tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18005993.post791005358965744331..comments2023-06-29T13:59:50.407+03:00Comments on Sussmans b'Aretz: The Scarlet Letter I<b>The Sussmans b'Aretz</b>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17394066296577078801noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18005993.post-15867890639406136332014-11-01T20:22:34.676+02:002014-11-01T20:22:34.676+02:00Your post appears on Go! לך לך! Weekly Internatio...Your post appears on <a href="http://shilohmusings.blogspot.co.il/2014/11/go-weekly-international-jewish-blog.html" rel="nofollow"> Go! לך לך! Weekly International Jewish Blog Carnival, Havel Havelim</a>. <br />Please visit the blog carnival, check out the other posts, comment and share. It would also be appreciated if you'd mention Havel Havelim on your blog.<br><br />Thanks for blogging!<br><br />Shavua TovBatyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09402874037427009327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18005993.post-40527195005127579372014-10-28T06:36:09.999+02:002014-10-28T06:36:09.999+02:00I feel your pain, girlfriend. I hear and share the...I feel your pain, girlfriend. I hear and share the wistfulness-mixed-with-nachat. Once, many years ago, I sat in an auditorium with my two friends, watching one of their lovely daughters on stage singing a beautiful, soulful song in Hebrew. I had one of those "hovering over yourself" moments. You know what I mean. I saw three women sitting hunched forward, in their tichels (that their mothers hadn't worn, nor taught them how to tie), looking for all the world like alte babushkas just off the boat. We were so proud of that young woman. We hadn't a clue what the words she was saying meant. But we took such pride in the knowledge that she understood what she was singing. And we knew that even though we would always be immigrants to this strange and beautiful religion, we had brought our children to the Goldene Medina.rutimizrachihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06809119908148195009noreply@blogger.com