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(Re: No Diamonds in the Dust, Inbox, Issue 021)
I found it fascinating to read the many sides (or should I say facets) of the debate over lab versus mined diamonds. It brought up questions we never really think about: How much is a diamond actually worth? Is its value based on its beauty, or its rarity? If the same diamond is sold cheaply, does it mean less than if it sold at a high price? If you get a gift of diamond jewelry, should the price paid affect how you feel about it? Are tiny diamonds worth anything?
Before lab diamonds were invented, diamonds seemingly had such a stable and reliable value. Whenever you wanted a mashal to describe something as precious, you would use the example of a diamond — “More precious than diamonds,” or even, “She’s a real diamond.” But now, look at us, so confused over the value of a diamond!
I guess it’s the time of year, but it got me thinking about how fickle everything is in this world. We can’t even rely on the value of a diamond! The only “currency” that never loses its value is our Torah and maasim tovim. Unlike diamonds, which seem valuable (although to what degree is apparently debatable), Torah and mitzvos may not appear valuable, but are worth far more than we can see with or without a jeweler’s loupe. And even the tiny ones are infinitely precious, with everlasting value.
Gmar chasimah tovah,
(Re: The One That Lasted, Issue 021)
T.R.
I just had to stop in the middle of my Yom Tov preparations to say a huge thank you to The Williamsburg View for the amazing Tishrei magazines! I know I can always rely on The Williamsburg View for reading that is appropriate for the time of year and not a distraction from the avodah and atmosphere.
Your stories about the people who made a kabbalah that really lasted was a masterpiece. I am inspired and comforted to know it really can be done!
Thank you to the entire team and The Williamsburg View for this special Yom Tov gift!
Perri T.
(Re: Take Care, Issue 019)
Thank you for the article about caring for elderly relatives. They are the jewels in the crown of our families and should be treated with loving respect.
I would like to add to the suggestions for a successful visit or call. First of all, make yourself aware of the lifestyle, needs and limitations of the person you are visiting. We tend to think a longer visit is more chashuv and meaningful, but for some, a long visit is draining and exhausting. Additionally, since they might need more time for tasks that take a younger person much quicker, you might not realize that they have less time available than you think. This is especially relevant on Erev Shabbos or Erev Yom Tov. You might think they are not making Yom Tov and therefore have “nothing to do,” but getting ready for Yom Tov may take them longer than you realize.
Another thing to consider is whether they can tolerate the presence of rambunctious young children. Of course it gives them nachas to see their grandkids, but for some it can be overwhelming after a short time.
The important thing in all cases is to consider the needs and preferences of the person you are visiting, and not project what you think they should want.
May we all be zoche to live to 120 in good health and see nachas
Reader
MY TEFILLOS WERE ANSWERED
I’d like to share with you a wonderful experience that we had recently. My mother was ill with a very rare condition that the doctors were not sure how to treat. After seeing numerous notices about the segulah of Rabi Masya ben Charash, I figured it couldn’t hurt to try it myself. That night, I sat down for about a half hour and performed the segulah. We saw a wonderful yeshuah shortly thereafter, and I’d therefore like to share the segulah with you: I lit a candle l’ilui nishmas Rabi Masya ben Charash and said Tehillim 86. I repeated the above eighteen times, saying “l’ilui nishmas Rabi Masya ben Charash” each time, lighting another candle, and then reciting Perek 86, for a total of eighteen candles. Then, from Perek 119, I recited the letters of kra Satan.
I then asked Hashem for one specific yeshuah and pledged to publicize it when the yeshuah would come. I am grateful to Hashem that I am writing now to publicize His tremendous rachamim and chesed
May we all be zoche to a gut gebentched yahr!
Name Withheld
Y.
We are approaching Yom Kippur, a day of teshuvah, when we repent on all we have done wrong over the past year and return to Hakadosh Baruch Hu. A primary focus of the day is Vidui — we say Ashamnu ten times, and Al Cheit eight times.
You may notice that Vidui — both Ashamnu and Al Cheit — is arranged according to the alef-beis. What was the intent of the Anshei Knesses Hagedolah?
SHORTLY AFTER THE IRON CURTAIN FELL some 30 years ago, Reb Yochanan Brizel traveled to Ukraine to be mekarev the local Yidden to their Creator. He shares the following story:
Rosh Hashanah was approaching, and I was to lead the community of Tarnopol, Ukraine, for the Yamim Noraim. The Yidden of Tarnopol knew very little other than the fact that they were Yidden. They were barely aware of the fundamentals of Torah and mitzvos. But one thing that was passed down very strongly in their mesorah was the matter of Yizkor. On Yom Tov, when Yizkor is recited, whoever had to say Yizkor would conscientiously make their way to shul to say this special tefillah on behalf of their deceased relative’s neshamah. Naturally, in order to keep track of when this tefillah is recited, they also needed to keep a Jewish calendar. But very few knew about Shabbos and other key aspects of Yiddishkeit.
On Rosh Hashanah, I was dismayed to see how few community members arrived in shul. I was told that there would be a better showing on Yom Kippur, since the Yidden would want to say Yizkor. Those who did come were mostly elderly men — those who still remembered the Yamim Noraim tefillos from before the communists took over. There was one man in his eighties who brought along an old machzor, which had been hidden in his house all those years when the
country was under communist rule. I appointed him to be the makri and call out, “Tekiah, shevarim, teruah,” as I blew the shofar. The man was noticeably moved by the task.
This man remembered that there was one night when they used to stay up and say Tehillim straight through the night. He planned to do so on Rosh Hashanah, until I gently told him that although it is a great idea for Rosh Hashanah night, the minhag he was remembering is more commonly applied on Yom Kippur.
Yom Kippur arrived, and a small group of Yidden came to shul. I davened for the amud, injecting my entire heart and soul in the tefillos, singing tunes familiar to the unaffiliated Yidden so they, too, would be moved and feel a connection.
Since I realized that on Yom Kippur most of the community would be in shul only for Yizkor itself, I decided to capitalize on the opportunity and maximize those moments that the men would be dedicating to their Yiddishkeit.
As the time for Yizkor approached, the shul suddenly filled to capacity. Young and old, fathers and sons — everyone wanted to participate.
They all stood, mesmerized, as I approached the bimah, dressed in my kittel and white yarmulke. Never before had they seen what seemed to them a messenger from Heaven.
I began with Kabbalas Ol Malchus Shamayim. The room resounded with the cry of Yidden of all ages repeating the words to the best of their ability in their heavy accents. Many of these Yidden had never in their lives recited Krias Shema before!
Since I realized that on Yom Kippur most of the community would be in shul only for Yizkor itself, I decided to capitalize on the opportunity
He found a small siddur and flipped through it. He could not read the words, but he did recognize the letters
Then I told them that I wanted to share a story with the children in shul, and was more than happy for the adults to listen too.
“Long ago,” I began, “here in the Ukraine, there was a holy rabbi known as the Baal Shem Tov. He was the founder of the Chassidic movement, and he lived not far from Tarnopol, in the town of Mezhibuzh. Many stories are told about his greatness, but I’ll share only one. It happened on Yom Kippur, just like today, but more than 250 years ago.
“There was a young boy who came from a nearby village. His father was a hardworking laborer, and the boy used to help him in the fields. There were no established school, and the family had no money to hire a teacher for the child. At one point, his father taught him the alef-beis, but he had no time to teach him more. And so, the boy grew up without knowing how to read.
“One year, his father wanted him to see what a holy tzaddik looks like on this holiest of days, and also to see what the tefillos of Yom Kippur are like, so he took him along to Mezhibuzh for Yom Kippur.
