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The Little Challah Roll

Posted on Friday, 7, January, 2022Thursday, 4, January, 2024 by Rabbi

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman who were very poor and had nothing at all to their name. And they kept getting poorer and poorer till there was nothing left to eat in the house, not even a loaf of bread.

The old man told his wife, “Do bake us a little challah roll, old woman! If you scrape out the flour-box and sweep out the bin, you’ll have enough flour.”

So the old woman scraped out the flour-box and swept out the bin, she made some dough and she shaped a little round little challah roll out of it. She then lit the oven, baked the little challah roll and put it on the window sill to cool. But the little challah roll jumped out of the window and onto the bench outside, and from the bench onto the ground, and away it rolled down the road!

On and on it rolled, and it met a lion coming toward it.

“I’m going to eat you up, little Round challah roll!” called the lion.

“Don’t do that, noble king of beasts, let me sing you a song instead,” said little round challah roll.

“All right, let’s hear it!”

“Here it is!

“I was scraped from the flour-box
And swept from the bin
And baked in the oven
And cooled on the sill.
I ran away from Zadie,
I ran away from Bubbie,
And I’ll run away from you, this minute I will!”

And off it rolled and away. By and by it met a bear coming toward it.

“I’m going to eat you up, little round challah roll!” called the bear.

“Don’t do that, powerful bear, let me sing you a song instead.”

“All right, let’s hear it!”

“I was scraped from the flour-box
And swept from the bin
And baked in the oven
And cooled on the sill.
I ran away from Zadie,
I ran away from Bubbie,
And I’ll run away from you, this minute I will!”

And away it rolled.

By and by it met a leopard coming toward it.

“I’m going to eat you up, little round challah roll!” called the leopard.

“Don’t do that, fearsome leopard, I’ll sing you a song instead!”

“All right, let’s hear it!”

“I was scraped from the flour-box
And swept from the bin
And baked in the oven
And cooled on the sill.
I ran away from Zadie,
I ran away from Bubbie,
And I’ll run away from you, this minute I will!”

And away it rolled and away!

By and by it met a great horned beast coming toward it.

“I’m going to eat you up, little round challah roll!” called the great horned beast.

“Don’t do that, great horned beast, I’ll sing you a song instead.”

“All right, let’s hear it!”

“I was scraped from the flour-box
And swept from the bin
And baked in the oven
And cooled on the sill.
I ran away from Zadie,
I ran away from Bubbie,
And I’ll run away from you, this minute I will!”

“Sing some more, please, don’t stop!” the great horned beast said. “Hop onto my tongue, I can hear you better.”

Little round challah roll jumped onto the great horned beast’s tongue and began to sing:

“I was scraped from the flour-box
And swept from the bin”

But before it could go on, the great horned beast opened its mouth and – snap! -it gobbled it up.

based on Russian folktale

Challah

Little Challah Rolls Recipe

Ingredients

1 package active dry yeast

4 egg yolks and water to make 1 Cup

¼ cup granulated sugar

3¼ cups all-purpose flour

¼ cup vegetable oil

1¼ teaspoon salt

1 egg lightly beaten, for egg wash

2 tablespoons sesame seeds optional

Instructions

In a small bowl, combine the eggs, water, sugar and yeast. Give it a gentle stir and allow to rest in a warm spot for about 10 minutes, or until foamy and frothy.

In a large bowl, combine the flour, salt, oil, and yeast mixture. Stir with a wooden spoon until dough comes together. It should be shaggy. Dump the dough onto a lightly floured work surface, and knead for about 5 to 7 minutes, working in more flour as needed, until it forms into a soft and smooth dough.

Form the dough into a ball and place it into a large bowl that has been oiled. Turn the dough over to coat both sides. Cover loosely with a damp towel or plastic wrap and allow to rest in a warm spot for about 1 hour, or until doubled in size. Punch the dough down and allow to rest for another 45 minutes.

Turn out the dough onto a lightly floured work surface. Knead a couple of times. Cut into 8 to 10 even pieces. Cover loosely with a damp towel. Working with one piece at a time, roll the dough into a long rope. Then twist it around and tie it, tucking the ends underneath. Place the braided rolls onto a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Continue until all the rolls are braided. Cover with damp towel or plastic wrap and allow to rest while 45 minutes to 1 hour.

Heat oven to 350°F. Brush the rolls with egg wash and sprinkle with sesame seeds. Bake for about 25 to 30 minutes or until golden brown. Remove from oven and allow to cool for about 30 minutes before eating.

