bedfellows...

R Mordechai Gross leaving Meron this Hoshana Rabbah. Notice the Aroves the young man is holding, I hear it's the latest craze in Bene Beraq...

A seemingly innocent blurb caught the Tzig's attention. R Mordechai Gross, Rav of Chanichei HaYeshivos, whatever that means, (which yeshivos?) is gonna be in Montreal for Shabbos. He will be the guest of Mr. Hershey Friedman, proprietor of the new Agri in Postville. Here's how "The Shteeble" described him: "Rav Mordechai Gross, Rov of Chanichei Yeshivos in Bnei Brak and dayan of Sheiris Yisroel is widely recognized as one of the young gedolim of the Israeli olam haYeshivos. We will have the merit of having him spend Shabbos Chayei Sara here in Montreal." We can definitely argue that fact, despite the innocuous description the blogger writes. Who decided who's a young gadol? I dare say that even among the Bnei HaYeshivos HaLitoyioys he's not a "gadol." Why just today I asked a very knowledgeable young man, who veiked zich by countless Rabbonim and Roshei Yeshiva in the Holy Land and he had never heard of RMG. Whatever, that's not the point here. I - not being of the conspiracy theory mindset - find it weird and complex that HF has this relationship with Gross, especially since he pulled Agri out from under the Rubashkins' feet. Rubashkin the Lubavitcher, that is. Obviously Gross had nothing to with this, and I'm not blaming Friedman for Rubashkin's demise, but I could not help myself but wonder about the relationship. Gross' connection to Shearis, which was founded only to counter the Hechsher of Rav Landau is what makes me go hmmm. I doubt most other gevirim in North America have Gross on their Rolodex.

Shoin, genug geplapelt, Hirshel.

Dear Mum - 1

{Read this. It's good stuff. Very English and Temimus'dik. There's a lot more of these letters, and I'd like to know if this interests the oylem out there. Otherwise I won't bother with the rest of the letters, some of which are very telling about the mindset of frum Jews in those days...}


The London Jewish Tribune this week started publishing a series of letters I wrote home some 55 years ago from Jerusalem. I flatter myself that they may be of interest to some of my family, friends and acquaintances, who would not normally see the Newspaper.The first article published in the 10 Sep '09 edition is addended below.

Good Shabbos
Elozor Reich

From the London Jewish Tribune: "In August 1953 Elozor Reich, then aged 21 years old, left his comfortable family home in Manchester to learn in the famous Chevron Yeshivah in Yerusholayim, after having earlier learned in Staines and Gateshead Yeshivos. His correspondence with his parents is a veritable historical treasure. The letters are reproduced (with some omissions) as written. Any clarifying additions are in square brackets. "

Home from Home

24 August, 1953

Somewhere between Greece and Eretz Hakodesh on S.S. Grimani

Dear Parents AMV"S

I am now aboard ship and I intend just starting this letter and adding to it later.

Since I left Manchester exactly one week ago today I have seen so many people and received so many impressions that it seems like a month already. Well, I think the best thing is to start at the beginning and describe in short my journey so far. The first thing I would like to say is that if you think of coming to EY, do so by air or alternatively as second best, travel first class and only take as much luggage as you can easily carry without assistance. As I do not belong to either category I have had a pretty rough time. It is difficult to describe a worse feeling than being utterly at the mercy of horrible porters.

Well to start – when I arrived in London I got my seven pieces to the Left Luggage Office at Liverpool St. Station and went to 121 [Manor Rd, N16] to find [R'] Moshe [Sternbuch] [his sister was married to my brother Yudel] in sole charge. He was controlling a traffic of endless meshulochim and other bearded and clean-shaven Jews. Some came in to sleep and some just to eat sardines from the tin and various other unwashed vegetables. Immediately when I arrived [R'] Moshe pounced on me and led me in and introduced me to all present and invited me to join in and share the sustenance. After that he found me a vacant bed and I managed to get to sleep after digesting a long list of people to whom to give his regards and a lot of general information about Yeshivah life in EY. I boarded the train at Liverpool St [for Harwich] next morning and the trip across to the Hook [of Holland] was very enjoyable. So far so good.



On arrival at Holland my troubles started. Since I had no train reservation my plan was to get off the boat first and grab a seat. Wishful thinking. My seven pieces of luggage made all my plans miscarry. Firstly, the was a great paucity of porters portering in this particular port. Secondly, they were all lazy. Thirdly, my luggage was all on the wrong deck. Eventually, I got off the boat about third last and found the platform where stood an immensely long giant train. But after asking three porters, two Cooks’ officials and one interpreter it transpired by majority vote that only one sole carriage was to Italy [where I had to catch my boat]. The rest were to be shed at diverse junctions across Europe; where exactly there was no clear majority. One porter who said the whole train was Rome-bound quickly lost his deposit. The train was due to leave in ten minutes so there was no time for a recount. My porter had deserted me and my seven pieces at the bottom of the platform (that did not prevent another angrily claiming the Union rate). The only thing to do was to get into the carriage marked Ventimiglia. Now, besides the normal people for their wagon there were a whole crowd like myself who had been diverted from France, so it was a rugby scrum. Three quarters of the seats were reserved and the odd quarter was taken long before I approached the battlefield. The only thing was to get on somehow. Having had some practice at various tishen I picked up the heaviest case, held it like a bayonet and charged. This operation I repeated several times and beyond being near a state of collapse, I was O.K.


