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Eyes Heavenward

tarnished cup of silver family heirloom wrinkled hands all a-tremble pindrop silence in the room eyes lifted heavenward will he remember the words… Blessed art Thou O Lord our God King of the Universe, Who creates the fruit of the vine Amen Smiles all around

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Date: 6/30/2025 10:50:00 AM
Being a fine Baptist woman, my grandmother did not allow liquor in the house, betting games, or foul language. But she never failed to have a small glass of wine before bed. She lived to 98 yo! God rest her. Loved this write gw. :)
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Date: 6/27/2025 5:30:00 PM
very touching, gershon! reminds me of my zaide (my great-grandfather) who used to have a shot of whiskey every night before dinner (without the prayer, though, unless it was silent). he had very shaky hands and we all used to watch those hands trembling as they lifted the glass, but he never spilled a drop!
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/28/2025 8:28:00 PM
Gosh, thank you so much for recounting the story of your zaide, Ilene. Very touching as well! :) Gershon

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