Shabbos Schedule for Satu-Mare, January 3-4, 1936

I guess the time for Sof Zman Krias Shma wasn't legible when they printed this sefer. טשולינט ריקען is ten minutes before ליכט צינדן, but you only need to close your store 5 minutes before. Or is that when the bakery closes - the one that stores all the Chulent? It would seem so.  A quick Google search tells me that sunset on January 3 was 4:48pm. So they lit candles 10 minutes before Shkiah. Sunset the next day was 4:49, yet Motzoei Shabbos is only 69 minutes thereafter. No 72 minutes, even in the פלטרין של מלך. 

Maybe we should tell the NYS Supreme Court about that

Who is this Yakov Herzog from Czechoslovakia who so harmlessly pokes fun at Rebbes and their Shabbos tables?

He sounds like in his house they poked fun at Chassidim and their Rebbes. A nice Oyberlender Yingelle whose parents dreaded that he become one of them.

אפשר פאר דעם האט מען א נאמען געגעבן דעם ספר "התעוררות תשובה" ווייל ער האט מעורר געווען אידן לתשובה

The holy Erlauer Rav, son of the Ksav Sofer, who was killed at Auschwitz at the age of 94, sent a shliach to the Neology Rabbi in Budapest to speak about Shmiras Shabbos. Had he not been the z'kan hoRabbonim and a grandson of the holy Chasam Sofer - and had it been in the age of the internet - it would've gotten him into a whole lot of trouble with the more zealous factions of Hungarian Jewry, who forbade any contact with the Neologues. This kind of reminds of me of what the holy Lubavitcher Rebbe would do years later, realize that unaffiliated Jews are still Jews, even if they were ostracized, and as such need to keep the Torah and Mitzvos. And if they don't they need to be told about it.

HERE

what to be מכוון when getting dressed for Shabbos today - and every Friday!

  בגדי שבת - קאסוב...

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Had I known this when I got married...

זכרנו את הדגה אשר נאכל במצרים חנם את הקשאים

Erev Shabbos, New York City, 1890.

Think of this while you do your Erev Shabbos shopping:

This Yiddele probably came from somewhere in Russia/Poland/Lita to "di goldene medineh" to make a living. He may have escaped pogroms with his family, or maybe his family wasn't as lucky as him, because they were home at the time and bore the brunt of some Czarist-induced mob. In any case he's here in New York all by himself. He finally found a job sweeping coal, or something along those lines, and hence the complexion of his face. (And you thought that was only a job for an Orel...) And where do you think he lived? In that cellar. That's right, you're looking at his Shabbos table there. Tasty looking Challah, eh? The caption to that photo Reads Like That. See For Yourselves. So if you browse the aisles in your local supermarket and see lots of goodies, and maybe you needn't really stretch your grocery budget to the brink like that, think about Yiddel in America a hundred and twenty years ago. Think about the look on that forlorn face and put that Schick's cake back in the shelf. Your wallet and your waistline can both do without.

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