Dear Editor,
Yated does it again. Galia Ze'evi's article "Tale of Two
Families" portrayed graphic examples of our impact on one
another, for better or worse.
Keep up the good work.
Reader from Bnei Brak
And one from our Hashgocha Protis supplier:
It is well known that twins enjoy a special semi-telepathic
relationship. A pair of adult twins live at the far ends of
Jerusalem and rarely meet. This month they happened to bump
into one another.
A: You know, I've tried to keep Zeidy's yahrzeit these
past few years by studying mishnayos in his memory
[since sadly, none of the other grandchildren are capable of
it]. I mark the day down on my calendar and this year I
remembered the day before and the day after, but on the
yahrzeit, it completely slipped my mind. I feel so
guilty!
B: Don't worry. I remembered. You told me once that you've
been doing this for the past few years, so I marked it down
on my own calendar. This was the first year that I actually
began learning mishnayos on the yahrzeit in his
memory.
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The following letter was submitted to Yated Hebrew (but not
printed) as a side comment to Chaim Walder's appeal to all
those vainly awaiting their intended to be more flexible in
their options:
The very week that Walder's article appeared, we had the
privilege of hosting at our Shabbos table two girls from
abroad studying in Jerusalem seminaries. Since they knew we
were involved in Yeshivas Ohr Somayach, one of them asked if
we knew a certain alumnus who had returned to the U.S. and
had married one of her aunts.
"Of course we do! He's eaten many a meal at this very table!
How nice to hear that he's part of your family!"
"Maybe you know so-and-so, as well. He also studied in Ohr
Somayach!"
We sure did. He had married another aunt of hers. And she had
a third aunt up her sleeve who had, similarly, married an Ohr
Somayach baal tshuva.
Now I've said it!
This fine girl's mother came from a family of nine daughters
and two sons. F.F.B. the real thing. The last one to get
married, in her thirties, was the third girl from the bottom,
meaning that two of her sisters had passed her up. And three
girls from this family had taken baalei tshuva.
This was one of the options which Walder had meant, but had
not come out saying it in so many words.