“The boy looked around the shul. He saw many men, draped in talleisim, crying over their machzorim. They davened with passion and fervor, and the boy felt an urge to join them in their tefillos. He wanted to daven to his Creator, but he had no idea how. He found a small siddur and flipped through it. He could not read the words, but he did recognize the letters. And so, the boy began to read the alef-beis aloud. He was passionate — just like those around him. ‘Alef! ’ he cried out. ‘Beis! Gimmel! ’ His voice grew louder as he shouted the letters, one after the other.
“When he was done, the boy said to Hashem, ‘I don’t know how to read, and I don’t know how to daven. I just said the letters. But I beg You, take the letters and join them into words. Turn them into a tefillah!’
“The Baal Shem Tov later told his talmidim that the tefillah of this young child was heeded in Shamayim. It made such a noise that it broke through
all barriers and awoke great rachamim for all of Klal Yisroel!”
I looked around at my audience, most of whom had no idea how to daven either.
“You, my dear friends,” I said, “never had the privilege to learn to daven But even though I do know how to, I want to daven together with you all — just like that boy in Mezhibuzh more than 250 years ago. We will say the letters together, and they will surely take a direct route to Hakadosh Baruch Hu.”
The entire shul resounded with loud shouts: “Alef! Beis! Gimmel! Daled! ” The children copied me, yelling with all their might. Soon the adults joined in too. The “davening ” grew louder and louder, and tears streamed from their faces.
“Hakadosh Baruch Hu, please accept these letters and form them into tefillos!” I cried aloud.
The atmosphere was so pure and so real — it went into the bones. The “Yizkor ceremony” that year could not be forgotten.
* * * * *
We know that every time a Yid commits an aveirah, chas v’shalom, it brings destruction that impacts the entire universe. We recite Vidui in hope of rectifying this damage. Yet, just like we have no idea what exactly our wrongdoings have destroyed or how it affects the bigger picture of our world, we cannot possibly understand how the damage is corrected through the Vidui we say.
The Yesod V’shoresh Ha’avodah writes in the name of earlier seforim hakedoshim that we say Vidui according to the seder of the alef-beis in order to rectify all the upper spheres that were created through the 22 letters of the alef-beis.
Like the young boy who could not read, we list the alef-beis through saying the Al Cheit. We beg Hashem to take the letters and join them together, and thereby fix all that our aveiros have damaged.
BY BROCHY GANELES
Jacob tells his parents that he will be joining the Continental Army. Raphael tells Judith that they should invite Rebecca to stay with them while Jacob is away. Judith does not want to let him down, and agrees.
Were it not for the heat, she would not be so cross.
But it is hot, and the walk to Raphael’s home is long. She should not complain, really, for she only holds baby Gabriel in her arms, and Jacob is left to carry the rest. But it is hot, and she cannot swipe at the rivulets of perspiration that streak her cheeks without unsettling Gabriel.
And she will be moving into Judith’s home.
It had seemed like the perfect solution at first; with Jacob away, what could be more natural than her moving in with her big brother, Raphael, in his house of many rooms? But Raphael has a wife who stares at Rebecca with eyes of glass, who has never been able to show a familial warmth to the girl who only wanted a sister. And now Rebecca must live under Judith, must smile and thank her for her kindness in having her.
Nonetheless, she raises her chin and smiles resolutely at Jacob as they approach the front gate.
Raphael’s home is set back from the street, the flowers along his front walk blooming gloriously in the late spring. Mama had loved yellow jessamines, the long trumpet of sunshine that curled outward to beckon to her.
“Bignonia sempervirens,” Rebecca says aloud.
“What was that?” Jacob calls to her from the front stoop.
“The flowers. They were my mother’s favorite.”
“Ah.” Jacob smiles and turns to the door, but before his hand can reach the knocker, the door is thrown open wide.
“Uncle!” Abraham bursts out of the house with a laugh. “I was waiting for you all morning!” He leaps off the steps to Rebecca, peeking at the baby in her arms. “He is so small!”
Rebecca laughs. “Yes, he is. Now, Abraham, be a good lad and help your uncle with his load.”
Abraham grins, at once a child and a man, and picks up the heaviest looking parcel. Staggering under his load, he walks into the house before them, calling out, “Mother! Father! Rebecca has arrived!”
There is no flurry of activity, no rush of movement. It is quiet in the foyer for a few moments, just Rebecca and Jacob and a panting Abraham, as they wait for the master of the house to appear.
It would be like Judith to make her wait. To view her sister-in-law as an imposition, a bother that must be dealt with, rather than family that you hurry to greet with smiles and laughter. At last, there is the sound of a door opening from the stairs above, some footsteps and hushed voices, and Raphael and Judith slowly make their way downstairs.
“Welcome, sister.” Raphael bows his head, smiling warmly. “I pray that the way here was not too difficult for you.” He does not ask why they did not take a carriage, why they did not hire a boy to carry their packs. He knows that they walked through the thick heat because that is all they
can afford, and though there is no disdain in his words, it is Judith by his side who angers Rebecca. She does not smile, does not meet her eyes; it is as if she is repulsed by her sister-in-law’s company.
“Not at all,” says Rebecca after a pause. She smiles. “I’ve always been fond of the Charlestown heat. Rather like drowning in molasses over a raging fire. Even more enjoyable while holding a soiled infant.”
Raphael shakes his head with a tired smile.
“Come, sister. You must join us for dinner. You too, Jacob.” He turns and walks sharply to the parlor, Judith following close behind.
“Wait!” Rebecca calls after them. “Where shall I put my things?”
Judith turns around, glances at the packs by their feet.
“You may leave them there.” Her voice is quiet, sharp. “I shall have Lewis bring them to your rooms.” A turn of her head, and she is gone.
But though Jacob happily follows after them, talking with Abraham about the Army, Rebecca remains standing in the foyer. She had seen Judith’s eyes for a moment, a fleeting catch when she had turned back toward her. They were red, swollen. Judith had been crying before she arrived, and Rebecca knows it is all her doing.
The sun is brighter; he is sure of it. It is as if the whole world is singing with him this morning, escorting him on his way toward glory. David walks alongside him, telling him of all the routines and regiments he will soon know, but Jacob pays him no heed. There are too many words that he will not remember anyway. His mind is spinning with flashes of muskets and cannons and drums, visions of greatness that will soon be his own.
“Jacob.” David stops walking. “You have not heard a word I’ve said.”
Jacob laughs, spins around with his arms outstretched. “How can I listen to anything on a day such as this?”
“I am not telling this all to you for my own amusement, Jacob. You will be an embarrassment to our kehillah if you do not make a favorable impression with the Captain.”
“Captain?”
David sighs, puts both hands on Jacob’s shoulders. “Yes, Captain Richard Lushington. The captain of our Company, Jacob.”
Jacob swallows. Captain. Company. “What sort of fellow is he, this Lushington?”
“He was born a Quaker, though I don’t know if he still believes himself to be one. The Quakers don’t believe in any sort of violence or war, and our Captain is certainly a man of war.” David continues walking, his chin raised proudly. “I think you will find him most agreeable.”
They have reached the courthouse now, a wide red-brick building set apart by the scores of young men milling about.
David turns to Jacob with a smile. “Are you ready?”
At once his mouth is dry, and he can only nod. His hands open and close at his sides, fingers rubbing his palm against the cool perspiration that has gathered there.
“Come.” David strides ahead, the crowd of men and boys parting to allow the distinguished soldier through, and Ja-
cob follows close behind.
He stops at a desk just inside the entrance, takes off his hat for a moment and offers a crisp nod to the man sitting behind it.
“Lieutanant Collins, I bring you a new recruit.” He puts an arm on Jacob’s shoulder. “Jacob Solomon.”
