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interesting topic
hahaha: good one!
Isn’t there a bracha in the women’s siddur, “please send me a cleaning lady before Pesach”?
“You don’t like my beard? Why doesn’t this hair hirsute you?”
(One of my father’s favorites.)
aries: re the dentist: i remember the dentist coming to our school and giving us toothbrushes and some little red pill that would stain our teeth where we didn’t brush well. It didn’t taste bad, either, but the dye was probably carcinogenic! A shame, it was a great motivator.
Also the TB patch test was given in school. We would watch for those bumps, fascinated, and try to guess if any of us would have to move to Arizona or wherever those sanitoriums were, like Annie Sullivan (sp?) and her brother Jimmy in The Miracle Worker (which we all had to read for class).
When I was in EY on kibbutz twenty years ago, a recently converted young woman told me that she had been taught to say “…shifcha” (at the time I didn’t ask about ‘goya’)but after that I only saw it as an alternate in a new “progressive” siddur.
Different question: when do you say Elokai Neshoma, after Netilas Yadayim/Asher Yatzar, or after Eilu Devorim? We were taught the latter but my kids are taught the former, the way it’s printed in their siddurim.
AinOhdMilvado:
So did I; they were nice and clear, in both typesetting and translation.
My parents still have a full set of the blue linear. If you want a set, try Pinters in Boro Park, they probably have at least a few volumes.
We also have a set of Silverman translation of Rashi, printed on paper so thin you can read through the top page to the one below.
“Don’t cross in the middle…”
Didn’t Uncle Moishy sing that first?!
“If if says ‘Libby’s, Libby’s, Libby’s on the label, label, label
You will like it, like it, like it on your table, table, table!”
And now for something completely different:
Remember before ArtScroll, shuls had Hertz Chumashim and Birnbaum siddurim?
Diagramming sentences! My seventh grade teacher assigned diagramming sentences at least twice a week, and I always asked to do more. That was fun and educational. Do they teach it anymore? She also stressed the correct spelling of “sepArate” so much that no one in my school ever got it wrong.
Now that texting is so prevalent, it seems almost ridiculous that proper spelling is still stressed in grade school.
The error is “like” instead of “as.” Back then they were sticklers for grammar. Today such a correction would be considered the kind of “arrant pedantry,” as Winston Churchill stated, “up with which [he would] not put.”
Because Winston spoke well, as a Prime Minister should.
Today a third grader from my son’s class was in my car and he asked what that thing on the door was: the window crank. He had never seen one. Remember when car windows wound all the way down? And car radios had push buttons, and you could actually adjust the tuning? And we had no car seats, maybe a “baby basket” on the floor for an infant and a harness for older babies.
Does anyone remember starting school at the age of five, rather than being expected to go to a playgroup by 18 months?
Fresca tastes good, much better than Tab. But not as good as RC Cola, the brand in my high school vending machine.
“Marshmallow” soles on lace-up shoes.
Q: What’s a ‘sal regrate’?
A:”Boy the way Glen Miller played, songs that made the hit parade, guys like us we had it made, those were the days, and you know where you were then, girls were girls and men were men, mister we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again, didn’t need no welfare states everybody pulled his weight, gee our old Lasalle ran great, those were the days!”
I vote for the family theory. Or, perhaps s/he is a professional writer who likes to keep in practice of creating characters by posting as people of different ages?
Food? You dare to call ptcha merely “food”?! Ptcha is ambrosial! Fit for the most discerning gourmands! Served at the tables of kings!
My father, he should live and be well and keep cooking, makes the best ptcha in the world (or at least, the best I’ve ever tasted). He will even customize a batch to individual palates, by adding olives or pickles or capers or hardboiled eggs or red onion (the best) or whatever.
Personally, I eat it with a fork. Go ahead, call me a litvack.
I have a pet peeve, does that count?
One possible dan lekaf zechus: In the novel Chocolate Liquor the main character works in a “supersave” type of grocery. At the end, her newly married daughter and sil come up to her checkout with a cart full of groceries way beyond their budget. “Did you win the lottery?” No, together with five other couples, they are making sheva brachos for a friend and volunteered to do the shopping with the pooled funds.
