July 21 2014-2

From Anna

dad. maybe you can fill in some details, but charlie karesh told such a funny story at the shiva about a time that zaida was up waiting for you in his white undershirt and boxers. sitting in the dark at the table and just jumped out of the blue.

i could just picture it and feel the reaction he must have had.

sadie--i think the wendy's story went more like, we wanted frosty's and so we went to wendy's. when we pulled around they didnt have them and zaida thought the lady had just lied to him after telling him to pull around for his order. she got sassy when he asked her why she did that. who knows. we were both little and when he got out of that car i was scared for that lady.

i remember zaida as this stoic caring loving man. he had a presence i cant explain. one thing he told me when i was telling him about having a hard time with a teacher about getting out of an exam for the jewish holidays he said to me. there is something in life that you learn about being a minority. you cant teach it, you can't explain it, but it is a perspective that while hard to learn, it will make you better at seeing the world. he was right. like he always was.

i remember calling to tell zaida that cam and i were going to have a baby. aunt jenni was there..nto sure of the reason, but now that i think of it..it was likelyt the real beginning of the end. his voice became so clear and he was so excited. he really would have been the very best great grandfather. i wish we had just a little more time and had made those tapes.

last one. i remember sitting at the dinner and shabbos tables and watching zaida after the meal. he would use his index and sometimes his ring finger to gingerly pick up every bread crumb and poppy seed from around his plate and make a nice little pile on the side of his plate. he was meticulous about it..sometiems using his pinky to sweep all the crumb closer to each other, but form some reason even as a child i loved to wait and watch for him to start and could not peel my eyes away.