Lieutenant Collins is a stout man who observes Jacob with cool eyes. “Where do you live, boy?”
“King’s Street, number 46, sir.” His words are scribbled into the Lieutenant’s ledger.
“Have you any family?”
“A wife and son, sir.”
“Have arrangements been made for them during your absence?”
“Yes.”
“I am glad to hear it. We have no need for more women and children.” Seeing the confusion on Jacob’s face, he explains, “We’ve had soldiers come along with their wives and family. The women tend to the camps’ domestic needs.”
“Ah.”
“Well, I’m not sure what more there is to discuss. David here can vouch for your character, I assume.” David nods firmly at his side. “And there is the matter of pay. You will be given $6.67 a month as salary, in addition to the recruitment bounty of $10. I hope you will find this satisfactory.”
“Yes, sir!” He had not known about the recruitment bounty. Rebecca will be pleased.
“Very good. Now, for your oath.” The Lieutenant stands slowly, raising his right hand at his side. “Repeat after me: I, Jacob Solomon, swear — or affirm, as the case may be — to be true to the United States of America, and to serve them honestly and faithfully against all their enemies or opposers whatsoever; and to observe and obey the orders of the Continental Congress, and the orders of the Generals and officers set over me by them.”
His right hand slowly rises until it is near his chest, and he can almost feel the vibrations from where his heart is beating madly from within. He clears his throat, looks the Lieutenant in the eye, and begins. “I, Jacob Solomon, affirm to be true to the United States of America, and to serve them honestly and faithfully against all their enemies or opposers whatsoever; and to observe and obey the orders of the Continental Congress, and the orders of the Generals and officers set over me by them.” A tremor runs through him, a rush of fear and joy all at once, and then David is shaking his hand vigorously and the Lieutenant smiles at him.
“Welcome to the Continental Army!” David says with a laugh, beckoning to the men around him to join in the celebration.
“Huzzah!”
“Well done, man!”
And then the laughter and noise quiets, and the Lieutenant puts a bank note into Jacob’s hand. “David will see that you’re properly supplied.” A nod of his head, and they are dismissed.
Jacob walks out of the courthouse slowly, a pulse running through his lips and fingertips. He has done it. He is a soldier of the United States of America, a member of the Continental Army. At last, his journey begins.
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There’s a charged and refreshing energy in the air. This Yom Tov season, all the shopping and cooking prep is accompanied by whispered tefillos for a sweet new year.
Enjoy our rich and varied Yom Tov dishes as we unveil our Tishrei menu. As always, we strive to combine elegance with ease, tradition with fresh twists. Happy cooking, and may all of our tefillos be answered L’tovah.
ISSUE 020
DECONSTRUCTED APPLE CRANBERRY CRUMBLE
APPLE PIE
APPLE CUSTARD MUFFINS
ISSUE 021
COFFEE CLUB ROAST
RASPBERRY GLAZED BEEF
CARAMEL BALSAMIC FLANKEN ROAST
THIS WEEK!
ISSUE 022
CRANBERRY MOUSSE CUPS
COFFEE CHOCOLATE FUDGE PIE
SWISS MERINGUE WREATHS WITH PLUM COMPOTE
ISSUE 023
OLIVE TAPENADE
ONION ‘N HERB DIP
ASIAN BROCCOLI SLAW
SESAME DIP
After a seudah replete with Yom Tov delicacies, these gorgeous desserts will undoubtedly be the pièce de résistance. These tantalizing confections will be sure to delight your guests this Zman Simchaseinu.
These cups of joy were adapted from my Cranberry Tart recipe, which appears in my soon-to-be-released cookbook. Assembling the cups checkerboard style makes for a very showy presentation.
Yields 8 cups
SPECIAL EQUIPMENT
2 16” piping bags
2 round metal tips, such as #12
8 (5–6 oz.) glass cups
CAKE
8 egg whites
6 egg yolks
1½ cups sugar, divided
½ cup water
½ cup oil
2 tsp. vanilla sugar
1¾ cups Wondermills flour
3 tsp. baking powder
CRANBERRY CURD
2½ cups frozen cranberries
¾ stick margarine
½ tsp. pure vanilla extract
2 eggs + 3 egg yolks, lightly beaten
MOUSSE
5 oz. pareve cream cheese
¾ cup whipped topping
5 T. confectioners’ sugar
2 T. cranberry curd
SUGAR-COATED CRANBERRIES
¼ cup water
¼ cup sugar
½ cup frozen cranberries
¼ cup sparkling sugar
¾ cup light brown sugar, firmly packed
Juice of ½ lemon
Pinch of salt
ADDITIONAL GARNISHES
2 blood oranges, for dehydrated orange slices
Raw pistachios
DIRECTIONS ON NEXT PAGE
1. Preheat the oven to 350°. Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper.
2. In the bowl of an electric mixer, beat the egg whites until foamy. Very gradually, add 1 cup sugar and beat until stiff peaks form.
3. Transfer the beaten egg whites to a large bowl.
4. Beat the yolks with the remaining ½ cup of sugar until pale yellow. (There’s no need to rinse the mixer bowl before beating the yolks.)
5. With the mixer on low, add the water, oil and vanilla sugar.
6. Add the flour and baking powder.
7. Beat 1 cup of beaten egg whites into the yolk mixture.
8. Use a rubber spatula to fold the yolk mixture into the beaten egg whites.
9. Spread the batter evenly onto the lined cookie sheet.
10. Bake for 20 to 22 minutes, or until a toothpick comes out clean. Don’t overbake. The cake will deflate slightly once removed from the oven. Let the cake cool, and then freeze for 2 hours.
11. Cut half of the cake into small 1x1” cubes. You will have some extra cake, which you can reserve for other use or enjoy immediately!
1. In a saucepan over medium heat, cook the cranberries, light brown sugar, lemon juice and salt. Cook for about 10 minutes, or until the cranberries soften and break down.
2. Use a hand blender to blend the cranberries.
3. Press the cranberries through a sieve into a clean saucepan.
4. Return the cranberries to the heat, and add the margarine, vanilla and the beaten eggs while whisking constantly. (If you stop whisking, the eggs may curdle.) Cook for about 10 minutes until the mixture thickens. Taste a small amount, and add more sugar if desired. (Personally, I prefer the fruit filling not too sweet.)
5. Transfer to a bowl, and cover with plastic wrap. Let cool, and then refrigerate for 4 hours.
6. Fit a piping bag with a round metal tip, and transfer the curd to the piping bag.
1. In the bowl of an electric mixer, beat the cream cheese for 2 minutes.
2. Add the whipped topping, and beat until stiff peaks form.
3. Add the confectioners’ sugar and cranberry curd, and beat to combine.
4. Fit a piping bag with a round metal tip, and fill the bag with the mousse.
1. Line a baking sheet with paper towels.
2. In a small saucepan, whisk together water and sugar, then bring to a boil. Reduce heat, and let it simmer for 3 minutes.
3. Remove from heat, and cool for fifteen minutes.
4. Using a slotted spoon, dip cranberries into the sugared water, and then place on the lined baking sheet. Make sure the cranberries are not sticking to each other.
5. Let the cranberries dry for 10 minutes.
6. Fill a small bowl with sparkling sugar. Dredge the cranberries in the sparkling sugar.
1. Preheat the oven to 300°. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
2. Wash the blood oranges well with warm water.
3. Slice the oranges thinly, and then cut each slice in half.
4. Spread the orange slices on the baking sheet in a single layer. Bake for 30 to 35 minutes. If the slices do not seem dry, add another 5 minutes of baking time. Let the slices cool before using.