Daniel 7: 2-7

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The Rabbi and the Wagon Driver

Posted on Wednesday, 5, January, 2022Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

The children of a rabbi and a wagon driver were set to be married. Since the in-laws lived faraway from one another, they agreed to hold the wedding in a city midway between their two respective towns.

On the day of the wedding, the rabbi thought to himself, “If I arrive at the wedding dressed in my long silk caftan and my shtreimel I will embarrass my mechutan (in-law), who will be dressed as a simple wagon driver.”

The rabbi changed his fine clothes and put on the plain clothing customarily worn by wagon drivers. On his feet he wore boots, and on his head, an ordinary cap.

shtreimel.

What the rabbi did not know was his mechutan had a similar train of thought. “My mechutan is a rabbi and will wear fine clothing to the wedding,” he said to himself. “Should I then be dressed like a sim­ple wagon driver? How inappropriate that would be”

He hurried to dress in a striking silk caftan and a regal shtreimel.

When the two of them arrived at the wedding, everyone thought that the wagon driver was a rabbi and the rabbi a wagon driver.

The same thing can be applied to the galus (long exile) in which we suffer. We have seen our exile give lead to confusion and even turnarounds. The world observed the deeds of the Jewish people and realized that they are upright and proper. Many communities try their best to model and em­ulate our fine character traits. However, much to our dismay and shame, the Jewish people, in turn, have learned from values of many other communities, imitating their ways, and abandoning the basis of our deeds – Torah.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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The Rabbi, The Businessman and Learning

Posted on Monday, 3, January, 2022Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

We mention the Patriarchs (Avraham (Abraham), Yitzchak (Isaac) and Yaakov (Jacob)) at the beginning of the Shemoneh Esrei not only to remember and praise their merits but also to challenge ourselves to try to be like them.

Once a beloved and holy rabbi was learning with his students in the beis medrash (study hall) just before the prayers that welcome in the holy Shabbos (Kabbolas Shabbos). Suddenly a stranger entered the beis medrash. From the way he was dressed, it was obvious that he was a very successful businessman. After sitting down, he asked one of the students to point out the holy rabbi. When the student did so, the businessman’s face suddenly went pale.

After the prayers were over, the man approached the holy rabbi and greeted him. The holy rabbi politely returned the greeting, assuming the man was a stranger. Then the man looked straight into the holy rabbi’s eyes and asked him “Do you know who I am? I was your chavrusa (study partner) over thirty years ago.”

The holy rabbi looked at him closely and said, “Of course I recognize you, I am eternally grateful to you, because you are the one who helped me develop my potential in learning.”

After they chatted for a while, the businessman said, “I feel devastated. Look at you, you are now a holy rabbi, respected by all and held in high esteem as a talmid chacham (Torah scholar well versed in Jewish religious law). Yet we both know that when we were students, I was the one who helped you and explained the finer points of our beloved teacher and rabbi’s lessons. How can you ex­plain why you developed so much in learning, while I just stagnated?”

Ari haKodesh

The holy rabbi thought for a few moments and replied, “Do you remember that when we were students, there was a library in a room next to the study hall? In that library was a copy of the biography of Ari haKodesh (Rabbi Yitzchok Luria). When you read that biography, I remember how awed you were. You came out of the reading room with your eyes shining and declared, `He was really a great rabbi and a guiding light for his generation!’ When I finished reading that biography, however, I said to myself that the life of holy rabbi was proof of the great heights a person can reach. I decided without delay that I, too, would aspire to emulate him and try to become a great leader and rabbi. This strong drive helped me to realize my potential and develop beyond my greatest expectations. That is the difference between us. I was not satisfied to simply acknowledge that he was a great rabbi and a guiding light for his generation, but I wanted to become one myself.”

Similarly, when we come to the point in our prayers when we mention the merits of our Patriarchs, it is not enough to simply acknowledge their greatness. We must also take upon ourselves the challenge and try to emulate them. Thus, we say, “When will my deeds reach the level of the Avos?” Even though we may not ever reach their level, we can consider it a great accomplishment to at least try to follow in their footsteps.

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The Power of Faith and an Oath

Posted on Wednesday, 29, December, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Keep far from a false word” (Exodus 23:7).

