"She was small in size, less than 5 feet tall, but a giant in stature."
--Rabbi Moshe Kotlarsky
Good Mourning Widows. Joy to you and me!
Today we welcome famous widow "Bubbe" Maryasha Garelik to our joy-ful club.
That's right Widows. The club nobody wants to joy-n. EVER!
The club what nobody wants to be a part of.
Price of Admission -- One Husband --- YOURS!
Sorry. No Refunds. No Returns. All Transactions Final.
"Bubbe" was 106 years old.
She was famous widow, famous grandmother, and she survived the pogroms of Czarist Russia, Soviet anti-Semitism, and Nazi Terror.
"Bubbe" was 5 years old when her father was killed in Czarist Russia.
Her mother and grandparents were executed.
Years after "Bubbe" was married, she and her husband and their 6 small children were evicted from their small apartment. It was winter and there was 6' of snow outside.
After that, her husband refused to work in a factory on the Jewish Sabbath. He was arrested, and shot.
The year was 1930 and it happened under Stalin's rule.
"Bubbe" escaped with their children to Uzbekistan and supported her family making and selling socks.
It wasn't long after that, she and her children were rounded up and forced into a detention camp in Germany.
After the war, "Bubbe" relocated to Paris. She established a private girls school known as, the Lubavitch Jewish Girls' School, which still exists.
There is also a Brooklyn organization whose members visit the sick, a boys school, and a few other things "Bubbe" was involved with here in the US. Seems the list is endless of "Bubbe's" loving kindness.
In keeping with Jewish religious tradition, "Bubbe" was buried Thursday morning, January 12, 2007 in the Old Montefiore Cemetery near the grave of the ultra Orthodox Sect's revered "rebbe," Rabbi Menacham Schneerson.
I'd say "Bubbe" was one fine woman who earned the right.
On behalf of all members of our JOY-filled club, Welcome "Bubbe."
Q: What did the beach say when the tide came in?
A: Long time no sea.
"It's not only about getting what you want, but wanting what you have." --Anonymous
After we remember Him, fingerhug your pen.
Open that JOY-nal.
I dare you.
Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.