1. Pipe 3 bulbs of cranberry curd at the bottom of each cup, leaving space between each.
2. Carefully push a square of cake between the bulbs of curd.
3. Pipe mousse onto the top of each cranberry cream bulb.
4. Continue assembling in this order: piped curd, then cake, then mousse. When only a small space remains in the cup, spoon some mousse on the top, and smooth with an offset spatula to remove excess.
5. Garnish each cup with sugared cranberries, dried orange slices and raw pistachios (roasted pistachios are not as green).
Rich and full of deep coffee flavor, this tart will be a conversation piece. The secret to making these super-flat flower cookies is to freeze them after cutting the shapes. Once fully frozen, they should be baked immediately. Watch the cookies carefully as they bake because they can burn quickly.
Note: A digital scale is necessary for this tart dough, known as Pâte Sucrée (sweet dough).
Yields 1 9” tart
SPECIAL EQUIPMENT
9” tart pan with a removable bottom
16” piping bag
Piping tip #125
DOUGH
80 grams confectioners’ sugar
3 egg yolks
½ tsp. vanilla extract
1 stick margarine
⅛ tsp. salt
225 grams flour
FUDGE
1 stick margarine, sliced
⅓ cup light corn syrup
½ cup sugar
⅓ cup cocoa
1 T. vanilla sugar
1 tsp. hazelnut-flavored coffee
3 eggs, lightly beaten
COFFEE WHIPPED CREAM
¾ cup whipped topping, defrosted and cold
1 tsp. hazelnut-flavored coffee
2 tsp. vanilla sugar
2 tsp. sugar
½ cup confectioners’ sugar, sifted
DIRECTIONS ON NEXT PAGE
1. Fit an electric mixer with the paddle attachment or dough hook. (I use a KitchenAid mixer with the flat beater attachment.)
2. Place all dough ingredients except flour into the mixer, and beat until smooth.
3. With the mixer on low speed, slowly add flour and mix until just combined. Scrape sides of the bowl as necessary. The dough will be sticky.
4. Sprinkle flour on a piece of parchment paper measuring 11x17”. Place dough onto the paper, and press into a disc. Cover with another piece of parchment paper measuring the same size as the first one.
5. Use a rolling pin to roll out the dough on top of the parchment to ¼” thickness. Place the rolled dough on a cookie sheet, and chill for 1 hour.
6. Remove the dough from the fridge, and peel off the top sheet of parchment. Cut a circle of dough 2 inches wider than the width of the tart pan. Remove scraps. Invert the dough into the tart pan, and peel off the second sheet of parchment. Press the dough into the tart pan and up the sides of the pan. Trim off the excess dough with a knife.
7. Place the tart pan into the freezer for 20 minutes.
8. Roll out leftover dough between two pieces of parchment to 1/16” thickness. The dough should be very thin.
9. Dip a flower cutter into flour, and cut a flower in the dough. Continue cutting small flowers, dipping the cutter into flour between each cut to prevent sticking.
10. Freeze the sheet of flower cutouts for 10 minutes. Use a toothpick to scrape up the odd scraps of dough. Reroll scraps and make more flower cutouts.
11. Bake for 5 to 6 minutes, observing intermittently to prevent burning.
1. Preheat the oven to 350°.
2. Place all ingredients except eggs into a medium saucepan. Cook on medium-low while stirring constantly, until the mixture is smooth.
3. Slowly add beaten eggs while whisking vigorously. Once the mixture is smooth, turn off the heat.
4. Pour fudge layer into frozen tart crust. Bake for 30 minutes.
5. Let cool before piping coffee cream on the fudge layer.
1. Beat whipped topping until stiff peaks form.
2. Dissolve coffee, vanilla sugar and sugar in 2 teaspoons of boiling water. Add to the beaten cream, and beat just until combined.
3. Use a rubber spatula to fold the confectioners’ sugar into the whipped cream.
4. Fit the piping bag with tip #125. Pipe as demonstrated, then place cookies around the rim of the tart.
To achieve the look of the piped cream as shown in the photo, hold the piping bag at a 90° angle about ¼” above the surface of the tart. The narrow end of the tip should be facing you, and the wide end should be away from you. Starting at the center left side of the tart, squeeze out cream while moving toward the right, then give a slight move back to the left while continuing to squeeze the bag. Next, continue piping to the right for about ½”, then move the bag back to the left for one squeeze. Without stopping to squeeze, keep moving to the right, and after every ½”, back up a bit to create the “pleats.” You can practice piping on a paper plate first and then spoon the cream back into the piping bag.
Melt-in-your-mouth meringue and tangy plum compote — is it any wonder I always eat dessert first? Swiss meringue refers to the process of warming the whites and granulated sugar in a double boiler before beating.
Yields 6 servings
SPECIAL SUPPLIES
1 16” piping bag
1 12” piping bag
Tip #847 (large star)
Tip #21 (small star)
INGREDIENTS
1 pint Abe’s vanilla ice cream
MERINGUE
150 grams egg whites (approximately 5 egg whites, but measure for precision)
150 grams sugar
120 grams confectioners’ sugar, sifted
Purple food coloring
Note: I use Sugarflair coloring with Kedassia hashgacha. If it isn’t available locally, use red food coloring to create a soft pink color instead.
PLUM COMPOTE
6 plums
⅓–½ cup sugar
MERINGUE
1. Preheat the oven to 300°.
2. Prepare a 16” piping bag fitted with a large round tip, such as #847.
3. Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper, cutting it to the exact size.
4. Use a pencil to trace six 3” circles on the parchment paper with 1” of space between them.
5. Flip over the parchment paper, and place it back into the cookie sheet. (You don’t want to pipe on the penciled side; otherwise, there will be pencil marks on the undersides of the meringues.)
6. Place a heatproof bowl into a pot of boiling water.
7. Place the egg whites and sugar into the bowl, and whisk constantly for about 5 minutes, just until the sugar has dissolved into the egg whites. The egg whites should feel smooth between your fingers.
8. Transfer the egg whites to the bowl of an electric mixer, and beat for 6 to 7 minutes until stiff peaks form.
9. Fold in confectioners’ sugar with a rubber spatula.
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10. Fit the piping bag with the large star tip, and fill with half of the batter at a time.
11. Pipe large, ruffled star-shaped patterns around the rims of the traced circle. To achieve the stars as pictured, hold the piping bag straight up about ½” above the surface of the baking sheet. Squeeze the bag, then lift and move it very slightly from right to left as you squeeze. Release pressure, and pull the bag away to create a peak.
12. Fit the smaller piping bag with tip #21. Color the remaining batter purple, adding one drop of coloring at a time, until the desired color is reached. Fill the bag with the batter, and pipe smaller swirls.
13. Once all the rings have been piped, place the cookie sheet in the oven, and immediately reduce the oven temperature to 170°. Bake the meringues for 2½ hours. They should be very crisp on the outside.
1. Slice the plums, and place them in a medium saucepan. Add just enough water to cover.
2. Bring the water to a boil. Add the sugar. Lower the heat, and simmer for 25 to 30 minutes until plums are soft but not falling apart.
3. Allow to cool, and transfer to a container. Refrigerate until ready to serve.
1. Place a meringue wreath on a plate, and place a scoop of ice cream into the center of the ring.
2. Top with plum compote, and garnish with mini meringues.
By Lele’
HIS FATHER’S VOICE. HIS GRANDFATHER’S TENOR. A NUSACH FROM DER HEIM CARRIED ACROSS COUNTRIES AND TIME.
Reb Meir Boruch Kohn is not just a baal tefillah; he is a bridge between generations, between shlichei tzibbur and their kehillos, and between the hearts of mispallelim and the One to Whom they are whispering fervent prayers during the Yomim Noraim.
eb Meir Boruch Kohn is renowned as the father of chassidishe baalei tefillos, and many a Yomim Noraim davening across the world features his carefully curated nusach, his techniques, and the tenuos he incorporated into the tefillos that stir the soul with the smoothest of sounds. Reb Meir Boruch’s voice is well-known as the baal tefillah of Mussaf on Yomim Noraim in the Tartikov beis midrash of Boro Park, a position he has held for the past 23 years.
