Dear Editor:

 Growing up as a little girl in the New York City Housing complex called Pomonok, I viewed Saturday as a day for fun and visiting relatives. The highlight often was going to eat at a Chinese restaurant where we met many of the Jewish families who were our neighbors. I couldn’t imagine that much of what I and our family were doing conflicted with Halachah, the laws that guided Jewish observance. My family was a typical post-World War II Jewish family. My father and his three brothers worked on Saturday so that they could provide their families with clothing, shelter, and food. My mother kept a kosher home but some among her five sisters did not; this did not stop the family from staying close together and eating over on a regular basis. Looking back, I wonder how my Grandma, Grandma Chena Basansky, accepted this; but to her – despite saying T’hilim throughout the day and strictly observing Shabbos and the laws of kashrus – family unity was paramount.

Chesed...The Gift That Keeps Giving

Dear Editor:


After many years of spending summers in day camp, my teenage grandson agreed to go to sleepaway camp for the first session. Being a ben Torah, an athlete, and having a sufficient canteen account, are enabling him to enjoy this experience.

Mission Impossible


Dear Editor:

I’m exhausted. No, I haven’t been cleaning the fridge or junk drawer. Instead, I’ve just come back from another trek to Costco. This time I wasn’t going for 24 rolls of paper towels or toilet paper. Instead, I went to the superstore to purchase a wedding gift for the Bezos newlyweds. Surprised I was invited to the gala affair? Well, to be honest, I didn’t get an actual invitation, but I figured it just got lost in the mail. After all, aren’t I deserving of this grand invite?