There were once two brothers who lived in the south of the land; and they were very wealthy. One of them married, while the other devoted his life to serving the Holy One, blessed be He with all his heart, with all his soul and with all his might (Deuteronomy 6:5). He mourned the destruction of the Holy Temple in Jerusalem saying: “The Temple of the Holy One, blessed be He has been destroyed, so I shall likewise be destroyed and shall not take a wife, nor shall I rejoice in the world. Since the Holy Temple is like a mourner, I shall also behave like a mourner.”

On every occasion he used to go to his brother to wish him well. Once he went to his brother’s house to wish him well and did not find him there. Now that day his brother’s wife was washing her garments and had taken off her jewelry which was worth more than ten thousand dinars; and she placed it in front of her. When her husband’s brother came to wish his brother well, he entered the courtyard and did not find him there. And when his brother’s wife saw him, she went away out of modesty,. There is nothing more desirable than “modesty. “Now there was a lofty tree there, a kind of palm. A certain bird made its nest in the uppermost fronds. When she retired before her brother-in-law, she left her jewels behind. When the good man found nobody there, he went his way; but the bird came down, took the jewels and went and placed them in its nest.

When the husband returned from the market, he found his wife weeping and tearing her hair. “Why are you weeping?” he asked; and she told him: “I was cleaning my clothes and took my jewelry off my neck and placed it down in front of me. A little later I looked for it but could not find it and I do not know who can have stolen it.” “Who entered the courtyard?” asked he. “The only one who came in,” said she, “was your brother and no one else can have taken it.” “Now he has abandoned all the contentment of the world,” said her husband, “and his inheritance and his money and all that belonged to him in order to go and serve the Ever-Present One, may He be blessed, with full love; yet you say that my brother was the one who stole your jewels?” At this, she stood and said: “Take him to the sages and let him swear an oath.” He listened to his wife and went and sought for his brother and then led him to the sages and began to tell them the story: “This and this is what happened.” And they said to him: “If a man abandons all the ease and contentment of this world, can he steal your wife’s jewels? Nobody like this saintly is going to do such a thing.”

Isaiah 10:14 Leviticus 19:12

Now the matter came before Rabban Yochanan ben Zakkai, and he said to the pious brother: “What do you say? Will you take oath?” And he answered: “Yes, I shall swear truly and have no fear of anything.” Then Rabban Yochanan said to him: “Satisfy him with your money and do not take oath!” But he answered: “No, indeed, I must take oath in order that people should not say that I am to be suspected.” And he was prepared to take an oath even though God might punish him for doing so.

Then Rabban Yochanan said to him: “Come back to me tomorrow morning.” And when he himself went home, he prayed: “Lord of the Universe, You are well aware of all that is hidden and You know about this matter. Deliver him from this transgression.” Then he heard a divine echo: “Rabban Yochanan ben Zakkai, go to his brother’s courtyard. There you will see a tree, and in the tree-top you can find the thing of which the man has been suspected.” They went and found it there.

Rabban Yochanan was very astonished at this. Because he had merely said that he would swear to the truth, the pious man who had not robbed or stolen had been punished. How much more so one who swears falsely and profanes the Name of the Holy and Blessed One! That is why the Torah says: “You shall not swear falsely by My Name” (Leviticus 19:12)

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Paving the Way from Yesterday to Tomorrow

Posted on Monday, 27, December, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

For many years, a man worked in a wealthy merchant’s textile shop. For many years, he measured fabrics, cut them, arranged the stock, and cleaned the shop.

One day, the worker passed away, and the merchant offered the job to the man’s son. The son followed in his father’s foot­steps and worked with honesty and loyalty.

Some time later, the son died, and his son, the grandson of the original worker, filled his position.

A week later, the worker entered the merchant’s office holding a list. “I have just made a calculation and figured out that my father and grandfather worked in your store for a total of fifty-two years. That being the case, I am entitled to one thousand rubles, which is due compensation for fifty-two years of labor!”

“It is certainly true,” laughed the merchant, “that they worked in my store for forty-six years, but do you think that they worked for free? How do you think they supported themselves and their families for so many years?”

There are times when we sigh over our state of exile. We note how we have suffered much in this long exile. We mention how even our righteous ancestors groaned beneath the heavy yoke of the exile, and that when the time comes, we will be redeemed in the merit of those who have passed.

 

Yet we forget that our ancestors, holy people of the highest caliber, have already received their reward and con­tinue to receive an abundance of reward in the World of Truth. We must not claim the reward for their faith and good deeds; rather, we ourselves, must wholeheartedly live by our faith and do our own good deeds. Only then will Holy One, blessed be He’s mercy be aroused, leading to our glorious redemption from this world where faith is tested each day.