Here, we take a peek under the tallis and learn what it is that aspiring baalei tefillos seek out Reb Meir Boruch for — to prepare them for the sacred task of representing Klal Yisroel as we whisper, sing and plead in a cry that pierces the heavens: chasmeinu b’sefer chaim tovim.
Like any piece of fine art, Reb Meir Boruch Kohn’s nusach is a blend of several great things.
It mixes the authenticity of Nanash’s pre-war chazanus, the sweetness of Dzhikov, the warmth of Modzidz, and the depth of yesteryear’s voice masters whose cantorials were memorialized on records.
“My father, Reb Shmuel Yitzchok Kohn, a”h, was a baal tefillah in his own right,” Reb Meir Boruch says. “He was deeply musical. My father grew up in Nanash, from where he was sadly deported just weeks after his bar mitzvah.”
It was from his father that Reb Meir Boruch inherited his talent at the amud. His powerful chazanus voice, however, is a gift from his maternal side; his mother’s father was a chazan
In Nanas (today Hajdúnánás), Hungary, lived the master baal tefillah Reb Asher Wieder, Hy”d, a composer of timeless pieces still sung all over the world today. His work would probably have been forgotten if Reb Shmuel Yitzchok, who had absorbed every tenuah and note from Reb Asher’s davening in his childhood, had not
transported it with him to London, where he davened at the amud for many years.
Although Reb Meir Boruch’s davening includes notable pieces from Reb Asher Wieder, taught to him by his father — most notably the popular Keser nusach sung widely — his core nusach is based on that of Reb Shlomo Rosen, a”h, a renowned baal tefillah in London and a close friend of his father.
I
“I
was riveted. From eight years of age until
left for the Nitra yeshiva at sixteen, every tefillah of every Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, I would stand near the amud with my little machzor and follow every note, every kneitch, every word uttered by Reb Shlomo”
“Reb Shlomo and my father were very close yedidim. My father ran a chicken slaughterhouse that was an hour and a half away from Stamford Hill, where we lived. Reb Shlomo Rosen was the shochet there. The pair would travel together every day and enjoy deep conversations on
topics of learning, history from der heim and nusachaos of davening.”
During the shivah of Reb Shmuel Yitzchok, Reb Avraham Gottesman, another shochet who’d often accompany them to the slaughterhouse, expressed regret that he didn’t think of recording their conversations. They were treasure troves of history, Torah and information.
“As a baal tefillah, I consider myself Reb Shlomo’s talmid,” Reb Meir Boruch says.
Reb Shlomo grew up in Galicia, where, still as a youngster, he became intimately acquainted with the work of the baal tefillos of yesteryear. He soaked up the davening in the Dzhikover court and committed the finest nuances passed down in the Ropshitzer dynasty to memory. “One of the famous pieces passed on to me through Reb Shlomo is the popular Ropshitzer Zachreinu L’chaim, which I, my students and shuls around the world sing.”
Reb Shlomo was a legend. For years, he davened at the Satmar shul in Stamford Hill, the shul in which Reb Meir Boruch grew up.
He brought a unique sweetness to the amud. Reb Meir Boruch was drawn to his voice, and he listened closely.
During the Yomim Noraim, Reb Shmuel Yitzchok Kohn was the baal tefillah at the Stanislover beis midrash, and the walk was too long for eight-year-old Meir Boruch’s short legs. And so, the young boy davened in the Satmar shul nearby.
“Those were different days,” Reb Meir Boruch reminisces, giving nod to the fact that children today should not be allowed to spend all day in shul unsupervised.
“I was riveted. From eight years of age until I left for the Nitra yeshiva at sixteen, every tefillah of every Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, I would stand near the amud with my little machzor and follow every note, every kneitch, every word uttered by Reb Shlomo.”
So attached was he to Reb Shlomo’s Yomim Noraim davening, that Reb Meir Boruch couldn’t miss a single one. In fact, he never heard his father’s davening of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
When the time came that Reb Meir Boruch started davening at the amud, Reb Shlomo’s nusach was so deeply ingrained in him, and the tenuos flowed along naturally.
“I spent fifteen years polishing, tweaking and figuring out the perfect tenuos for the nusach I use today, but the yesod of my davening — that’s Reb Shlomo Rosen’s,” Reb Meir Boruch says.
Reb Shlomo’s davening was his foundation, but Reb Meir Boruch’s work is richly supported by a variety of masters and cantorial talent. Naturally drawn to the field of chazanus, he began to develop his own unique nusach, drawing inspiration from the musical giants who came before him, with a special emphasis on the tenuos that the professional chazanim of the past used for a truly smooth delivery.
“I loved neginah as a child. I liked all types of music, but my passion was chazanus. Those were the days of record players, and I listened to a great deal of Yossele Rosenblatt’s work. I was also deeply enthralled by Zevulun Kwartin. He was a mumcha in nusach who had a wealth of knowledge and well-honed skill gleaned
Forty years ago, on Rosh Hashanah of 5746. Reb Meir Boruch stood at the amud for the first time, leading Mussaf in beis midrash Rachmei Ha’av in Williamsburg.
The following year he was hired at the Dushinsky shul in Williamsburg for Shacharis on Rosh Hashanah, a position he kept for the next thirteen years.
During his tenure at Dushinsky, he had the opportunity to travel to Kiryas Yoel for Yom Kippur twice, where he led tefillas Shacharis in Beis Medrash Hagadol of Kiryas Yoel.
In 5760, he davened in Boro Park for the first time, and three years later, he was asked to lead the Mussaf davening in Tartikov. Year after year, he has been the voice at the amud there, and many mispallelim come to Tartikov to hear his exceptional tefillos
from his time growing up in Novoarkhanhelsk, Russia, where he soaked up the European chazanus. I also listened to and studied the recordings of chazanim Mordechai Hershman and David Roitman, which gave me a very broad range of cantorial talent.”
Reb Meir Boruch still fine-tunes his pieces, incorporating new tenuos and adding on chiddushim to change things up and improve the delivery, because better has no limits
That’s not to say the nusach is set in stone. No good davening ever is. Reb Meir Boruch still finetunes his pieces, incorporating new tenuos and adding on chiddushim to change things up and improve the delivery, because better has no limits.
Nusach is important. Knowing what to stretch and where to stress lends a smoothness and sweetness to davening. But delivery — pitch and projection, technique and tenor — that comes first.
The voice is a baal tefillah’s most important tool, and optimizing it takes a lot of learning, a lot of practice and a lot of skill-honing.
“Initially, I would strain my voice at the amud I knew that if I didn’t learn the techniques — how to project my voice and expand my vocal range — I would not be doing my best work, and my voice would give way before long.”
Reb Meir Boruch started voice lessons as a yungerman, but it wasn’t as simple as signing up for some course. It took him five years of trial and error, marked by attempts, frustration and occasional progress, until he found a voice instructor who proved to be the right fit.
“Once I found a voice teacher I worked well with, it went smoothly. I kept up lessons with this instructor for many years.”
When the instructor passed away, Reb Meir Boruch, who had years of coaching and perfect-
ing technique under his belt, was approached by others who had been training alongside him; they were hoping he would step up to the plate and offer voice training.
It was then that Reb Meir Boruch launched his career as a voice instructor, filling a huge need for the heimishe world.
