Hi,

Please allow a personal note.

Today is my Mom’s yartzeit.  The anniversary of her passing.

“Elisheva bas (daughter of) Dov Ber”.

… I grew up in a Torah observant home.

But my Dad didn’t come from an observant background.

And what happened?

He met my Mom, who did!

They met at a time that most American Jews were drifting away from Judaism.

Certainly the younger generation.

My Mom had made a few conditions. “Deal breakers!”

Like a Kosher home. Shabbat. And Jewish day school for the kids.

Not where most American guys were headed in 1948!

… One thing about my parents.

They both knew a good deal when they saw it.

My Dad decided to “just go out and see what happens.”

And my Mom?

She saw my Dad’s potential.

And she inspired him!

Not with books. And not with lectures.

But with her love for Judaism.

Because it was contagious!

… When my mother was a teenager her grandmother called her over.

She wanted to talk to her privately. Had a favor to ask of her.

Not what you would expect a “Bubby” to ask of a 15-year-old girl!

But it tells you a lot about America in those days. And a lot about my Mom.

What did she say to her?

She said, “Please promise me. If at all possible.

G-d willing, you’ll have children.

Have someone in your family named after me.

Because I know that I can count on you.

That your children will live by the Torah!”

… My niece Shaindel is named after my Mom’s grandmother.

She lights Shabbat candles every week with Mom’s candelabra.

And Shaindel has one thing in common with over forty cousins.

All of them were raised to love Torah and live Torah.

How right my great grandmother was!

… My niece Elisheva, named after Mom, got married recently in Jerusalem.

And her cousin Elisheva flew from New York for the wedding.

They danced together. 

United not only in name.

But in love for Judaism!  And commitment to Torah!

… If you enjoy the “Torah Minute”?

Please thank my Mom for the fact that I have any Torah to share with you!

All the best,

P.S.  Sorry if I went over my minute.  It was Dad who would say, “Keep it short Moshe”!  Mom?  She could listen to me all day!