Swimming in spite of neck

Julie for mom in the pool with her neck brace. She so totally Rocks!

Fw: SCHMALTZ (part 2)

On Thu, Apr 19, 2012 at 12:28 PM, Dr. Lisa Earle wrote:
...priceless!!! 
Thanks, I really enjoyed this treasure...Love, Lisa

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...priceless!!!  Thanks, I really enjoyed this treasure...Love, Lisa   

 

 

 

 

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      Growing up Jewish

•     If you are Jewish, and grew up in a city with a large Jewish population, or are gentile with Jewish friends or associates, the following will invoke heartfelt memories.

•     The Yiddish word for today is PULKES (PUHL-kees). Translation: THIGHS. Please note: this word has been traced back to the language of one of the original Tribes of Israel, the Cellulites.

•     The only good advice that your Jewish mother gave you was: "Go! You might meet somebody!"

•     You grew up thinking it was normal for someone to shout "Are you okay?" through the bathroom door when you were in there longer than 3 minutes.

•     Your family dog responded to commands in Yiddish.

•     Every Saturday morning your father went to the neighborhood deli (called an "appetitizing store") for whitefish salad, whitefish "chubs", lox (nova if you were rich!), herring, corned beef, roast beef, cole slaw, potato salad, a 1/2-dozen huge barrel pickles which you reached into the brine for, a dozen assorted bagels, cream cheese and rye bread (sliced while he waited). All of which would be strictly off-limits until Sunday morning.

•     Every Sunday afternoon was spent visiting your grandparents and/or other relatives.

•     You experienced the phenomenon of 50 people fitting into a 10-foot-wide dining room hitting each other with plastic plates trying to get to a deli tray.

•     You had at least one female relative who penciled on eyebrows which were always asymmetrical.

•     You thought pasta was stuff used exclusively for kugel and kasha with bowties.

•     You were as tall as your grandmother by the age of seven.

•     You were as tall as your grandfather by age seven and a half.

•     You never knew anyone whose last name didn't end in one of 5 standard suffixes (berg, baum, man, stein and witz).

•     You were surprised to discover that wine doesn't always taste like cranberry sauce.

•     You can look at gefilte fish and not turn green.

•     When your mother smacked you really hard, she continued to make you feel bad for hurting her hand.

•     You can understand Yiddish but you can't speak it.

•     You know how to pronounce numerous Yiddish words and use them correctly in context, yet you don't know exactly what they mean. Kaynahurra.

•     You're still angry at your parents for not speaking both Yiddish and English to you when you were a baby.

•     You have at least one ancestor who is somehow related to your spouse's ancestor.

•     You thought speaking loud was normal.

•     You considered your Bar or Bat Mitzvah a "Get Out of Hebrew School Free" card.

•     You think eating half a jar of dill pickles is a wholesome snack.

•     You're compelled to mention your grandmother's "steel cannonballs" upon seeing fluffy matzo balls served at restaurants.

•     You buy 3 shopping bags worth of hot bagels on every trip to Stamford Hill or Edgware and carefully shlep them home like glassware. (Or, if you live near Chigwell, Manchester or another Jewish city hub, you drive 2 or 3 hours just to buy a dozen "real" bagels.)

•     Your mother or grandmother took personal pride when a Jew was noted for some accomplishment (showbiz, medicine, politics, etc.) and was ashamed and embarrassed when a Jew was accused of a crime… as if they were relatives.

•     You thought only non-Jews went to sleep away colleges. Jews went to city schools... unless they had scholarships or made an Ivy League school.

•     And finally, you knew that Sunday night and the night after any Jewish holiday was designated for Chinese food.

    Zei gezunt!!

Fw: SCHMALTZ

On Thu, Apr 19, 2012 at 12:28 PM, Dr. Lisa Earle wrote:
...priceless!!! 
Thanks, I really enjoyed this treasure...Love, Lisa

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...priceless!!!  Thanks, I really enjoyed this treasure...Love, Lisa            -------Original Message------- If you get this and you are not Jewish, I cannot even begin to explain it to you! This goes back 2 generations, 3 if you are over 50. It also explains why many Jewish men died in their early 60's with a non-functional cardiovascular system and looked like today's men at 89. Before we start, there are some variations in ingredients because of the various types of Jewish taste (Polish, Litvack, Dutch and Gallicianer). Just as we Jews have six seasons of the year (winter, spring, summer, autumn, the slack season, and the busy season), we all focus on a main ingredient which, unfortunately and undeservedly, has disappeared from our diet. I'm talking, of course, about SCHMALTZ (chicken fat). SCHMALTZ has, for centuries, been the prime ingredient in almost every Jewish dish, and I feel it's time to revive it to its rightful place in our homes. (I have plans to distribute it in a green glass Gucci bottle with a label clearly saying: "low fat, no cholesterol, Newman's Choice, extra virgin SCHMALTZ." (It can't miss!) Then there are gribenes - pieces of chicken skin, deep fried in SCHMALTZ, onions and salt until crispy brown (Jewish bacon). This makes a great appetizer for the next cardiologist's convention. There's also a nice chicken fricassee (stew) using the heart, gorgle (neck), pupick (a great delicacy, given to the favorite child, usually me), a fleegle (wing) or two, some ayelech (little premature eggs) and other various chicken innards, in a broth of SCHMALTZ, water, paprika, etc. We also have knishes (filled dough) and the eternal question, "Will that be liver, beef or potatoes, or all three?" Other time-tested favorites are kishkeh, and its poor cousin, helzel (chicken or goose neck). Kishkeh is the gut of the cow, bought by the foot at the Kosher butcher. It is turned inside out, scalded and scraped. One end is sewn up and a mixture of flour, SCHMALTZ, onions, eggs, salt, pepper, etc., is spooned into the open end and squished down until it is full. The other end is sewn and the whole thing is boiled. Yummy! My personal all-time favorite is watching my Zaida (grandpa) munch on boiled chicken feet. For our next course we always had chicken soup with pieces of yellow-white, rubbery chicken skin floating in a greasy sea of lukshen (noodles), farfel (broken bits of matzah), tzibbeles (onions), mondlech (soup nuts), kneidlach (dumplings), kasha (groats), kliskelech and marech (marrow bones) . The main course, as I recall, was either boiled chicken, flanken, kackletten, hockfleish (chopped meat), and sometimes rib steaks, which were served either well done, burned or cremated. Occasionally we had barbecued liver done to a burned and hardened perfection in our own coal furnace. Since we couldn't have milk with our meat meals, beverages consisted of cheap soda (Kik, Dominion Dry, seltzer in the spritz bottles). Zei gezunt!!                       .

