.com
DVDS & players for Cholim/ Homebound 425-2660
Simcha Maternity 845-425-1725
Bed Rest? Laundry Help. 2137437
Maternity Clothing 845-4459687
Maternity Coat Text Only 8455212912
Twin Boppy Pillows (845) 4459298
Proposal Gemach 347-277-4072
Gps & Waze 845-352-2588 (Minimal Fee)
Kosher Waze 845.587.1708
Roof Carriers 845-659-1863.
Pack N Play Sheets Included. Text: 845-216-4885
Pack n plays 845-426-1177/ 347631-8183
Beautiful nishmas cards 845729-7390
Poya (outfit, hat, booties) 845425-0672
Help-a-mom. to volunteer call 347-977-6816
Phones For Emergencies. 845213-8664
Reflectors 845-356-0815
Reflectors 347-977-6816
Feeding Supplies 845-366-6398
Mezuzos 587-4533
Moving Boxes Text (845) 6415536
Boxes 845-425-6826 Or 845608-7830
Boxes 845-642-5286
Boxes Text (845) 641-5536
Heaters 845 362 8666
Air Mattresses 9176537170
Air mattress gemach Text/ WhatsApp 9087831676
Pack n Plays 845-426-1177
Suitcases 845-371-9121
Bike Racks 845-659-1863.
Opwdd Sd Advice Email Slfy dhm@Gmail.com
Computer Advice (862) 248-1931 Loans 347-385-1408
Moving Help packing/unpacking 845-281-5900
Digital Cameras 8264062
Phone With Service 845-4457422
Eczema Cream 845-274-7858
Single parent? Help with shop ping etc. 516-203-2616
Yiddish & English Poems 845587-3018
Shabbos lamps (914) 391-3787
Lev Simcha music groups/visits 8456082676
sefer torah 347-598-0357
Free-shalom bayis 845-213-0602
Mezuzos 845-540-1802
Drop in babysitter - (845) 4459391
laminators & paper cutters msg 845-263-7115
Kendamil formula 914-523-0592
Hachnosas Kallah loan gemach 347-415-1525
Costume Used or new 8455380990
PETTICOATS FOR RENT! Enhance your gown with just the right petticoat! Kids and adults petticoats for rent! In the Bates area. Please Call or text between 8:30-10pm 845-746-7248
!הלכ בוט לזמ And dear yiddishe mother. Give your daughter the gift of a lifetime of happiness & תיב םולש with the marriage summit, 18 life changing classes with top marriage experts. For less than the price of a תוכרב עבש outfit, have the peace of mind knowing that your daughter has the tools, הפקשה & resources to be happily married. Call 929-286-9900 #2 or www.chanyfelberbaum.com
--In The Comfort of Home-- *Swedish *Deep Tissue *Lymph *Craniosacral Therapy Call Sarah: 845-596-1373
Biggest selection of balloons for all occasions in the Weiner drive area call 8454223988/ Flyhighbal@gmail.com
For all your custom closets please call or text 1347.522.4872
Keyboard lessons By Miri. Great Prices! Call 845-426-7561 or 845-263-6437
See our ad inside! Call us to schedule the build and takedown of your sukkah. A professional and reliable company. Momo: (845) 300-8538 Dovid: (718) 541-8983
Dryer vent cleaning & installation safe & reliable 845.376.4283
Minivan service. Specializing in shopping trips, including Bingo. $30 door to door, up to 7 boxes. Call David 917-541-4852
Get your professional resume within 48 hours! Email empiricalresumes@gmail. com / call 845-445-9227
GARTLECH
we fix knitted & crochet Gartlech & make beautiful professional fringes. We also teach how to knit & crochet. call: 917-414-3281
DEBT RELIEF having trubble with finances? join Debtors Anonymous Tuesday night @ 19 Robert Pitt # 113 , 7:30-8:30pm. visit www. debtorsanonymous.org
12 years experience. Wide selection. Call/text: 845-5387986
Of toys, arts & crafts, or supplies, in good condition, for a Heimishe Moised. Call 845.500.3100
GOWN FOR RENT
Silver/Grey colored gown size 2-4 8455380391
GIRLS CHASUNAH GOWN
Very Elegant, Winter White trimmed with Black Velvet, girls size 12/14 for sale. Please Call 845-709-7161.
MOTHER OF BRIDE
Beautiful mother of bride gown for sale. Black and white. Size 10-12. Great price. Call/text 347-760-4649.
BLACK MATERNITY GOWN
Size XS gown for rent/sale. Call/text 646-334-6582
NAVY GOWN
Magnificent navy gown for rent. Size 2-4. 845-721-9265
GOWNS FOR SALE
2 beautiful mauve sister of bride dresses, size 2 & 8. Mother of bride gray / blue dress. Great price. Negociable. 845-578-1885
Adorable gold gown by Dassy available to buy or rent.
Toddler size 4. Call 422-5596 for more info
Beautiful girls off white children’s lace gowns 2 styles for rent multiple sizes please call / text 845-558 -0276
Lost something? Found something? The Daily Return: Call/text: 845-538-0193, Email: monseydailyreturn@gmail. com
Diamond earring in New Square 845-709-0932
Sheitel macher company is looking for a coordinator/ secretary. For more details pls call 845-662-3004
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