More reminiscing
Time for more reminiscing ... saying kedusha at mincha reminded me of visiting my bubby a"h when I was growing up...(I was at mincha after RAbbi G's shabbos shuva drasha)...my bubby's second husband, whom I never knew since he was niftar when I was a toddler was a chassidishe rebbe who had a shul in Boro Park - a shtiebel ... my bubby maintained the shtiebel, by herself until she was nifteres in 1976. the first floor was the shul, a big dining room (the ezras nashim on shabbos) and the kitchen. all the other living areas (living room, bedrooms etc) were up one flight of stairs...we used to visit Bubby Z almost every sunday, and many times I would visit for Shabbos and/or Yom Tov. Well...I got to know the shortened kedusha very well, by heart...for everytime we were there that there was a minyan and they were up to kedusha, we stopped what we were doing, stood up and said kedusha...
I remember visiting for shabbosim, before my single uncle was married and before he was in the army...and he used to serve Bubby's "kiddush"...the same thing every shabbos...piping hot lukshen kugel (kept in the oven all night long)...what we used to call "vanilla" and "chocolate"..the vanilla kugel was an ordinary salt and pepper thin lukshen kugel and the "chocolate" was a very sweet almost Yerushalmy kugel...and soft "nahit"...for those who don't know what "nahit" is...it's arbis or chick peas...there probably was herring and kichel too...but I just remember my uncle and his cronies cutting the kugel in the kitchen and then serving it to the baalei batim...
I have wonderful memories of Bubby Z...when my turn came to be a grandmother I knew I wanted to be called "Bubby" because of my memories of her...
She was an excellent seamstress...if only I would have saved those beautiful wool pleated skirts she made me for my daughters...she would walk down 13th Ave in Boro Park...look in the window of the children's shop (the name I cannot remember) and then go home and without a pattern, copy the dress/jumper/skirt in the window...the only thing she ever refused to make me was a purple pleated skirts...purple has been my favorite color forever...and she wouldn't make me a "fad" color...so that was the first skirt I ever bought..I must have been about 13 years old!! what memories...may her memory be a blessing to us all and may she be a meilitza yosher for us at this time of year.
Tomorrow...memories of Yom Kippurs past!! Gmar Chasima Tova
I remember visiting for shabbosim, before my single uncle was married and before he was in the army...and he used to serve Bubby's "kiddush"...the same thing every shabbos...piping hot lukshen kugel (kept in the oven all night long)...what we used to call "vanilla" and "chocolate"..the vanilla kugel was an ordinary salt and pepper thin lukshen kugel and the "chocolate" was a very sweet almost Yerushalmy kugel...and soft "nahit"...for those who don't know what "nahit" is...it's arbis or chick peas...there probably was herring and kichel too...but I just remember my uncle and his cronies cutting the kugel in the kitchen and then serving it to the baalei batim...
I have wonderful memories of Bubby Z...when my turn came to be a grandmother I knew I wanted to be called "Bubby" because of my memories of her...
She was an excellent seamstress...if only I would have saved those beautiful wool pleated skirts she made me for my daughters...she would walk down 13th Ave in Boro Park...look in the window of the children's shop (the name I cannot remember) and then go home and without a pattern, copy the dress/jumper/skirt in the window...the only thing she ever refused to make me was a purple pleated skirts...purple has been my favorite color forever...and she wouldn't make me a "fad" color...so that was the first skirt I ever bought..I must have been about 13 years old!! what memories...may her memory be a blessing to us all and may she be a meilitza yosher for us at this time of year.
Tomorrow...memories of Yom Kippurs past!! Gmar Chasima Tova
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