My seven luggage pieces were littered at intervals along the corridor and I found myself in a vice between a Scottish priest and an aristocratic Italian student who could talk any language you can think of in less than ten seconds and knew everything about anything. Compared to us sardines in a tin were as far apart as the Poles. It was absolutely unimaginable. So started the journey across the Continent at 6.40 p.m. Monday. I was right at the back and at every second station officials would enter. Their entry necessitated lifting out a whole pile of luggage and a few bodies. At a frontier, and we crossed three, each time before and after, four officials would bother us, one to examine passports and ask questions, another to stamp them, a third to dish out forms asking silly questions and the fourth just stam a nosy parker. Not understanding Dutch and Italian and pretending not to understand German saved some bother. I did not get any sleep at all, firstly because of the oppressive conditions we were in and secondly because of the above officials and ticket collectors of whom there is a plethora right across Europe.



We arrived in Basel early in the morning and relief came. They tagged some coaches on and half the people got off. From then on I had a seat but the magnificent Swiss scenery, which I beheld for the first time, kept me awake. At 3 p.m. Tuesday we arrive in Milan over an hour late in broiling sun. There was no porter in sight and so again out with seven pieces on to the platform. After resting several minutes I hunted out a porter and managed to get him to understand that I wanted the stuff in the Left Luggage Office. This accomplished I mastered the intricacies of a strange telephone system and got through to Jose T [son of an Milan family, friends of my parents]. He immediately came round, showed me where to have a bath, took me to the flat where I met Mr & Mrs T, and where I had a bite. After that we went to see the shipping company, who treat you quite decently if you speak English and were informed that I would still have to register in Genoa. J. then showed me the sights of Milan including the smart shops and a brand new Bays Haknesses which looks like an opera house. After oversleeping the night in a hotel it was a big rush to catch the 7.35 a.m. train for Genoa. On getting there, again trouble with the porters (never will I take so much luggage again). I took a taxi to the port. There was not much bother there, just the formalities of the ticket and the Customs. The ship immediately looked rotten and so it proved. A cabin shared with fifteen others, no chairs, towels, air or room. There is only a small space of deck allotted to the third class and deck chairs cost 4/- [shillings]for the journey and every time you want your paid-for chair you have to eject someone. The food situation is not so bad but rather monotonous. I am living on hard-boiled eggs, tomatoes, tinned salmon and sardines, and bread. So far the sea has been smooth and we have had only pleasant weather.



Immediately on boarding I looked round for Shoimray Shabbos etc. and found two; a Melamed and a very old Bochur from Venezuela going to join relatives. On Thursday we arrive in Naples and I joined a tour by bus. We saw Vesuvius and celebrated the ruins of Pompeii. It was very expensive but well worth it....... On returning I found two Bachurim from New York who were going to the Belzer Yeshiva and had boarded. This was already their third week at sea. Friday night there was a whole to-do about a Minyan. One Mechalel Shabbos who liked the Bretel scraped together a Minyan. Of course, the Belzer boys did not want to join in and there was a row. Shabbos afternoon we docked in Greece, Ve'Iyanti Besforim VeRo'isi SheMutar Loredes Min Hasphinoh, but the trouble was one had to carry a [reboarding permit] paper. I tried to avoid this but failed ignominiously and so had to stay on board.

Today is Sunday. We arrive tomorrow in Cyprus where I hope to go ashore and Tuesday Be'Ezer Hashem Nizkeh Laylach BoEretz SheAfilu Moshe Lo Zochoh Laylach Bo. On the boat there is a mixture of British, Americans (mostly 1st class), French, Italians, Greeks and Cypriots. There are also a few Sabras Mumrim LeHachis RCH"L . Never have I met Shekutzim as low. I have made friends with a few English people including one from Manchester! I spend the time learning, sunbathing, playing chess and talking to various people. Taking everything into consideration the ship journey could have been far worse.

Well, I shall leave off here until later.

Is VosIzNeias bought and paid for?!

I don't usually do this, but somehow I was struck by the disparity here. A disparity, that in light of what HAS been reported screams "bloody murder."

Anybody that has followed Vos Iz Neias over the last few years has seen it develop from a site that reported mostly on MVAs and such, (MVA = motor vehicle accidents, to you guys in Lakewood) to a full scale site that mostly copies and pastes from other news sites and blogs. Anything even remotely related to Jews, even new regulations and legislation that may affect Jews, is reported on in VIN. Scandals of any type - whether X-rated or not - get covered there. It used to be that they would either omit the name or put only the acronyms, but now - for the most part - they put the whole story for you to read right on their site, since a simple Google news search would direct you to the story anyway - which is the excuse they use when dealt the Loshen HoRah card. There was a story where a Monsey man - a ba'al tzedokoh - was accused of heinous se-ual crimes while posing as a doctor - the man was later acquitted, but the whole story was reported on VIN, with all the details intact. There was the story of the father who was accused of terrible crimes against his own daughter; that too was reported on VIN. The point is clear - EVERYTHING gets covered, they miss nothing there.

Well, they sort of do. There was one story last week where they removed the name of a prominent Flatbush gvir, one who is very close to the top-tier gedolim in Eretz Yisroel, when they reported about the scandal he's now tied to. No, it wasn't paying your bills late, or hiring illegal Mexicans, it was only a $50Million kickback. Nobody got hurt. No Chillul Hashem because the Forward didn't run with it for months and years on end, and because, because, because. Only butchers who hire illegals do that kind of CH thing. Whatever. Let Schron make his millions, and let him get his kickbacks. It makes no difference to me, I get neither richer nor poorer, and he could probably care less what losers like us think of his shady business deals. But what it does tell you is how the business is run, the information business, that is, and that what you see is NOT necessarily what you get. Often times - as we learn from the New York Times - it's what's NOT reported that tells you the story.