Stories of Faith

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Holy Dance and Song Before the Shabbos Table

Posted on Wednesday, 22, December, 2021Friday, 22, March, 2024 by Rabbi

Tam and Chacham traveled together and once came to a village on Friday afternoon. As Shabbos began, they sensed the presence in the town of a holy soul radiat­ing great light. The sky was clear and the stars shined brightly as they walked around the village hoping to find the source of that light. As they neared an old house and they saw a bright light coming out of it. They moved closer to an open cracked window and heard a beautiful melody and saw a man dancing round a table. And strangest of all, his wife was seated at the table as he sang and danced. Tam and Chacham walked around the outside of the old house until they came to the door. Seeing that the door was slightly open, they went in and saw the man dancing in so much joy before his wife and Shabbos table, which was covered with good food.

The man sang and danced for a long time until he finally stopped and noticed Tam and Chacham. He welcomed his guests warmly and invited them to join him and his wife for the Shabbos meal.

Chacham asked him, “Why do you sing and dance this way before eating?”

The man simply answered, “Before I eat of the wonderful food my wife so carefully and lovingly prepared for Shabbos, I first stand in front of the table and absorb the food’s spiritual essence.”

“Sometimes I become so happy and moved, that I sing and dance.”

What is the food’s “spiritual essence”? It is its divine aspect. A Jewish mystic meditates on how the food has been created and is being kept in existence (like all created things) every minute by G-d’s will. And a person’s profound realization that G-d has created this food to nourish and provide for him leads him to mystic joy.

Salmon Recipe

Sweet and Savory Salmon

INGREDIENTS

1/3 cup Soy Sauce

1 tablespoon Brown Sugar

2 tablespoons Lemon Juice

2-3 cloves Garlic minced

3 tablespoons Honey or Molasses

1-2 pounds Salmon fillet

DIRECTIONS

Mix all ingredients together

Slice salmon fillet into 2-2 1/2″ pieces

Marinade the salmon for 4-8 hours

Place salmon on a drying rack for 1 hour

Bake at 350º for 10 to 15 minutes

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The Treasure of the Heart

Posted on Wednesday, 22, December, 2021Thursday, 26, October, 2023 by Rabbi

A wealthy man was set to start out on a long journey to a distant land. He packed his clothes, other necessities, as well as food for the trip, He then loaded everything into his fine coach.

Before the wealthy man left on his journey, he called his loyal servant and instructed him, “I am leaving my home for an extended period of time, and I am appointing you to faithfully watch over it. I have but one request: that you take great care of my private office, as its contents are very dear to me. Please take extra special care of it!” The servant agreed, and the wealthy man boarded his stagecoach and set off.

As the clouds of dust from the stagecoach settled, the servant entered the house and wondered why the master of the house was so concerned that he ordered the servant to guard his private office. The servant reasoned that an item of immense value must be hidden inside the office.

The servant entered the wealthy man’s office and found a huge wooden chest sitting in the corner that instantly caught his attention.

The servant opened the chest and saw an amazing treasure consisting of gold, silver, precious gems, rubies, and pearls. He was very confused because the entire treasure was covered with mud and grime.

“This is indeed very odd,” the servant thought to himself. “On one hand, my master instructed me to take special care of his precious treasure, yet on the other hand, he himself is so careless with it that he allows it to become filthy with mud and grime.”

Psalm 86:11

So it is with every person who was given a very special treasure. When the time comes for a person to stand in judgment before the Heavenly Court, the innermost parts of their heart are examined. Were the thoughts in the heart pure, and did the person serve the Holy One, blessed be He with goodness and honesty? For the heart is the most precious treasure contained within a person’s body, and if it is revealed that his heart is covered with filth and mud, it is due to the everyday thoughts that fill it.

How terrible will their embarrassment and shame be at that moment? It is for this reason that we pray to the Holy One, blessed be He each and every day, “Teach me Your way, O L-rd, that I may walk in your truth; give me an undivided heart to revere your name.” (Psalm 86:11)

Ribbono shel Olam – Master of the Universe, please make our hearts contain only love and honour for You and not any strange thoughts!

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The Ability to Forget

Posted on Monday, 20, December, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

A merchant once found himself suffering from a great setback. He was heavily in debt to all his friends and ac­quaintances. On one occasion, he sorrowfully poured out his heart to a close friend.