People seek out Reb Meir Boruch for voice lessons, but his teaching involves a lot of nusach too. Aspiring baalei tefillah are there to learn the tools of the trade, and he presents the perfect package. Clients seek coaching to master the correct use of their voice, and they also want to commit to memory the nusach that Reb Meir Boruch has meticulously collected, curated and cultivated.
“There are those who come as a blank slate, eager to be taught. Other clients have their own ideas of nusach and want help adapting them for the amud. And that is where I come in. I work with their voices, I work with the pieces, and I work together with the client to help them take to the amud with confidence and clarity.”
Do his clients teach him new things?
“On the rare occasion, I may nosh an interesting kneitch, a great idea, from a client,”
Reb Meir Boruch says.
“But I’m very selective. I don’t buy such offerings often.”
How long does it
There is nothing like the mighty thunder of tefillah to make one quake with the awe of malchus Shamayim. There is nothing like a soft hum gathering power, gathering momentum, and taking an entire tzibbur with it
take for one to become a professional chazan? The most important factor is his baseline. One needs to have a knack for music and have a decent voice, and with these in place, it would take between five and six years of solid work to become a professional.
If one doesn’t have a knack for music, it’s a tremendous drawback. Chazanim need confidence in delivering a shtickel. A natural flow and aptitude for music are required for a voice to be maximized and a song to be presented to perfection. There needs to be a deep, intuitive “knowing” for a person to truly shine at the amud If the musical piece is missing, chazanus may be teachable, but learning the art will take a lot of work and many years.
There is nothing like a slow, fervent melody to wake up human emotions that tend to freeze in the face of the magnitude of Yom Kippur. There is nothing like the mighty thunder of tefillah to make one quake with the awe of malchus Shamayim. There is nothing like a soft hum gathering power, gathering momentum, and taking an entire tzibbur with it.
The shaliach tzibbur taps into the power of neginah as we stand before the gates and await Hashem’s mercy.
“It’s in the tefillos of the Yomim Noraim where the baalei tefillos invest the most work,” Reb Meir Boruch says.
The olam is receptive. They want to be stirred. They want to be moved to tears. Mispallelim are patient. There’s an openness to a longer davening, to pieces not murmured, but sung, punctuated with feeling. Mispallelim love melodious pieces, but not compli-
cated ones. There is beauty in something they can catch on to and hum along with. More complex pieces don’t become popular.
How does Reb Meir Boruch choose his songs?
“Some of the songs I sing were taught to me by Reb Shlomo Rosen, but when I want stirring niggunim to capture the hearts longing to connect, I turn to Modzidz. It’s a goldmine of beautiful songs.
“I like to change things up every few years. I don’t always sing the same tunes. There are several different versions of specific pieces that are beautiful, and I like to bring that kind of freshness to the davening.”
For M’chalkel Chaim, for example, Reb Meir Boruch has five different versions, and every year he might choose a different one. But it’s never decided on the fly. He’ll always know in advance what he will be singing during these auspicious moments.
Today’s tunes don’t find their place at the amud of Reb Meir Boruch. The heilige days are steeped in tradition and seriousness, and the sacred mood is carefully preserved.
“But Reb Moshe Goldman’s songs? Ah,
During these elevated days when we crown Hashem, when we are so tangibly mekabel ol malchus Shamayim, a lot of the davening is on a high pitch, and it is so by design.
“According to kabbalah, it is an inyan of malchius to keep the pitch high. During coronations, there are shrill sounds blasted as royalty is crowned. Likewise, in the davening of the Yomim Noraim, when we are mamlich Hashem, when we create a crown for our King, the davening is more high-pitched than usual,” Reb Meir Boruch explains.
“You can see that in Hamelech, in Kaddish and in other places, too. There is a tendency to end on a high note. Reb Shlomo davened like that, and I incorporated it in my nusach for the Yomim Noraim too.”
The responsibility of a baal tefillah is great, and in order to keep his commitment to the tzibbur, one needs to do all he can to keep his voice and health optimal as the Yomim Noraim draw near.
The importance of sleeping well must be emphasized. Sleep deprivation has a direct effect on the immune system, and a baal tefillah needs to do whatever is in their control to prevent a cold.
A baal tefillah should also be on the lookout for any slight cough — that’s how a cold starts — and try to nip it in the bud. Vitamin C can help and is recommended for preventative measures. Still, if he’s under the weather or his respiratory system is compromised, he needs to be serious about treatment. Antibiotics should be taken even if symptoms are mild. These measures are crucial, even though they are not what one would regularly do. The last thing a baal tefillah wants is to wake up on Yom Tov without a voice.
Another thing to keep in mind is that reflux and heartburn adversely affect the voice. Over-the-counter preventative acid relief like Prilosec is a good option, and a baal tefillah should be mindful to avoid foods he knows may cause heartburn. He should also be cautious not to overeat in the days leading up to Yom Tov.
“Twice in my career I needed to decline the amud during the Yomim Noraim,” Reb Meir Boruch shares. “I wasn’t feeling well, and my doctor said I won’t be able to daven. In hindsight, I think I could have pulled through, but I let myself be convinced. Those Yomim Noraim felt very different.”
those are pure. Occasionally, I’ll add one of his songs to my repertoire.”
Even though the davening is seeped into the very marrow of his bones, Reb Meir Boruch starts practicing for the Yomim Noraim from Shavuos, humming pieces to himself and reviewing the flow. And since his calendar is full, his appointment slots booked with baalei tefillah who practice their davening with him, the entire summer season offers a full-time refresher course.
“When it comes to preparing for the sacred task of representing the tzibbur,” Reb Meir Boruch says, “there’s a crucial ruchnius aspect, but that’s not mine to touch. Baalei tefillah need to look into seforim and prepare appropriately for a job of such magnitude.”
As for the practical side of things, there’s no winging it at the amud. A baal tefillah must be highly confident and fully prepared. He must know which nusach he’ll be using at every point. He needs a clear vision of the flow, including when to go up and when to drop the pitch. He needs a precise mehalech and must adhere to it. It requires a lot of practice.
“When I was starting out, I was always humming the nusach. It has to penetrate the very bones, so when you’re at the amud, there’s no stalling, and you stay on track.”
How do baalei tefillos have the energy and physical wherewithal to belt out passionate renditions of the most soul-stirring tefillos at the amud? How do they manage to stand on their feet for hours during a fast and keep going strong?
Voice projection is an integral part of making davening at the amud sustainable.
“One needs to use power,” Reb Meir Boruch points out, “not one’s voice. A baal tefillah is allowed to get exhausted at the amud, as he will, but not hoarse.
“And Hashem gives koach,” he says. “And emotions give koach. Passion gives koach.”
Or, as they say in Belz, “The amud gives koach.”
For 25 hours on Yom Kippur, we beseech Hashem for forgiveness and atonement and daven for a good year to come. On this Day of Judgement, we’re elevated like malachim, yet also reminded of our mortality. We don’t have the Bais Hamikdash or the Kohen Gadol to atone for us, and we no longer experience the soaring joy of seeing the scarlet thread turn white.
But other traditions have endured. In most kehillos, it is customary for the men to wear a pure white kittel on Yom Kippur, as a sacred reminder of the solemnity of the day. Here, a kittel manufacturer gives us a glimpse into the process of creating this special garment, as well as its associated traditions.
“A kittel is a heilige zach,” says Mr. Rosenfeld*, “and a tremendous amount of work goes into manufacturing one.”
Sewing a standard kittel is a labor-intensive process that takes lots of time and involves a myriad of details including pleats, tucks and lace. In contrast, a simpler linen kittel with no design or buttons, as is the minhag in Skvere, takes much less time to produce.
Lace is a major component of a kittel, and Mr. Rosenfeld notes that the lace industry is a huge one. He sources his lace from a manufacturer who produces rolls as wide as 72 inches for kallah gowns as well as for curtains and tablecloths.