There was a very tragic death last week in Boro Park. A young man, 36 hours after getting married, died a horrible death at the foot of the Avenue Plaza Hotel in Boro Park. The circumstances surrounding his death are very unclear; I'm not here to delve into them. You can at least give me the benefit of the doubt here; I never, ever discuss such situations, and I've been attacked relentlessly by friends of young people who died for "covering for the establishment." Other websites that have a major beef with mainstream frum establishment Judaism; you know who and what I mean. Having said that, please understand that I'm not here to bring shame to any family involved here, and I DO have a heart, so can the attacks and don't even start. The point I'm trying to make by bringing it up is simple; there are plenty of other situations where great pain and embarassment was brought unto victim's families or even alleged perpetrators' families. They all had the crimes and misdemeanors of their loved ones plastered over the VIN webpages. Nobody was spared their wrath, a wrath cloaked in the guise of "information," not c"v expose's or attacks.

So what I want to know is very simple, not why was that incident NOT covered, but why were all the OTHERS covered extensively?! Newssites such as Matzav and beChadrei Charedim mentioned the story. There was little talk about how and where and more talk about the etzem tragedy. Even Matzav had something like 65 comments as of Monday morning, and all were respectful, consoling and lamenting their friend. Many had been to the wedding 2 nights earlier and were devastated. The fact that such a terrible tragedy is the one ignored speaks louder than a 1000 words. Things like this don't just happen, and if there is a coverup going on then VIN would be an accesory to the crime, despie the fact that they like to consider themselves trailbalzers on the issue of abuse and such in our communities. We need to keep their proverbial feet to the fire. If you guys think I censor comments then you have a lot to learn. Nobody has his finger on the delete button more than VIN. Keeping quiet at a time like this is criminal.

?איר הערט מיך, מיסטער וואס איז נייעס

IOW, Is VosIzNeias bought and paid for?!

Professors wanna have fun too

Professor David Berger doing what he does best...

מוצאי שבת מואוויס

Untitled from bhol on Vimeo.

Ponovezh and its other mosdos circa 1950. Good stuff. Lots to talk about. A lot has changed since then. One thing is for sure; the Ponovizher Rov was a master builder and fundraiser, and he did it all with a smile.

למטה מעשרה טפחים - נוסח פעסט

גיט א קוק אויף די ווידעא דא און זאגט מיר וואס איר טראכט דערוועגן. איך אליין בין געווען גאנץ איבערראשט ווי ווייט די היינטיגע בדחנים צולאזן זיך נאר פאר די פאר לאכעלעך. היות אז די אידן דארט אין לאנדאן הבירה זעהען אויס צו זיין א סאטמאריש-געשטימטען עולם בין איך געווען שאקירט צו זען וויזוי די פארזאמלטע לאכען מיט א פולען בויך פון זייער רבנו הקדוש והטהור זי"ע. נאר די נחמה איז אז ווען ס'קומט צו די ליצנות פון די ליובאוויטשער רבי'ן זי"ע דעמאלסט לאכן די קעלבלעך מיט גאר א גרויסן געשמאק. פון דעם איז געדרינגן - אזוי ווי די רבי'ס אין חיידער פלעגן זאגן - אז דאס איז סאטמארע חברה, אדער עכ"פ פון יענעם געגנט. וואס טראכט איר, מורי ורבותי, צי האט אונזער אלעמען באליבטער יואלי לעבאוויטש איבערגעצויגן די שטריק ווען ער האט געמאכט אזא געלעכטער פון די צוויי רביים, אדער בין איך סתם א פאראנוידער אינגל
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Hot September Days and Cold Pepsis

click to enlarge

יש דורשין אותו לשבח, ויש דורשין אותו לגנאי. Chassidim - if this were to happen to one of their own leaders - would definitely see this as an act of defiance, of knowing that he's a Jew and does not flinch, even when facing certain death. He demands the comforts of home - as strange as they may be for a Gaon and tzaddik haDor - even when a big AK-47 is being waved in his face. He's full of trust in the A-mighty, despite seeing the Angel of Death and his eager assistants before his very eyes. Yet, when we see one of theirs demand this we cannot help but smile. Anybody I told this to broke out in a smile, almost as if they could not help it. We look at the story as if the Rosh Yeshiva cannot help but be chained to his routine - a creature of habit, if you will. As if he forgot that he's not at the Four Seasons now, and the temperature of his boisson du jour is not what matters right now... Yet even when we recount the story of a "simple" chossid we herald his bravery and place it on par with the greatest acts of heroism. We Jews are strange characters in a sense. I know what you people are thinking, he's going after YRCB again, but believe me, I'm not.

You always complain to me about how one-sided and full of kool-aid I am. So I'm trying this new objectivity thing; trying to look at everything objectively. This is Exhibit A. My motives are pure and sincere, and very much in line with the basic teachings of Chassidus BiChlal and Chabad BiFrat. I believe that following that path will make more acceptable to all of you, thereby spreading forth the wellsprings of Chassidus even more than till now. This, in turn, is good for all us, since it bring forth the Messianic period, the times we have been waiting for since the Creation, and the reason for which the world was created. The month was seem like a time with little to be joyful for, but we can change that this year. We can bring forth a time of immense joy if we only band together and do what's right - as one. One people trying to reach that same mutual goal using different routes to achieve it, but leaving plenty of room for others to be there and stay there. I thank you all for your continued support and wish you much success in all endeavors - both spiritual and physical.