Granted, life is not a novel. It may be farfetched,but perhaps your neighbor is doing something similar and will be reimbursed or was given the money upfront and since it’s groceries, used her card? (Whether she has to pay in cash in that case, i don’t know.)
ICOT:Bonus: why were they called “monitor tops”?
because they watched what you ate?
Sender Av, ICOT: My m-i-l, who is 90, always calls the refrigerator “the Fridgidaire.” (We have a different brand.)
“Aspirin” is actually a trademarked name owned by Bayer.
Mazal tov! I know someone who just had a girl after 7 or 8 boys! Should we set them all up?
frumladygit: A few years ago, someone rewrote “Little Black Sambo” to be less objectionable–now it’s called “Little Babajee” and features a young Indian boy and his parents, Papajee and Mamajee. Big improvement?
And there’s no “probably” re the single-gender parent family books, as many have been published already and are required reading in some public schools.
There is a yiddish, kosher version of Goldilocks called “Mirele-Goldherele und de Drei Beren” (with english translation on the facing page) that has Mirele staying with her grandparents at the end of the summer, shortly before Rosh Hashana. She is warned not to go into the woods but she does and gets lost and finds the bears’ house, etc. BUT, when she gets home and tells her grandfather that she thinks she did something wrong, he says, “You THINK you did something wrong!?” He shleps her back to the bears, makes her apologize and he fixes the little bear’s chair and everyone wishes each other a good year. It might be out of print though.
Rus, because she lived with her mother-in-law and was nice to her (I’m not going into that thread!).
When our boys were babies, the Russian babysitter would affectionately call them “hooliganchik.” We didn’t like the implications and politely asked her to call them by their names. People call their little ones “tzaddikel” in the hopes that they will grow to become one (a great tzaddik, tho, not a tzaddikEL). Don’t call a child by any name/label you wouldn’t want associated with them as an adult.
There is a Google discussion group called “chatzos,” which is dedicated to women who try to be ready for Shabbos by chatzos of erev Shabbos, and has many many tips as well as encouragement. You’ll have to search for the specific topic you want, though, as it’s not organized by tips. It follows whatever a particular member wants to discuss. But rockymountains summed it up well.
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Rabbi Yosef Chaim Schwab on the parsha.
cornelia otis skinner wrote about the difficulties of having this habit (compulsion?) in one of her autobiographical books, either “the ape in me” (1959) or “that’s me all over” (1948) but i don’t remember if she used any particular term to describe it.
about a year ago there was a very good article on this subject in Community, a brooklyn magazine, which addressed most of these questions. it would be worthwhile to try to find it.
vnishmartemmeod: that’s like what my sister said when she was about 4. she was climbing a tree and our mother said to stop. my sister kept climbing, my mother said stop, or i’ll potch you. eventually mom did potch her, but my sister kept climbing. mom said, what are you doing? my sister said, you gave me my potch, now leave me alone!
when my son was about 2 i would remind him “to behave”; one day he had had enough and shouted, “I’m not being have!”
my husband is a cohen. the first time he took our sons to duchen with him, they were about 5 and 4. The 5 yr old, a sensitive soul, came home in tears: “It was so embarrassing! They took away Tatty’s shoes and he had to stand up in front of the whole shul and they all said ‘Oy, yoy, yoy, oy yoy yoy’ to him!” he really didn’t want to ever go through that again.
our 3.5 yr old daughter was cutting up some paper and making a mess. i asked, wouldn’t you like to be a mitzva girl and clean that up? she said, no, i want to be a teshuva girl and keep doing this till i’m done.
Family size is not an indicator of emotional or financial stability.
Small families can be poor, too. There are large families that are well off. Mothers of small families can have worse parenting skills than those of large families.
Considering the matzav today, the career choices for frum people have had to expand. “Writer” seems to be one of the most popular careers for Jewish women currently, so why not try it (unless you are looking to write something antithetical to a frum lifestyle)? we are raising our children not to be clones of their father in respect to his career. let them follow what they are good at.
and in eretz yisrael, they import irish firemen? there there are no jewish policemen, forest rangers, etc? here in ny there are also jewish policement etc.
parked near an old age home: OPA3FUS. Perhaps visiting?