“What shall I do?” he asked. “Everyone is pressuring me and demanding that I repay them.”

“I will give you a piece of advice,” answered the friend. “When the creditors approach you, begin to sing and dance, pretending to have lost your mind. When the creditors see your sorry state, they will realize that it was brought upon by your difficult predicament. They will then leave you alone…”

The man was elated with the clever advice and did as his friend had instructed. Whenever a creditor approached him, he would pretend to be insane, and they would let him be.

Job 11:16

One day, it came time to repay the friend who had advised him, as he, too, had loaned the man a significant sum of money. How­ever when his friend approached him for the money, he began to sing and dance as he had done with the other creditors.

“You fool!” exclaimed the friend. “Was I not the one who advised you on how to escape your creditors? Do you now attempt to use that same advice against me?”

So it is so with people who go about their lives. The Holy One, blessed be He showed kindness to people by granting them the ability to forget, as this enables a person to forget their suffering. Yet people so easily forget the Holy One, blessed be He instead…

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The Haunted Lyra: A Jewish Tale from Greece

Posted on Wednesday, 15, December, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

There was a carpenter in the city of Salonika who was called upon by the chevra kadisha to make a coffin for a man who had died. When the coffin was finished, there was one board left over. The carpenter decided that the wood was so fine and beautiful that he would use it to carve a lyra. That night, however, he had a dream in which the dead man for whom he had made the coffin came to him and warned him not to fashion the wood into a musical instrument. The carpenter recalled this dream when he awoke, but paid no attention to it, as he did all dreams.

That day he started to carve the lyra. He worked very slowly, per­fecting it over a period of weeks. When he was finished, he saw that the lyra was very well made indeed, and he was proud of himself. He polished the wood and strung the lyra and looked forward to the time that he might play it once he had made a bow. That night the dead man came back to him in a dream and again warned him not to play the lyra. But upon waking, the carpenter again ignored the dream.

That day he carved the bow and polished its wood until it shone like that the lyra. It was late at night when the bow was finished, so he decided not to try it out until the next day. That night the dead man came back to him once again, and said he was warning him for the last time not to play the lyra. But when the carpenter awoke, the first thing he did was to pick up the lyra and run the bow across its strings.

Lyra Lyre

A haunting melody rose up, as if on its own, and no sooner had he played but a single song than the room grew dark, “and there was a thick darkness” (Exodus 10:22). The darkness was twice and twice again thicker than the darkness of any other night. The carpenter ran to the window, opened it in confusion, and peered outside, “”And lo, and dread, a darkness, a great one, fell upon him” (Genesis 15:12).

Suddenly a great force from behind, like invisible hands, shoved him out the window. Before he knew it, the carpenter found himself tumbling down, and an instant later he plunged into something soft and treacherous, like mud. With horror he realized it was quicksand, relentlessly sucking him under the earth. It had already reached his arms when he understood how imminent his danger was, and he thrashed about wildly, but it was too late. The quicksand dragged him under as he drew his last breath.

The son of the carpenter found his father’s body lying on the floor of his workshop, a lyra in his hands. That night the same dead man who had warned his father came to the son in a dream and revealed all that had happened and told him “He that mocks the poor insults his Maker” (Proverbs 17:5).

The very next day the son burned the lyra, and as it went up in flames, he heard the voice of the carpenter crying out as if from a great distance. Then he knew that somewhere his soul was no longer tortured.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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A Coat’s Tale

Posted on Monday, 13, December, 2021Tuesday, 20, September, 2022 by Rabbi

Joseph’s father was a tailor and as a young boy Joseph would spend days in his father’s shop, learning how to cut and sew cloth. After some time, Joseph dreamed of a coat he would like to make for himself. He planned just how it would look and what fabrics he would use. He saved up the money he earned from working in his father’s shop. Finally, after many years, he had enough money to buy the fabric he wanted.

When Joseph had the cloth he wanted, he worked on his coat. He spent many nights measuring, cutting, sewing, and pressing, until his fine coat was finished. Joseph was so proud of his coat, he rushed to show it his father. His father looked at every stitch of the coat, smiled and said, “Well done Joseph, you have become a fine tailor”.

