Everybody needs a happy new year.
Rosh Hashanah arrives Friday, with fallish weather -- at least, that is the New York tradition. I remember one Rosh Hashanah, we had visitors, a couple we love from "out west," and we went out for dinner to a Greek restaurant, a couple of towns over from us. The weather was so early fallish that the restaurant had opened some windows up front, to let the crisp air enter. A group of celebrants from a nearby temple was passing the restaurant. They were in a bouyant mood, and spotted the four of us at the window. One celebrant asked the question you often hear on city streets from the faithful seeking to expand the flock: "You Jewish?" (Pronounced "Joosh?") Three of us pointed at the fourth, a Jamaica High grad a few years younger than me. The Judge. That made the roving band happy and they began serenading us through the open window, shofar blaring. That made the four of us happy. We were home. In New York. * * * There's a lot of bad stuff these days. War. Floods. Earthquakes. And to employ the generalization, "politics." But I'm taking the blue sky and bright sun as a Rosh Hashanah sign that things are okay, at least as I type this. I'm sending out greetings to friends and to family, including my Australian second cousin Jen and her New York husband Sam, undoubtedly celebrating in their way in their lovely little village in Southwest France. And to my New York-born friends, some of whom pop up in Comments on this page, who have made Aliyah, that is, moved to Israel -- Mordechai, Hillel and Mendel, and his NYC dad Ahron, seen dancing with quick feet at family celebrations. L'Shana Tovah. *** And then there is this. Back in the day, Jean W and Jean R were friends at PS 131, not far from Jamaica High. They did stuff together, right through high school, went to separate colleges, and then Jean R made aliyah, to a kibbutz. After a time, Jean W visited Jean R in her kibbutz, and then showed us photos in a luncheonette along Union Turnpike. The other day, a bunch of us from the Class of 1956. living not far from Cunningham Park in Queens, gathered for an informal BYO picnic, under trees that must have been growing when my mother and my Irish Nana were swinging me in the nearby kiddie park, still standing. Familiar park. Familiar faces. As 20 or so gathered, we talked of others ("Good friends we had/ Good friends we lost/ Along the way" -- Bob Marley, "No Woman No Cry.") And in the center of the group was Jean W, sitting alongside Jean R, back in New York for a family visit. It made me immensely happy to see these two friends, as if it were 1950. *** L'Shana Tovah. Happy New Year. It's universal, at least where I'm from.
ahron horowitz
9/14/2023 10:51:12 am
george-you are a dear friend of our family.you are an honorary MOT.best wishes to your extended family.may it be a happy new year for all.ahron
Randolph
9/14/2023 11:48:35 am
George,
Steve Jellinek
9/14/2023 12:05:18 pm
Thanks, George. And a happy, healthy, sweet 5784 to you and yours from Bobbie and me.
Alan D. Levine
9/14/2023 12:18:39 pm
George--Happiest of Years to you and your family. You failed to complete your account of the first of the year, however. Almost every year, Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, during which no intake of food or liquid is permitted, is unseasonably warm here in New York. 9/14/2023 01:39:26 pm
George: Without getting too Talmudic, Rosh Hashanah celebrates the creation of Man and not the creation of the world. Each year on that day, we stand humbly in judgment, recognizing the awesome potential of mankind to live better lives and hopeful for more "good stuff." As the blessing goes: A Sweet New Year to all.
Marcia Kramer Gitelman
9/14/2023 01:43:52 pm
George…you are so thoughtful. Thank you for the New Years wishes. You have brought me back to my JHS roots as well. I did not think about it much from my “perch” in Upstate NY. Now I appreciate those high school days more and more
Marcia Kramer Gitelman
9/14/2023 01:51:56 pm
I believe that all religions should work together to have peace and harmony in the world.
Randolph
9/14/2023 02:05:40 pm
Marcia,
Altenir Silva
9/14/2023 02:08:01 pm
George,
Jean Bartelt (via GV)
9/15/2023 08:25:23 am
Jean Bartelt (via GV)
Walter Schwartz
9/14/2023 02:27:37 pm
George, Nobody does or says it better. Than you, a person of integrity and honor, a mensch through and through.
Marcia Kramer Gitelman
9/14/2023 02:39:42 pm
Mensch is a good word for George. The gift of writing well is a blessing.
Altenir Silva
9/14/2023 02:41:11 pm
Dear Walter Schwartz, I think you capture the essence of all we feel about this great man. I am always thankful to have met George in my life.
Ed Martin
9/14/2023 03:59:17 pm
George, Gang. L’Shana Tovah.
Shelley Braunstien
9/14/2023 05:05:17 pm
Dear George,
Walter Schwartz
9/14/2023 07:29:22 pm
Ed, Here's one for you (not to "top" you): Guy walks into an Italian restaurant. Waiter comes over wearing a yarmulke. Guy is perplexed, asks the waiter, "What's going on? An Italian restaurant with a Chinese waiter wearing a yarmulka?" Guy replies, "This is a Jewish neighborhood." - Walter
Walter Schwartz
9/14/2023 07:36:07 pm
My bad! It was the waiter who gave the punchline. Not the guy. I should have ended with wishes for a healthy year for all! Hard to remember old jokes at my age. I guess this joke was on me.
Ed
9/14/2023 08:38:16 pm
Thanks Walter, my story was real, but here’s a reply to yours.
Jen Guttenplan
9/15/2023 08:44:36 am
Thanks for this, George. We are indeed celebrating with the only other Jews in the Tarn et Garonne (at any rate for miles around). They are the parents of close friends of our New York nephew—what are the odds? I’m telling you, its the epicentre of the universe around here. Xxx
GV
9/15/2023 09:13:59 am
Jen, well done. Soon you'll have a minyan.
judy katz
9/19/2023 12:37:23 pm
Thank you George.This is typical of your thoughtfulness.At this time of the year and since we moved my memories, especially of JHS are all the more poignant. Seeing the two Jeans together was a joy! May this year bring good health to you and family.
Michael Bookbinder (alias George Perez}
10/8/2023 11:20:59 am
A guy takes his new Maserati to his reformed rabbi. He loves his new car so much he asks the rabbi to make a "brucha (blessing") on his new Maserati. The reformed rabbi asks, "what's a brucha"? Comments are closed.
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