נאר מיט שמחה

Read from page 109, the paragraph that starts with "Sam." It's AJH telling a story that happened to him as a youngster in Warsaw. It tells us a lot about the mindset of Chassidim in those days. I'm not sure which "Itchi Meir" this is; if it's the one and only. It seems like in the old days being BeSimcheh was THE most important thing, no matter what it took, and the money wasn't for bread and water, or even rent, it was for LATIN AND POLISH lessons!!! Yet misnagdim in those days didn't seem to have a problem with that, unless maybe they had no idea. They all sat together at the Knessiah Gedolahs and redt in lernen, I imagine. But somehow Heschel thought that Finkelstein and Lieberman, both Litvaks who may or may not have been Shomrei Shabbos BeTachlis themselves, - so they tell me that Lieberman was, I should've known that - would never understand the story and how it saved him for Judaism...





Here's another version, on page 70 of "Prophetic Witness."

תעשו מזה מטעמים

So another yohrtzeit passed by and the oylem here wanted very much to hear something from me on this auspicious day. I had ignored it since three years ago, and was planning to do the same this year, especially since his influence has waned to almost non-existent levels, but you all had to bring it up again! You just couldn't leave well-enough alone, now could you?! Besides, all it does is generate lots and lots of Loshen HoRah, something I'm not really into. I did like what I saw some weeks ago in the Mishpacha magazine, where they mention something that the Brisker Rov told Shloime Lorencz when he heard that RLS was welcomed into the Moetzes. As we all know RLS was the only one who the BR would enjoy redden in lernen with, since he was the geatest since Reb Chaim, maybe even since the Gro. The Rov was quite surprised about that invitation, since he knew Reb Lazer to be not very BeHavent in matters of this world, so why would they take him into a board of Rabbis who need to make important decisions, most of which deal with physical matters. I guess Lorencz saw that as being a compliment from the Rov....

This was one of the issues that the Rabbonim in both Europe's pre-WW2 and after that in the US could not come to terms with; namely that Roshei Yeshiva - who really never dealt with REAL issues, they sat and learned with talmidim metzuyonim, basically - were the ones that were trying to set policy in Europe, and managed to do so in post-WW2 and Israel. Lorencz, in his vast Hungarian perception, thinks that somehow all turned out for the best, but we know better. He thinks/thought that all of Yiddishkeit was somehow saved by that smart move by the MGH, but we know better. Yiddishkeit would've done just fine without that invitation. Being that we need to "fartzeyl uvdes" of the niftar, as is the minhag yisroel, here are two that I found on the web:

(I do not vouch for the stories)

סיפר הגאון הגדול רבי ישראל גרוסמן זצוק"ל: בשנת תשכ"ט התקיים דיון בקשר להקמת מתיבתות ברחבי הארץ. אחד מהנוכחים באותו דיון הזכיר את שמו של הבעש"ט הקדוש. ואז, לתדהמת כל הנוכחים, קם הרב שך ופער את פיו נגד הבעש"ט הקדוש במילים שאי אפשר לחזור עליהם ולהוציא מהפה. ראשי הישיבות הליטאיות שהיו באותו דיון הסתכלו עליו ממש בשאט נפש. אבל בעיקר הגדיל לעשות הגאון האמיתי רבי יחזקאל סרנא זצ"ל, ראש ישיבת חברון, שגער בו בקול רם ואמר לנוכחים "דער מענטש איז א אונשעקעניש אוף כלל ישראל" = "האיש הזה הוא צרה על כלל ישראל".
את הסיפור הזה סיפר הגר"י גרוסמן זצ"ל ביום ז' במר-חשוון תשמ"ט, וסיים
"כעת כולם מבינים עד כמה היה רבי יחזקאל סרנא זצ"ל בגדר 'חכם עדיף מנביא".

Another story told by - I believe - Reb Chananya Yosef Halperin of Jerusalem

ביום שישי, ערב שבת ה' תמוז שנת התש"ב, התקיימה החתונה של בתי הבכורה (דודתכם) מרת אסתר (הרבנית מאלכסנדר ע"ה) עם חתני רבי אברהם מנחם (כ"ק האדמו"ר מאלכסנדר זצוק"ל). החופה התקיימה, כמנהג ירושלים באותם ימים, בערב שבת קודש אחרי חצות, וסעודת החתונה היתה בליל שבת בביתינו כאן (בשכונת בית ישראל). ביום שני בערב התקיים השבע ברכות אצלנו בבית והשתתפו בו קרובי המשפחה, האחים והגיסים והדודים שלי. לסעודה הוזמן גם ר' לייזר שך שהיה הר"מ של החתן בישיבת נוברדוק בבית ישראל. והנה אחרי שכיבדו לדבר את הר"מ ר' לייזר באמצע דבריו השמיע פתאום דברי זלזול נוראים שטרם שמעה אוזן כלפי הצדיקים הבעש"ט, אדמו"ר הזקן בעל התניא ור' לוי יצחק מברדיצ'וב זיע"א. בשבע ברכות היה גם דודי החסיד רבי זעליג סלונים ע"ה, שעוד למד בליובאוויטש והיה בן בית ומאוכלי שולחנו של האדמו"ר הרש"ב נ"ע, וכששמע את דברי הבלע יוצאים מפיו אחזה אותו התרגשות גדולה הוא קם וזעק בכל כוחו "שייגעץ, שוויג"! אנחנו כולנו היינו בזעזוע נורא מהדברים, כי לא שמענו ולא שיערנו שיש עוד בימינו אנשים ודיבורים כאלו. ואני אמרתי לר"מ הזה כי מי שחלק והתנגד לבעש"ט ולבעל התניא ולרבי לוי יצחק מברדיצ'וב בימים ההם של תחילת החסידות היה בגדר טועה ושוגג, אבל מי שמדבר כך היום הוא כופר ממש רח"ל