“He makes a custom run for us, producing specialty lace of just one to two inches wide,” Mr. Rosenfeld says.
Looking at the intricate lace on a kittel, one might assume a special sewing machine is required to trim the kittel. But Mr. Rosenfeld is quick to correct that idea.
“No,” he says, “the lace gets sewn with a regular sewing machine.” The real skill lies in the ability to manipulate the
Every business is bound to face challenges from time to time, and the kittel industry is no different. Mr. Rosenfeld shares one of the most frustrating problems.
“Sometimes a kittel that’s nearly complete, with its pleats and tucks sewn to perfection, gets an oil stain from the sewing machine.”
A single drop of oil, he explains, could ruin a kittel. “We try removing those stains, of course, but it’s a painstaking task and not always successful.”
In those cases, Mr. Rosenfeld gives the ruined kittelach to Judaica stores for customers to try on for size. He also remembers a time he donated a batch of 50 ruined kittelach to Jewish inmates in prison so they could experience Yom Kippur dressed in a white kittel
Another challenge is finding perfectly white linen fabric. “We’re always on the lookout for a nice white,” he says. “Not gray, not yellow — just a perfect white linen.”
delicate fabric. “It takes a lot of concentration and delicate hands.”
The price of a kittel has always depended on the labor involved and the materials used. Elegant, more detailed kittelach are crafted in the U.S. with much care and artistry, while the cheaper, simpler ones are mass-produced overseas.
This difference in quality is clearly reflected in the cost. Just fifteen years ago, a basic kittel might have sold for around $25, while a luxurious one, adorned with detailed lace, could run anywhere from $250 to $300.
Today the market has evolved significantly. Some kittelach are now embellished with rhinestones, Swarovski stones, or have luxurious ataros added to the cuffs and collars, elevating the simple beauty of the kittel into an elegant masterpiece. A kittel like this can retail in the $650 range.
For Mr. Rosenfeld, the kittel business has two bustling seasons: Yom Kippur and Pesach.
“During the Pesach season,” he says, “people buy the nicer, more intricate kittelach, while for Yom Kippur, they tend to buy the simpler ones.”
Mr. Rosenfeld is always ready for the last-minute rush, a common occurrence in his line of work. Customers often come to his door in a panic, sometimes right up until the start of Yom Kippur, or even on Pesach itself. “They’re usually desperate,” he says. “They might have misplaced their kittel, or found it torn or completely stained just before Yom Tov began.”
Mr. Rosenfeld learned
to keep a supply of kittelach on hand for these emergencies. To avoid any halachic issues, he even opens the packages before Yom Tov, ensuring the garments won’t be muktza. It’s a small gesture that truly makes a difference for his customers.
Mr. Rosenfeld has received other interesting requests over time, some of them rather meaningful. On one occasion, a customer entrusted him with a treasured kittel that had belonged to a distinguished chassidishe rebbe. The customer had received it as a valuable inheritance and wanted Mr. Rosenfeld to replicate it exactly.
“I remember feeling so trusted, safeguarding the rebbe’s kittel as I meticulously copied every stitch and design,” Mr. Rosenfeld recalls.
Another time, a customer approached Mr. Rosenfeld with a similar request, this time in regard to a Litvish rosh yeshiva’s kittel. The man had a duplicated version of the rosh yeshiva’s kittel in hand and wanted Mr. Rosenfeld to create a perfect copy of that copy.
“A kittel from a gadol means so much, and I was happy I was able to fulfill those requests,” Mr. Rosenfeld says.
There are many minhagim when it comes to kittelach Throughout Mr. Rosenfeld’s many years in the business, he’s had the opportunity to learn about countless customs.
Some men don’t wear a kittel during shanah rishonah, while others intentionally leave wine stains from the Pesach Seder unwashed, so they will serve as a merit for a good year on Yom Kippur. Yet others only wear the kittel they wore under
Taking care of a kittel requires a gentle touch.
“It’s best to wash a kittel in cold water with a mild detergent and hang it to dry,” Mr. Rosenfeld advises. And what about those stubborn grape juice and wine stains that seem impossible to remove? “They usually come out,” he says, “if you wash them promptly.”
Some have the custom of wearing the same kittel for the Seder and for Yom Kippur, intentionally leaving the Pesach wine stains as a merit for a good year. Those stains will be much harder to remove after Yom Kippur six months later.
It isn’t only stains that pose a challenge; washing machines can also be surprisingly harsh. Mr. Rosenfeld once had a customer who returned to him four times to have the lace on his kittel repaired. “As many times as I told him that his washing machine was the issue, he refused to believe it. But kittelach are delicate.”
A kittel is specifically designed without pockets. Just like tachrichim, the lack of pockets on a kittel signifies that a person cannot take material possessions with them after 120. This serves as a powerful reminder that only a person’s ma’asim tovim and spiritual worth have true, lasting value.
the chuppah, never buying a new one. And some people wear a kittel on Rosh Hashanah, too. There are even those who request a kittel made entirely from linen and sewn with linen thread. This custom, Mr. Rosenfeld says, which is similar to the customs regarding tachrichim, is meant to evoke a reminder of the yom hamisah. Beyond individual customs, every chassidus has its own unique minhag. Mr. Rosenfeld has manufactured five different styles just to cater to the various traditions.
In Skvere and Rachmistrivka, the kittelach are made from a single piece of linen, completely unadorned — no buttons, no lace. They also have a unique “sailor-style” hood in the back. This particular kittel is designed to double as tachrichim; a string is added to the collar after 120 years, and it becomes a hood to cover the niftar
The Yekkish and Vien communities wear kittelach made of linen and decorated with ornate lace. They also wear a white hat called a hoibel, which resembles the hat worn by the chazan. Satmar and Viznitz kittelach are sewn down at the bottom, so the kittel doesn’t open fully, and in Yerushalayim, some Yidden don’t wear a kittel at all, and instead wear a white bekitche
Regardless of the customs that shaped their kittel, Yom Kippur will find men clad in white davening, hoping and singing piyutim. May the purity of the kittel help us be zoche to our deepest yearnings, so we may once again watch the crimson thread turn a brilliant, pure white.
*name has been changed
Visitors to the shul in the Galician town of Bobov immediately notice the faint mural of Yerushalayim that adorns the whitewashed walls. This mural, which has been somewhat restored, was painted by Rav Yaikele Gutwirth, zt”l, a century before the eponymous Bobov became one of the world’s largest chassidish courts. To describe Rav Yaikele, the term artist would be a misnomer; he was, in fact, a tremendous talmid chacham and mekubal
He was also the great-grandfather of my paternal grandfather, Reb Yisroel Dov Weitz, z”l. According to family lore, Rav Yaikele wanted to carve a pair of ornate wooden doors for the aron kodesh, decorating them with kabbalistic motifs. After completing one door, he was suddenly niftar. When the townsfolk returned to the shul after his levayah, they were astounded to see that the second door had mysteriously been completed and was installed next to its pair in front of the aron kodesh. (These doors no longer exist.)
Thus, my Zaida came from a family of Bobover chassidim whose connection to Bobov predated the chassidus itself. He grew up in the small shtetl of Zator, near Katowice, where his father, Rav Yochanon Zev Weitz, Hy”d, served as rosh hakahal of the town. Zaida had three sisters, one of whom passed away from a childhood illness. Despite being an only son, he was sent off immediately after his bar mitzvah to learn in a yeshiva in Bobov, a journey of 150 kilometers, quite a distance in the prewar years.
Zaida was blessed with a photographic memory and quickly earned a reputation as a serious masmid. His days as a yeshiva bochur were spent in the beis midrash, and every spare moment, including Shabbos and Yomim Tovim, was spent with the Rebbe, the Kedushas Tzion, Hy”d.
