OCT. 22 ‘25 // in Every Page... More CO ECTIONS PEEPHOLE AMAZING FACTS The Black Tail Jackrabbit CHAYA SILBER Yankel the Nudnik by: yiskah gold CSAY bobby’s playroom RECIPIES Autumn Sides YIDDISH STORY SERIAL STORY Plan B SUKKAHS Bobby’s Playroom A gutten erev yom tov, once again! I hope you’re reading this while taking an oicial break. Regardless of what’s on your list, and how many slices of fish you’ve already served (and eaten), take a moment to review the helpful tips that came in, even during such a hectic Tishrei. (Unless it’s already chol hamoed by the time you’re getting to sit down, in which case I hope the first days of yom tov were beautiful!) Below is a poem submitted by a reader, written on Motzei Rosh Hashana, about Bobby’s playroom. Dear Mommy, You asked me to write it up- so here goes the rhyme, 2:06 AM, Motzei Rosh Hashana’s the time! Here’s the dilemma, fellow readers and eds too, We’d love to hear some input from you. If you’re blessed to know the scene of chaos and thrills, Of Bobby’s junkiest treats and Shabbos party spills, Then you may also know that crime scene look- the Serious Playroom Mess... And perhaps you can understand Bobby’s inner stress?? She organized the toy closet, personally schlepped to the container store, Became a pro at Amazon-ing pretty game boxes to her door... And actually, physically sat on the floor... To create the gorgeous, practical look we all long for... But come the end zman to any chag, or the Motzei Shabbos cueAnd alas, the pretty boxes lie unprettily askew... And yes, the children (sometimes) try to clean up- and do their best, But not always is a mom available to control the cleanup fest... (We know this time a dad did give it his all... But as a male human being he was predestined to fall.) So, we’d love to hear from all of you, any advice? To keep the play closet & room kinda (halfway) all the way nice? (We’ve tried a lock, lost the key, And number locks are too easy) Are there any rules or rotes designed to Keep beautifying Bobby’s view? (And yes, we know, it’s good for us... Handy toys and organized shelves take away much kiddie fuss) Thanks in advance, even if you’ll just validate, Perhaps our hardworking, beloved, superhuman mom/grandma just needs you to commiserate! And we’ll just finish o with appreciation that words cannot justify, For a mom who selflessly gives of herself with love that multiplies... And for finding energy (where???) to work and host and love and feed... To fulfill her progenies’ weird and wonderful, infinite wants and needs!!! We love you! If you’re a Bobby, we’re looking at you for tips about how to keep the playroom in order at the height of the yom tov activity, or if you don’t believe that’s a priority at all… If you’re a daughter, granddaughter, or great-granddaughter, we’re looking for your take, too. 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Yankel was no longer young, and had been davening at the same shul for the past fty-odd years. He shu ed rather than walked, brandishing a cane, which he often banged on the ground whenever things didn’t go his way. And he had a perpetual scowl on his face. Yankel didn’t mean to be di cult. It was just that his glass, no matter the size or color, was always half-empty. His arthritis was constantly bothering him, his children were ungrateful, and the entire world conspired to make him angry. No one ever saw him smile. When Yankel was around, an argument was sure to erupt. He usually frowned throughout the Rav’s lecture, and often interrupted to argue a point. Whether or not he knew what he was talking about, Yankel was always right. And if others didn’t agree with him, he’d raise his voice and repeat himself until they did. Small wonder that the seats around Yankel’s regular Yankel The Nudnik They פי‡ן ˘ „ער בילי‡ן „‡לער ˘„ ו ˜‰ ˙ רו ˆ יום טוב בח A view through the door of our inner selves. 2
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