Saturday, January 07, 2006
Mom forever
Today is the 10th anniversary of my Mom's death.
Here is Roz on a fancy day in the 50's, in Philadelphia.
Learn, ladies.
Gone fishin' down the shore; photos by her first hubbend.
Back to school, junior butches.
Mom, John and me in Logan Circle, May '66, downtown Phila. ("Cenner City.") This was our first nature and backyard-by-proxy.
Mom and Dad, 1975.
Roz, circa 1990.
Love.
Yit-gadal v'yit-kadash sh'mey raba, b'alma di v'ra hirutey, vyam-lih mal-hutey b'ha-yey-hon uv'yomey-hon uv'ha-yey d'hol beyt yisrael ba-agala u-vizman kariv, v'imru amen.
(Congregation and Mourners:)
Y'hey sh'mey raba m'varah l'alam ul'almey alma-ya.
(Mourners:)
Yit-barah v'yish-tabah v'yit-pa-ar v'yit-romam v'yit-na-sey v'yit-hadar v'yit-aleh v'yit-halal sh'mey d'kud-sha, b'rih hu, leyla* min kol bir-hata v'shi-rata tush-b'hata v'ne-hemata da-amiran b'alma, v imru amen.
Y'hey sh'lama raba min sh'ma-ya, v'ha-yim aleynu v'al kol yisrael, vimru amen.
Oseh shalom bim-romav, hu ya-aseh shalom aleynu v'al kol yisrael, v'imru amen.
And I cannot explain why you never saw the fishing photos as that seems utterly crazy to me, except to say that I guess I didn't own them yet when we lived at Le Shed or on 48th st. They were probably still packed away in my parent's basement.
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no one can ever top the Roz.
Yit-gadal v'yit-kadash sh'mey raba, b'alma di v'ra hirutey, vyam-lih mal-hutey b'ha-yey-hon uv'yomey-hon uv'ha-yey d'hol beyt yisrael ba-agala u-vizman kariv, v'imru amen.
(Congregation and Mourners:)
Y'hey sh'mey raba m'varah l'alam ul'almey alma-ya.
(Mourners:)
Yit-barah v'yish-tabah v'yit-pa-ar v'yit-romam v'yit-na-sey v'yit-hadar v'yit-aleh v'yit-halal sh'mey d'kud-sha, b'rih hu, leyla* min kol bir-hata v'shi-rata tush-b'hata v'ne-hemata da-amiran b'alma, v imru amen.
Y'hey sh'lama raba min sh'ma-ya, v'ha-yim aleynu v'al kol yisrael, vimru amen.
Oseh shalom bim-romav, hu ya-aseh shalom aleynu v'al kol yisrael, v'imru amen.
and dagger, seriously, why did I never see those fishing photos before?
Dagger, thank you for the Kaddish, and Mom thanks you too.
And I cannot explain why you never saw the fishing photos as that seems utterly crazy to me, except to say that I guess I didn't own them yet when we lived at Le Shed or on 48th st. They were probably still packed away in my parent's basement.
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