Zaida was nineteen years old when the Nazis invaded Poland. His youth came to a crashing halt, and the Rebbe ordered the bochurim to return to their families. Zaida spent the next few years on the run, making his way from one ghetto to another. He spent a hellish year in Plaszów, and was forced to clean up the blood, gore and human remains after an aktzion in the Bochnia Ghetto. Eventually, he managed to flee to Romania.
During his escape (some of which is recorded in Nor the Moon by Night [Feldheim Publishers]), he would occasionally encounter friends
and acquaintances. More often than not, they had bad news to share. Zaida learned that his parents and sisters had fled from Zator to nearby Yashnitze, where they had met their fate and were shot into a mass grave. Almost his entire extended family was murdered.
In May 1944, Zaida finally made it to Eretz Yisroel, via Turkey, Syria and Lebanon. He was on one of the last trains that the British allowed entry via Rosh Hanikrah. As the train emerged from the tunnel in Rosh Hanikrah, it was greeted by hordes of Jews who lined the tracks and threw juicy oranges into the windows, giving the emaciated survivors their very first taste of the blessings of the Holy Land.
That taste of freedom didn’t last long; the British Mandate detained the survivors in the Atlit Detention Camp. Zaida went from one prison camp to another until he was finally released after two months.
Zaida’s first stop after being released was Yerushalayim. When he arrived in the city, he immediately made inquiries as to which yeshivos there were. He was directed to Chevron Yeshiva, located at the time in Geulah, and was told to request an interview with the Rosh Yeshiva, Rav Yechezkel Sarna, zt”l
Rav Sarna lived in a small villa adjacent to the yeshiva, and the interview took place in his home. Zaida sat in front of the Rosh Yeshiva, who asked him, “Where are you up to in learning?”
Zaida hadn’t been able to open a Gemara in more than five years, yet
his unusual memory kicked in, and he launched into a chazarah of the last daf he had learned before his world had gone up in flames.
Then Rav Sarna asked, “Which yeshiva did you attend?”
“I learned in Bobov,” Zaida answered.
“Vos is dos Bobov? ” the Rosh Yeshiva wondered.
Four short words, innocently uttered by a tzaddik who loved his fellow Yid, but knew nothing of what the young man before him had experienced. These four words left Zaida shattered.
Ask someone what the olam haTorah looked like in prewar Europe, and they’ll most likely rattle off well-known Litvishe yeshivos, such as Slabodka, Telshe, Novardok, Kaminetz and Baranovitch. Nowadays, Mir, Ponovezh and BMG each have thousands of talmidim, but before the war, each of the aforementioned yeshivos boasted only a few hundred talmidim. A lesser-known fact is that there were hundreds of chassidishe yeshivos throughout Poland, with talmidim numbering in the
thousands. Radomsk, for instance, had 36 branches and over 3,000 bochurim
Bobov, too, had an extensive network of yeshivos. In fact, in 1881, the first Bobover Rebbe established Galicia’s first yeshiva. In the 1920s, the Kedushas Tzion saw that the turbulent winds of Zionism were beginning to infiltrate the minds of youths from shomer Shabbos families. He understood that the only way to combat the dangerous new phenomenon properly was to provide teenage boys with a warm, Torah’dig environment and open their eyes to the wealth of Torah and Yiddishkeit. He traveled throughout Galicia, moving from one shtetl to another, and established yeshivos, which he called Eitz Chaim, for boys from nearby villages. He worked tirelessly to recruit boys, most of whom were not Bobover chassidim, to his yeshivos. At its peak before the Holocaust, the Bobover Eitz Chaim yeshiva network consisted of 40 yeshivos and approximately 2,000 talmidim. These yeshivos were truly Galicia’s crowning glory.
Zaida sat there in a small room in Yerushalayim, the words of Rav Sarna reverberating in his mind.
Vos is dos Bobov?
Zaida was shaken. How was it possible that a name that had rung loudly across Europe was not known to one of Yerushalayim’s most distinguished sages?
It suddenly dawned on him that the glorious life he had left behind was fated to be forgotten.
His parents and sisters were gone; his neighbors and friends were gone. His beloved Rebbe, the Kedushas Tzion, had been murdered by the Gestapo and Ukrainian police. The Bobover yeshivos were mere relics of the past. A world full of Torah and chassidus — destroyed forever.
Had the name Bobov — a name once called out with pride and venerability — become utterly meaningless?
For the first time since discovering the extent of the destruction in Europe, he understood the magnitude of what he — and indeed, the world — had lost.
Somehow, the heartbroken young man managed to finish the farher, and he was accepted to yeshiva. Zaida learned in Yeshivas Chevron for several years before traveling to New York, where the Kedushas Tzion’s eldest son, Rav Shlomo Halberstam, zt”l, was rebuilding the chassidus. A shidduch was redt between Zaida and Rav Shlomo’s younger sister Shaindel Ratza. The Bobover chassid who was alone in the world became a brother-in-law to his new Rebbe, and once again, Bobov became a central part of his life.
Fast-forward over twenty years, and my father became engaged to my mother, a niece of Rav Shlomo Zalman Auerbach, zt”l. The wedding, which was held in Yerushalayim, was scheduled to coincide with the chanukas habayis of the new Bobover shul in Geulah, and the Bobover Ruv traveled from New York to serve as mesader kiddushin. The wedding was an extraordinary affair, as the respective uncles of the chasan and kallah — two Torah giants from different worlds — clearly enjoyed talking with each other in learning.
The Shabbos sheva brachos was held in the new Bobover beis midrash — a doubly joyous affair, as it celebrated not just the beginning of a new Yiddishe family, but the rebirth of a chassidus that was gradually establishing new communities across the globe.
When they arrived at the shul for Kabbalas Shabbos, my father immediately noticed that Zaida had gone pale and seemed agitated. Soon Zaida approached one of the gabbaim and asked, “Can you tell me what this place is?”
“The building of the new shul used to belong to the Chevron Yeshiva,” came the reply. “In fact, the street is called Rechov Hayeshiva because it was named for Yeshivas Chevron when it relocated here after the 1929 Chevron Massacre. The house that we’re in now was once the home of Rav Yechezkel Sarna.”
Zaida turned to my father, visibly shaken. The shul quieted to hear what the mechutan had to say.
“Here, in this very room, is where my farher for Yeshivas Chevron took
place,” he called out. “Here, at this very window, is where Rav Chazkel Sarna sat and asked, ‘Vos iz dos Bobov?’ When I heard his words, I thought that Bobov was all but destroyed. But now, look around. Here is the Bobover Ruv, shlit”a. And here are Bobover chassidim. Here is a new Bobover beis midrash. And here is the chasan, a Bobover einikel who will, im yirtzeh Hashem, establish yet another generation of ehrliche Yidden and talmidei chachamim!”
Zaida’s words hung in the air, and the guests pondered their meaning; it was a story as significant as the story of Galus itself. A world of Torah, chassidus and dveikus, completely ripped to shreds and doomed to be mere fragments of a memory. Yet all it took was a tiny she’eiris hapleita for that world to come roaring back into existence, much larger than ever before. And Zaida, who had sat alone in that very room and wondered whether the world he came from would ever be known again, now sat surrounded by the answer: Not only was Bobov remembered — it was thriving once again.
In this sukkah scape, the blue and white palette evokes the water and the sky, and creates a perfect atmosphere for the Yom Tov that follows Kriyas Yam Suf and celebrates the shelter of the Ananei Hakavod.
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While the trim on the napkins coordinates with the embroidery on the table topper, they’re not the same to avoid too much matchymatchy.
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