"Saturday Night, Full Moon;" Book Review

A not so funny thing happened on the way to writing this book review...

Saturday Night, Full Moon by Yerachmiel Michael Tilles, Menorah Books, Intriguing Stories of Kabbala Sages, Chasidic Masters and Other Jewish Heroes, has been sitting by the computer in the den for just over three weeks. I generally don't wait all that long before writing a book review. How long can one remember the facts about the book and how it felt reading it? But some very unpleasant things happened here in Israel to three wonderful families, which became the focus of my blogging of late. And you're probably well aware of them.

Teenagers Gilad Sha'ar, Naftali Fraenkel and Eyal Yifrach were kidnapped by Arab terrorists, then murdered and it took over two weeks for Israeli authorities (actually a group of civilians in the end) to find the bodies and then there was their massive funeral. Sorry, but I just couldn't think about reviewing the book, even though it was right next to me each time I saw here in the den.

Saturday Night, Full Moon, is a lovely compilation of stories, messages, full of Torah and the words of Jewish religious leaders. Each chapter has messages to make life better for us, to make us feel better.

Now you can enjoy, read and re-read, stories from Rabbi Yerachmiel Tilles’ famed repertoire. Saturday Night Full Moon is a collection of thirty-three Chasidic stories of Kabbalah sages, Chasidic masters and other Jewish heroes dating from 16th Century Israel to 21st Century USA. Fully indexed with biographical information, as well as verses, names, dates and topics, this first volume of Rabbi Tilles’ stories is certain to become an oft-turned-to family treasure.

I particularly like the chart/guidelines at the beginning of each chapter with information about the people mentioned and suggestions as to when the chapter is particularly appropriate to read or use in a Dvar Torah or speech.

The Onion Plot, page 121

The stories are beautifully written and can be read or repeated at various sorts of occasions, or just read quietly to to give comfort or good ideas. Yes, it's highly recommended.

Product Code: SNFMYT

ISBN: 978-1-940516-07-3

Binding: Hardcover / 270 pages

Dimensions: 8.75” x 5.5”

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One Person's Cultter is Another's Treasure

When my sister moved our parents from their first "old age home," where they had a nice big one bedroom apartment to a more caring facility where they had a large "L" shaped room, there were lots of things they no longer needed.  Some things we divided and others were brought to one of the enormous Good Will stores/centers in the Phoenix, Tempe, Scottsdale area.  Books none of us wanted were donated to the public library, which has receptacles in various convenient places.

I described Good Will to friends in Israel as a "goyish g'mach."  That's what it is.  I wouldn't be surprised if the people who first established Good Will had gotten the idea from what the Jewish community did in the various "g'machim."  A  g'mach is a very necessary sort of charity, that can give/sell/rent services and things to others in need.  The services or things can be anything from money to cars to diapers, pacifiers, clothing, furniture, wedding gowns, decorated pillow cases for a Brit Milah, books, talents and more.  There is no end to the possibilities.

Many people (including myself) I know donate perfectly good, but personally useless, clothing to a g'mach.  It's much easier to clean out unnecessary clutter when you know the items will be used and treasured by other people.  As hard as we try, we still end up with unneeded stuff in our homes and closets.

When I was flying into New York for my mother's funeral, I noticed that the zipper on my good backpack, the one I'd been using the past couple of years to take my books etc when studying in Matan, wouldn't stay closed.  That backpack had been from my son's closet.  He gave it to me when I sent out an alert to the kids asking if they had one they weren't going to use again.  I think it was one of the freebies he had been given when in the army.  There were ads on it; tzanchanim, paratroopers got quite a few of these sorts of sponsored freebies.  It was pretty obvious that the bag hadn't been in use for awhile by all the dust.  I enjoyed it; it was well-made and orthopedic.  But what's the point of a backpack that doesn't stay closed?

A rushed visit to anyplace for a funeral doesn't include time for shopping, so I asked a friend I'd be seeing at the funeral who had offered to help in whatever I needed, to buy me a new one.  She said that she'd first go through her closets.  And she discovered this bag.

It had been her son's.  He's now married and neither needs nor wants it.  It's in too good condition to give away and the g'machim  in her area wouldn't be interested in it.  For me it's perfect, B"H, thank G-d.  And she's overjoyed that it's finally out of her closet.  She knew it was worth saving.