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.