זכותו יגן עלינו ועל כל ישראל

!זינג, וועלוול זינג

Velvel sings it a bit different than the words that follow here, probably since he's doing it from memory. I guess when he says "how are you all going," he's using a Yiddishism, which would probably be "vi geit es eich" in Yiddish. Cute. The written version was sent to me by a reader and is printed in a Jewish rhyme collection published in pre-WW2 Warsaw. It seems like after the war - or maybe still during - that sentences about the Deitschen were added. Velvel sings them beautifully, with the necessary "Marik and Karig" for מארק און קארג. We have yet to figure out what "gilkes" are, maybe crutches. The rhymes are to be sung in the Polish/Galician accent, where "Ku" becomes "Kee" and so on.

אלה תולדות נח,
פֿון בראנפען קריגט מען כח,
אַ גלעזעלע ווייַן איז דער עיקר,
פֿון בראָנפען ווערט מען שכּור.

אבֿ איז א פֿאָטער,
קדר איז א טאָטער,
אַ טאָטער איז א קדר,
בגדים זענען קליידער,

קליידער זענען בגדים,
רויט איז אדום,
אדום איז רויט,
לחם איז ברויט,

ברויט איז לחם,
טראַכט הייסט רחם,
רחם איז טראכט,
שמונה איז אַכט,

אַכט איז שמונה,
אַ טויב הייסט יונה,
יונה איז אַ טויב,
מצנפת איז אַ הויב,

אַ הויב איז מצנפת,
אַ שטאַל הייסט רפת,
רפת איז א שטאַל,
מרה איז א גאַל,

אַ גאַל הייסט מרה,
אַ קו הייסט פרה,
פרה איז אַ קו,
בֹקר איז אין דער פֿרי,

אין דער פֿרי איז בֹקר,
טייַער הייסט יוקר,
יוקר איז טייַער,
אש איז פֿייַער,

פֿייער איז אש,
בשר איז פֿלייש,
פֿלייש איז בשר,
חזיר איז אָסור,

אָסור איז חזיר,
מים איז וואַסער,
וואַסער איז מים,
לאָמיר ביידע טרינקען לחיים

Velvel adds:

לחיים לאמיר טרינקן
אלע דייטשן זאלען ווערן פארזינקן
פארזינקן זאלען זיי ווערן
אויפ'ן מארק זאלען זיי קערן

קערן זאלען זיי אויפ'ן מארק
צוברעכן זאלען זיי דעם קארג
דעם קארג זאלען זיי צוברעכן
מיט שפילקעס וועלן מיר זיי שטעכן

שטעכן וועלן מיר זיי מיט שפילקעס
און גייען זאלען זיי מיט גילקעס
אויף גילקעס זאלען זיי גיין
ונאמר אמן

!הוליעט, הוליעט ברידער

click to play

I liked the way they play it and the words they use in all 3 languages. I minimized the "video" part of the clip simply because it's just art flashing, no real relevance to the group playing. As a kid, when I'd hear people sing variations of this song, I would think that they were poking fun at Lubavitch, since they were the ones who sang this song. Others, like Vizhnitz, may still sing it on Purim till today.

כאפט אריין א משקה
כל זמן איר זענט ביים לעבן
אם ירצה השם אף יענער וועלט
וועט מען אייך נישט געבן

Well, yesterday is buried
there is no tomorrow
here is but a feral bliss
ruin it not with sorrow

Grab yourself a bottle
while you still can swallow
you won't cop a single drop
in the world to follow

.....הוליעט, הוליעט ברידער

Swish, Swish...

The DR tasting some of the fine wine

ahhhh. A day in the life of the Rebbe of the Dushinski Chassidim. It's pictures like these that makes the commoner quite jealous of the elites. He's - the commoner, that is - never visited a vineyard/wine making place, and nor does he care for dry red wine, unless he's French or I-talian. Not since the days of Marienbad, Krenice et. al. when all the gutte yidden would walk around with glasses of mineral water with those big straw "thingies" protruding has there been such a heartwarming sight. This being shortly after the YomimTeyvim, it seems like the DR is up North in Israel, enjoying his much-needed time off, after a long and arduous month of Tishrei. I can see it now; lots of you jumping out of your seats, slamming your clenched fists on your computer desks, demanding to know why this two-bit Chabadskeh is making fun of other Rebbes when his Rebbe once visited an art exhibit next door to 770, and the Frierdike Rebbe would vacation all the time as well! Well, you could not be more hopelessly wrong! I have nothing but the greatest respect for him. I think any Rebbe or Rov or Rosh Yeshivah who has no problem with being photographed on such an excursion is a rare find and should be put on a pedestal for all to see and emulate.

