Monday, January 15, 2007

Welcome "Bubbe" Maryasha Garelik




"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.

Imagine.

"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."

Mourning Joy:

Q: What did the beach say when the tide came in?

A: Long time no sea.

Mourning Quote:

"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.

Write something.

Go ahead.

I dare you.

Have a joy-filled day Widows. And remember, we're not alone.

:)L

4 comments:

  1. Linda:

    Your daily entries are always filled with grace and humor. I appreciate both the history lessons and the images - they really help to bring a proper perspective to things, allowing me to more readily identify with those about whom you write.

    Thanks, also, for sharing some of your personal photos from home and from your travels - yes, your desk may be a little cluttered, but that's a good sign you feel comfortable and at home there. That comfort shows through in your writing.

    Thanks again,

    tim
    http://medicalmigrant.blogspot.com/

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  2. Thanks for stopping by my blog on wordpress.

    This is a lovely site, and so important. Our culture does not allow us to grieve. They expect us to take a day off from the funeral and then act like nothing happened -- because it makes those who aren't going through the loss uncomfortable.

    You've created a beautiful and wonderful site -- for EVERYONE.

    Best wishes to you,

    Devon
    Ink in My Coffee
    http://devonellington.wordpress.com

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  3. Nice post. I especially love the end: "Open that JOY-nal." :) Have a nice Monday!

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  4. Hi, Linda,

    What I love most about your blog is that you give readers something to think about every single day.

    Plus, you write straight from the heart - and it shows.

    Hugs,

    Suzanne Lieurance
    The Working Writer's Coach
    http://www.workingwriterscoach.com

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