Joseph loved his coat very much and wore it through the long, cold winters. The coat kept him very warm. Years passed and one winter, while walking through the snowy marketplace, Joseph saw a woman shivering with only a thin shawl to keep out the cold. Joseph went to her and offered her his coat to keep her warm. He slowly walked her home, talking all the way. Sara was about his age, and Joseph learned they had a lot in common. Two years later they were married.

Joseph opened his own tailor’s shop in the house he shared with his new wife. Winters passed and he always wore his coat. Joseph wore his favorite coat until it was very worn out. One day he picked it up and said sadly to Sara, “This old coat has been so special to me. It was my dream to make it and it also made my father so proud. All those years ago it also helped me to meet you. But now there is nothing left”.

Then Joseph had an idea and looked at his coat very closely. He realized that he had enough left of his favorite coat to make something special. He rushed into the shop and began cutting and sewing. Early the next morning he appeared wearing a jacket, made from the fabric of his old coat.

Joseph loved the jacket greatly, and he wore it often. Time passed and Sara gave birth to two little girls. The following winter, when Joseph saw the first snowflakes start to fall, he rushed outside with his two daughters tucked under his jacket. Together they all played in the falling snow, laughing as the snowflakes landed on their noses and cheeks.

Joseph continued to wear his coat for many years, until Sara noticed that it was looking a bit worn out. Joseph looked sadly at the beloved jacket, “I will never forget how this jacket kept us warm while the twins and I danced together in the first snow.” With a sigh, Joseph looked at his worn-out jacket and then he realized that there was just enough fabric to do something with.

Joseph rushed to the shop. He cut and sewed the fabric from the jacket until he emerged with a neat little cap. It looked so special, he wore it nearly every day.

Years passed and hard times fell on Joseph’s family. They had very little money for food. One day, while walking in the woods, they came across a brier of blackberries. The berries looked so juicy and sweet. They wanted to bring some home with them, but they had nothing to put them in. Then Joseph had an idea and took off his cap and together the family filled it to the brim with blackberries. Back home they made a delicious blackberry pie and at dinner time they enjoyed every bite.

Joseph’s daughters grew up and his cap became threadbare. One day he looked at the treasured cap and saw that it was all worn out and it was beyond repair. Joseph looked at his cap for a long time and then rushed into the shop. He began cutting and sewing. Hours later he emerged wearing a bowtie, made from the fabric he saved from his beloved cap.

Joseph wore his bowtie everywhere. He wore it to his daughters’ weddings. He wore it when he held his first grandchild. When his granddaughter was old enough to talk, she sat on his knee and played with the bowtie. She asked, “Grandpa, do you have a butterfly on your shirt?” He then took off the bowtie and pretended it was a butterfly every time he saw his granddaughter.

One day, when Joseph’s hair was gray, he returned home from the market and Sara asked him “where is your bow-tie?”. He felt his neck, but the bowtie was not there. He quickly retraced his steps through the market but try as he could he did not fine the bowtie. Sadly, Joseph returned to his house and went to bed without eating any dinner.

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The next morning Joseph refused to get out of bed. He just felt so sad without the bowtie. “What’s the use? The cloth I loved so much is gone. It has been with me for so many years but now there is nothing left. Nothing! I have lost so many dear memories.”

Sara quietly left the house and went to visit their daughters. She returned with the grandchildren, who plopped themselves on their grandpa’s bed. But he looked sadly at them, saying “I cannot play today, I am just too sad”.

His daughter turned to him and asked, “Can you please tell us one of the stories about the cloth? Your grandchildren do not know the stories.”

“Oh, but it is too sad”, he answered.

The children begged and eventually he gave in. He told them of how he worked so hard to save the money he had needed to buy the cloth. He told them of how the coat he had made was so smart and warm. Of how the coat had helped him to meet his beloved wife He told them of how it had kept his daughter’s warm while they danced in the falling snow. He told them of the cap full of berries that they had picked. As he recalled the many memories, they brought a smile to his face.

“Grandpa, you made the bow-tie into a butterfly. Maybe it flew away” his granddaughter said to him with a smile.

Joseph sighed and gave her a hug. “Yes, it seems it did fly away. But you have helped me to realize that the memories have not flown away. They will be with me always. There are just enough memories to make a story and that will be with us forever if you will help me to keep it safe”. Joseph hugged his family and got out of bed.

There are many memories and stories throughout life. Share those memories and stories so they can come alive with each retelling. If the stories are not shared, they will be lost.

May all your tales end with Shalom (peace)

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Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to their children, and their children to the next generation. (Joel 1:3)

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