We all see pictures of Rebbes and Rosh Yeshivos with piles of seforim on their respective tables. We know that it's expected of us to follow their examples, but we find it difficult, even when we're in Yeshivah. The Rebbe or RY may have better faculties than us, he may be a moroh levoynoh, or he may have no "choice." He's sort of like a prince who's unhappy with his status but is stuck there. He basically has no choice like the rest of the world does. So we try and stick to what the books tell us to do. Some of us may try to emulate the Rebbe's ways or the way he dressed or the way he pronounces certain words, or the way he shakes another person's hands. Now we can take it one step further; we can progress in the realm of BeChol Derochecho DoEyHu, we can serve the A-Mighty even on our excursions. It's OK to take a break and visit G-d's green earth and what comes of it, even if you're a public figure, עאכו"כ if you're an average Joe worrying about this week's grocery order, or how next month's utility bill will be paid if it gets too cold to have the heat shut off all night. At least that's the lesson I took...

Photos from Here

It's not sausages, but it sure don't look very appetizing...

Or HaGanuz LeTzaddikim...

... and R' Yisrolik too

No, my friends, we didn't forget Reb Yisrolik Shemtov, the pride and joy of Crown Heights. Yisroel has been making top quality kapotes for some years now, at the Crossroads of the world, Kingston Avenue and Empire Boulevard in beautiful Brooklyn, New York. And a visit to his shop is not just a SHOPPING experience, it's a good word, a helping hand, and maybe even a solution to one of life's difficulties. Even his ads in the Tzachlist, and his business card (!) list his other "professions." Which is why to box him in as just another option where to buy your long black coat is unfair to all of us. Yisroel ben Reb Bentzion is deserving of his own post, a thread that discusses his accomplishments over the years, despite the fact that I have yet to buy a kapote there. It's not for nothing that he's beloved by all, unless they happen to be power-hungry fools who want him and others like him out of the way.

'nuff said.

The Reb Shimon You Never Knew

Magazines these days like round numbers. 20.30.40.50.60.75.100. Even 70 years. This week it was Reb Shimon Shkop's turn. Soon it'll be Reb Baruch Ber, and then, in the summer it'll be Reb Chaim Ozer. All 70 years since their passing in 5700. The problem is that since there are books and books written about these people you need a twist, something new, some angle we never heard before. Or some new, never-before-seen pictures will do the trick as well. Mishpacha magazine (Hebrew) had some good ones this week, which we'll share with you today, as well as discuss them. If you'll allow me; I think the above picture gives us a short glimpse into the love that Reb Shimon had for his talmidim. I doubt if some big Rosh Yeshivah in his 70s today would pose like that with his bachurim'lach. Then again; this should come as no surprise to us, since RSS took the wandershtekken in hant and traveled to America for a long time, just so his bachurim'lach can sit and learn BeMenuchas HaNefesh and not starve, KiPshuto.

So what was the twist this year, you ask? Well; for one, this picture, the one with the Tzylinder. Yeah, they have a conversation with a talmid who's still alive and well, but the Tzylinder tells us a whole lot about the times and the person. It seems like some well-meaning yiddel told Reb Shimon "az in Amerikkkeh darf men geyn sheyn OhnGetohn, azey vi in Vilne. Mit aza shlappe vet men nit machen kayn gelt." Reb Shimon - who had the talmidim and the Yeshiva in mind - did what they told him to. You'd never see that today - and yes, times have changed, there's no need to dress up today when collecting money for Yeshivos, but the point stands. For some reason this picture is a "pirsum rishon;" others like it have been around for a very long time. The Kovner Rov and Reb Moshe Mordche Epstein both come to mind wearing the top hats in America, despite not wearing it in Di Lita. Yet Reb Shimon with the top hat never saw the light of day until this week. Which makes you wonder.... but it could just be that only this week did the owner of the picture decide to release it. Who knows? Trust nobody.




LeTovas HaInyan we bring the pic of RaSHaG with HIS Tzylinder, upon arriving at New York on 9 Adar II, 5700. Then again, he was no Rosh Yeshiveh...

Nagyan szep

לורנץ from bhol on Vimeo.

It's tough to get upset at

1) a שוכן עפר

2) a man who sounds like your grandmother, ע"ה

3) a man who's so, so proud of his book about the "Gedoylim"

But the whole concept of an Hungarian/Oberlandisher man being a zealot is an abomination, an anathema, if you will.These Yidden were known for their temimus, for their emunas tzaddikim, and for their bittul to the righteous ones. They didn't write books attacking Tzaddikim in their late 80s and 90s and then pack up and go. I guess he picked that up in Di Lita, and then later in the Holy City of Bene Beraq. I just wish he didn't sound like my deceased ancestors...

kapote konondrum (Part II)

See? They wore it long, even back then! ------------>

---------- Then there was Hans. The bessere mentshen really went all out and got their kapotes there. Why? because that's where the Rebbe got it. The Yid would come to 770 every once in a while and take the measurements in GEH. Most people only knew he existed because of his relationship to the Rebbe, not because they ever saw the inside of his LES tailor's shop. We won't spend lots of time discussing him, simply because it's almost a Milsa DeLo ShChiCha. I'm not even sure if he's still alive. The point is as follows; I wanted to give the readers a peek into the Lubavitcher Kapote culture, which is why I went into the whole arichus haDevorim and explained what, where and how much. Truthfully, there never was much culture to it; it was very simple no matter where you got it, just like the hat was simple. Most Lubavitchers got the same hat in the same store for the same price, maybe a bit too much. Then "culture" started to make headway even in the sacred minhag of wearing long on Shabbos, and we have yet to see the end of it.