Inspiration to Uncle Walter

Ariane, darling: Please, print this out and give it to Walter! Thank you- Love, Lisa

Dearest Walter!

We were so glad to hear, that you are home again - now you will get better, slowly, but surely....Went through similar situations, as you know ,but it will take a lot of patience to adjust. Please, get all the help that is available and do not try to do things on your own! I understand, you have a good Attendant now, use her presence as much as possible!

I consider myself so lucky, that over the last few years we had a chance to be together, with our families and friends! You are blessed with a brilliant mind, I hope this will help you philosophically to accept the limitations you may have to carry on with - I know, how hard this is, but indubitably possible! When you feel a little better, try to find humor in some situations, that DOES help! Right now, concentrate on the healing process, a mind (especially your brilliant mind...) is a powerful thing!

Music also helps me personally to accept sometimes certain difficult situations (remember the "Hobellied" from the "Verschwender"..?

So, keep on keeping on, as "they" say...We love you immeasurably and strongly feel, that you will get better, every day in every way!!!

Hugs to you and Ariane, your wonderful wife!

Love, Lisa,

Worry

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From: Dr. Lisa Earle
To: Dave R
Date: 4/15/2012
Subject: Re: Pearl of wisdom...

"Worry a little bit every day and in a lifetime you will lose a couple of years. If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry. Worry never fixes anything."

- Mary Hemingway



-------Original Message-------
From: Dave R
To: Dr. Lisa Earle

Sometimes I do a little too well at this advice :).
---D.



-------Original Message-------
From: Dr. Lisa Earle
To: Dave R

Does that mean, you worry or you don't?
Love, MOM



-------Original Message-------
From: Dave R
To: Dr. Lisa Earle

It means I worry less than sometimes I should :).
How are you feeling today?

Love you!
---D.





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From: Dr. Lisa Earle
To: Dave R

Actually, your way is really better for your health Click Me!))) in the long run!

Had a rough night, but finally took a pain pill this morning and am beginning to feel a little better...sorry, I could not talk to you last night, but love you bunches!!! Thanks for calling...

Have a great day, and don't worry! There are two emotions that are rather useless and not very productive: "Regret" (what is in the past) and "Worry",( what might happen), so "they say"...

If at all possible, live in the Present, a day is a gift from God and truly a present ! Have Fun...

Love, MOM

Words - Ilana Moshel

On Fri, Jan 27, 2012 at 5:47 PM, Dr. Lisa Earle wrote:

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From: Ilana Moshel
Date: 1/27/2012 7:32:12 AM

Wonderfully described


CIGARETTE:
A pinch of tobacco
rolled in paper
with fire at one end
and a fool at the other!

MARRIAGE:
It's an agreement
wherein
a man loses his bachelor degree
and a woman gains her master

LECTURE:
An art of transmitting Information
from the notes of the lecturer
to the notes of students
without passing through the minds
of either

CONFERENCE:
The confusion of one man
multiplied by the
number present

COMPROMISE:
The art of dividing
a cake in such a way that
everybody believes
he got the biggest piece

TEARS:
The hydraulic force by which
masculine will power is
defeated by feminine water-power!

CONFERENCE ROOM:
A place where everybody talks,
nobody listens
and everybody disagrees later on

ECSTASY:
A feeling when you feel
you are going to feel
a feeling
you have never felt before

CLASSIC:
A book
which people praise,
but never read

SMILE:
A curve
that can set
a lot of things straight!

OFFICE:
A place
where you can relax
after your strenuous
home life

YAWN:
The only time
when some married men
ever get to open
their mouth

EXPERIENCE:
The name
men give
to their
Mistakes

DIPLOMAT:
A person
who tells you
to go to hell
in such a way
that you actually look forward
to the trip

OPTIMIST:
A person
who while falling
from EIFFEL TOWER
says in midway
"SEE I AM NOT INJURED YET!"

MISER:
A person
who lives poor
so that
he can die RICH!


FATHER:
A banker
provided by
nature

BOSS:
Someone
who is early
when you are late
and late
when you are early

POLITICIAN:
One who
shakes your Hand before elections
and your Confidence later

DOCTOR:
A person who kills
your ills by pills,
and kills you
by his bills!

Unexpected Hugs

Life is filled with unexpected hugs.

- Elaine Singer.

A quote from Elaine Singer. She felt compelled to visited her daughter Susan's grave in the Jewish cemetary in Ft Lauderdale that day. Looking up and over and saw my father and sister's (Simon and Suzie). Then upon arriving home, she found a letter waiting from my mother.

I love this quote.

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Associated with email-thread surrounding this photo Elaine found recently of our Confirmation group at Temple Emanu-El.