Crown Heights has come a long way since the 70's. For a few decades the only thing you could buy there was groceries, and even that wasn't cheap. If you wanted cheap groceries you went to Boro Park. Even if there was a store that sold women's or baby clothes you didn't shop there because you didn't want the whole shchuneh to know how much you spent on your dress. That may sound like an exaggeration, but it really isn't - or wasn't. You may have bought children's shoes there, but only for a while, while the family was still small. After that you went to BP to wait in line at Schwartz's or Tescher's, just like the rest of klal yisroel... (who says Lubavitchers are different?)I'd say about 95% of men went to Bencraft in BP or Williamsburg to get their hats, either because they wanted their Borsaloinos, or because old man Gelerenter just didn't fulfill their hat needs. The same thing went for kapotes, surduten and sirtuken; someone discovered Hartstein in Boro Park making good kapotes and the word got out. And it was a good thing that Meester Hartshtayn had that niche, since most of the Chassidishe Oylem went to the newer guys on the block; G&G, Roth, Broadway, Royal, Reinhold and Kesser.


Reb Chatzkel Besser, zg"z, right next to Rabbi Chodakov, on the Rebb's left, looking at the camera...

דור הולך ודור בא- a new generation came along and decided that shlepping to BP and the city is no tachlis, so they decided to go at it by themselves. New stores started to sprout out all over the neighborhood, one more chic and hip than the other - which is not always a good thing for a Yiddishe schuneh.... These stores enabled a new generation - many of whom didn't have the hangups and inhibitions of their predecessors - to raise the standard of goods and services available, and shop locally. One of these new stores was a tailor - there's more than one by now - who makes kapotes for young men about to be married. As is often the case some of the entrepreneurs came with new ideas, and the ideas were not necessarily to increase the width of the aisles in the local groceries... Some of these entrepreneurs don't seem to get the idea that some thing just need to be left alone. To them everything is a joke, a challenge, or the basis for a new twist. Some of these people are so adverse to simple clothes that to them the idea of wearing a simple kapote is overwhelming, so they look for ways to get around it, like an adolescent girl who's forced to wear the school uniform, but makes up for it in areas not mandated by the school.

You might say that for me continuing to shop at Mr. Hartstein's store is carrying on the tradition. The new-age kapotes, even the ones that are silk, all have that wool look to them. I guess the idea is not to look too chenyokish, even if you are wearing long. Sort of like not wearing it too long, just around the knees, or maybe a bit above... Another way of showing the world you're no "square" is by getting an orange or red lining in yours. That way you show your friends that you're "cool" and "hip," even if you cannot make a simple Brochoh on the Torah without swallowing half of the words... This many sound like a stretch to some of you hipsters, but you have a big hand in destroying what the Rebbe built with your kapote shenanigans. This may sound like a HUNGARIAN bringing his naarishe shtik to your enlightened world, but then again, it's not like you have anything intelligent that would disprove my theory. The same goes for those new-fangled hats that the young whipper snappers wear; that too is a breakdown of pretty loose rules of dress that Lubavitch has instituted, and that too should not be accepted just because Bencraft and Primo decided it's time to shake things up a bit.


Rav Hertzog and Rav Uziel, z'l, CHIEF Rabbis of Israel

!איי, ווי זיס

I think it was blogger SDR that sent in this link, and what a sweet video it is. I had heard that RMSS was a gutte baal menagen oyfen Litvishe shteiger, but never did I hear him sing. (The caption is obviously a mistake, it's not Reb Avrohom Shapira of Mercaz HaRav.) This is a nigun composed by the great Rab Borich Ber, zatzal, prized and beloved talmid of Rab Chaim, zt"l, of Brisk. The niggun featured here is actually on an album made by the Gateshead Boys Choir, where they sing it with shinuyim kalim, as Mendy Lipskier of Heichel Neginah would so aptly put it. What can I say? Imagine if he volt zich genummen tzu chassidishe neginah, how sweet that would be! We could say the same thing about Limud HaChassidus as well. The niggun is only made more sweet by the "ay" in BeAyr Ponecho and Teyras Chayim, and the rolling rrrrrreishes accompanied by a French cuffed hand swinging to and fro. Ah! vi zis un vi gut iz tzu zein a Rosheshiveh!

R' Shlomo Lorencz, ע"ה

צילום: מיכאל יעקובוביץ , בחדרי חרדים


MK Lorencz was 92



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With Reb Lazer...

kapote konondrum! (PART 1)

Chaim's Costume Crusade

Often times in Lubavitch the weirdest stares and looks are reserved for those who don't toe the line. Meaning these people look too frum. Guys that go far out the other way blend in OK, even if they disrespect Lubavitch protocol and guidelines. I never understood that. And nobody ever had a good explanation for it. Why is Moridin BaKodesh OK, but not Maalin?! The same goes if you leave the brim of your hat up, because you had put it down on a chair or had it up because of the rain, every person who sees you will tell to put your brim down. Walk in without a shirt or wearing shorts and no socks and nobody sees it. And if you do "notice" it, or Chas VeSholem tell the man about it, you're some species of evil-eyed bores. I guess it's some kind of Hiskashrus thing... But to their credit, where green and tan and sky blue suits were once the norm with some of the old timers or American-born, now Shabbos is Kulo Kodesh, all young men wear Kapotes, almost as religiously as the Hungarians wear shtreimlach, beard or no beard.

At least that's what thought.

Until recently you had very little choice. Most yungeleit went to Hartstein in Boro Park to purchase their shabbos'dige beged. You might have gotten the wool, a simple "Rosh Yeshiva" type frock, - with either covered or uncovered buttons - which may have come with a pair of pants; the $200 polyester that you told yourself was zeyden because maybe Mr. H told you or you convinced yourself, or maybe the real deal, if you had the dough. The "real deal" ( a real silk kapote) comes in two varieties and the prices vary as well. The 400 dollar variety was a very thin silk that looked like a wrung out shmatte after wearing it just once. I think it's the fact that it lacks a stiff lining that allows it to get so creased so quickly. You bought it only if you were limited by budget constraints, or if you knew not better than to buy the cheap one. Those that were always makpid to buy the pure silk often went with this one, for obvious reasons - money. The problem is you always were on the verge of the next one, and the savings you thought you had quickly didn't remain so, since you had to replace the beged more than twice as often as the more expensive alternative.

Then there's the more expensive kapote, the one that fetches $650.00, which often goes to Chassanim only. A chosson usually gets the advice from his friends and convinces his parents to break the banks and the GeMaCHim and buy it for him. (After all, he doesn't get a shtreimel, so let him enjoy one luxury on his wedding day, no? If taken care of the chosson special can last you 4-5 years, which means that you wear for the same time that you would wear 2-3 suits, definitely making it worth the added expense. And when you factor in the fact that you wear this baby all the time, no tish bekitshes in Chabad, remember? (at least not away from the tish) means you wear it Purim, Chol HaMoed, at Mincha Shabbos, and so on. The "Peylishe" get away with wearing tish bekitshes half the time, while wearing shiny polyester the rest of the time, while us, we need to wear that heavy beged all the time...) Which is why I'm on my third "expensive" Kapote as we speak. Mr. Hartstein - tzu lange, gezunte yohren - is a nachas to work with, especially since we speak the same language.

"Rememberings" - a book review (in parts)

On the advice of a good friend I broke the bank and paid the $5.51 including shipping to buy this book from Amazon. The friend had told that it was good but I NEVER expected it to be a can't-put-down book. And books like that can be difficult and complicating when the kids need to be put to bed, or the time for Maariv comes around... What can I say? there's something about reading first-hand experiences from years past that makes it irresistible, despite the fact that my ancestors may not have been from those parts. Reading about customs and laws that you recognize and practice, especially when there are these very boorish mistakes, makes it especially delightful. She knows about Tikkun Leil Shavuos but thinks there are only three Aroves in the Hoshaynes. She also thinks that on Hoshanoh Rabboh the men read Mishneh.... The editors/translators (from the original German) sometimes catch the mistakes (like the Hoshanoh Rabboh Mishneh mistake) and sometimes miss it (like the 3 Aroves in the Hoshanes mistake.) I haven't gotten very far in the book, but there's lots to talk about even a quarter of the way through.

Pessel (Pauline later) Epstein was born and raised in Brisk in the earlier half of the 19th Century. She was a close relation to the Torah Temimah, and the Chossid Reb Eizel (Epstein) Homlier was also in her family tree. Her father was a very wealthy man, I'd say even by today's standards, a man who's home was frequented by aristocracy constantly, yet who lead a very Torah'dige life despite that. He even was a mechaber seforim! According to Pessel he would rise at 4am, learn Gemoroh until 7, go to shul, come back after 10, conduct business for a few hours, and then was back to the Gemoro again. Her mother, despite living like a queen with the finest clothes, servants and maids galore was a frumme Yiddene to the extreme, no different than the simple folk of her day, even with all the contacts in the aristocracy they had, all the money and comforts not withstanding. She worked very hard, leading the kitchen staff, but doing her share, watching everything going on in the house like a hawk. Her (Pessel's) sisters married the best YESHIVEH bochurim and the young men continued to learn while getting kest from their shver. But when the mother suspected them of being influenced by HASKOLOH she took action and berated them, despite it not doing much good.



The memoirs were written when she was at the end of her life, having lead a very "enlightened life." Yet she writes so respectfully and so longingly, as if she was doing Tshuveh for not behaving like she was raised. And it's not for the riches that she longs, but rather for the practice, the laws, the preparation, the joy and the awe. She misses the cleaning and scrubbing for Pesach, the Brokhes Erev Yom Kippur and the Kalte Kapores she ate on YK as a child; the Tashlich and the sedorim, the drunk men on Simkhas TEYREH, and even her mother reading Kinnes for them on Tisha B'Av, when she cried over the Churban Beis Hamikdosh like it was just happening, and for the Tsores the Jews have endured over the centuries. What I found amusing/strange was the fact that she went to Kheyder, with her older sister, and had a melamed, Reb Layzer, teach her from morning till night. Only during Tishrei and Nissan did she have off. It seems like it was normal practice in those areas; she makes no mention of her and her sister being the only girls, which would leave me to believe that there were others too.

All in all she makes a very good case that Jews could be G-d fearing and be wealthy at the same time, despite the fact that she had three children convert r"l to Christianity just to be able to "fit in" to Russian society, where a Jew couldn't get a job. I realize that sounds weird, but hear me out. Pessel speaks at length about the LILIENTHAL reforms of the 1840s, when he traveled across the Russian Empire inspecting the learning conditions. She also speaks of the sweeping haskoloh winds that engulfed her family, despite the fact that they were wealthy and didn't "need" haskoloh and knowledge to get out of the scum and filth of the ghetto like most of the others. What I guess I'm saying is that people with money and connections could be tzu Gutt un tzu leit because they have the means to be with "LEIT." Often times it's the Orimman that has no choice - eyb m'ken azei zoggen - but to leave. Take that for what it's worth, it could my avocado lunch talking... You could do worse than buy this book, is what I'm saying. You'll laugh and you'll cry with real people who had real issues, many of which we can identify with, albeit more advanced ones.

Go get it. Tell them the Tzig sent you...