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FEBRUARY 2015

Wear the colors or symbols of loveListen to love songsSavor sweet treats

Sweethearts’ Day programGather in the Goodman lobby2:00 p.m., Friday, February 13

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2 MEMORIES Picking up the pieces Rudy Hooremans

3 HIGHLIGHTS OF THE WEEK – ANY WEEK Francine Hament

4 MY DEAREST WISH Bernice Hunold

6 PURPORTED ORIGINS OF AMERICAN PHRASES

7 ROJO Ellen Marks-Hinkle

8 HOLLYWOOD SQUARES

9 QUOTES TO LIVE BY Courtesy of Phyllis Wolf

10 HAPPENINGS AT HOME Casting our minds back to Chanukah

14 BRAVO! Employees of the month ~ January & February

16 WIT & HUMOR Seeing the funny (Jewish) side of life

17 COUNCIL OF RESIDENTS November meeting minutes

17 IN MEMORY

18 RESIDENTS’ BIRTHDAYS February celebrants

CONTENTS FEBRUARY 2015

AT HOME FEBRUARY 20152

PICKING UP THE PIECES

ADAPTED FROM MEMORIES

By Rudy Hooremans

At the end of WWII, as soon as the post office managed to resume transporting mail to foreign countries, I wrote to Tante Saar in the U.S. and Tante Jet in England to tell them about the situation in Holland. Soon we started receiving large packages with food and clothing from Tante Saar, which were more than welcome. There was still very little of all that to be had.

One of our neighbors on Columbusstraat had saved Moeder’s sewing machine. Since I had no use for that, I gave it to Anna Riemens, our former maid and family friend, who was elated with it.

At Tante Ton Kenens’ house, Vader had stored some household items, such as the parlor furniture, some of the silver flatware, many of his workbench tools, Moeder’s silver fox stole, her preserving kettle and a bunch of mason jars with preserved vegetables, and our bicycles. When I went to claim the stuff, she tried to tell me that the Germans had invaded her house and taken all these items, something I did not believe, especially since I spotted Vader’s bicycle in the back room. I told her that I didn’t go for her story. I said I could certainly understand that they had eaten the food and used up the tires on the bicycles. In the end she finally confessed that she had sold some of the items to buy food, and that she had loaned the parlor furniture to a

fellow parishioner who had been bombed out. I took the bicycles and, like many other people, rode around on the bare rims, which was quite tricky and very noisy.

A few days later I visited the people to whom Tante Ton had given the furniture. They were quite surprised to see me. They had no idea whose furniture it was and promised to give it back to me. I gave them time to obtain replacements. When I finally did get it back, I brought it over to Tante To’s house and took it up to the fourth-floor room where I was staying.

Tante Saar was very lucky that all three of her sons came through the war unscathed. She told us how Henk was stationed in England and Leo a cook in the navy in the Pacific. Manny received a few pieces of shrapnel in his leg, which fortunately did not incapacitate him.

It was time for me to start looking for a job so that I could pay Tante To for my keep, as she was nice enough to take me in. So I dropped in at the Central Bureau of Statistics, where Vader had worked for so many years. I had to relate most of the story to his colleagues, many of whom I knew from my frequent visits to the office before the war. They were quite dismayed at hearing of his terrible fate. They then helped me to apply for a job with that agency. I started in the department that gathered statistics about Holland’s army of high school students.

Meneer van Ede was in charge of this group. He was a very nice man, but had a rather severe stuttering problem and it took a considerable amount of

Rudy Hooremans

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patience to listen to his explanations. One day he caught me while I was standing on tiptoe at a cabinet, taking a few registers off the top shelf.

“M-m-m-meneer Hoo-hoo-hoo-re-m-m-m-m-mans,” he began.

I didn’t dare move all the while he was talking, for fear that I would burst out laughing. That, of course, would have been highly inappropriate, because he really was a very nice gentleman.

The office used to be located in downtown The Hague, but during the war years it was relocated to Voorburg, a small town about 10 miles to the north of the city. We had to take the train to a station especially built for this organization. An old steam locomotive pulled two dilapidated passenger cars on this short trip. These cars were in such bad shape that they escaped plunder by the Germans. It took months before some new rail cars arrived in Holland to begin operating general passenger services.

Although pleasant, the atmosphere in the office was very formal. Everyone addressed each other as

“Juffow” (Miss) or “Meneer” (Mr.), never by the first name. Women wore dresses, men suits, white shirts and ties.

Some time after, somebody organized a tennis club that I happily joined. On Saturday afternoons we would meet and have a few friendly games.

Read more of Rudy’s memories in the next issue of AtHome.

Francine Hament

HIGHLIGHTS OF THE WEEK – ANY WEEKBy Francine Hament

Have you met Joselyn Barrera, Nutritional Services supervisor extraordinaire? And a person of such people skills who makes herself known to all residents, enquiring into their likes and dislikes and, what’s more, acting upon our suggestions for making our meals more palatable and interesting.

Would you like a grilled cheese sandwich (would we?!) to replace what’s on the written menu?

How about salami and eggs, another substitute, and so delish.

Chicken salad on a soft roll? Can do! Not enough chicken and too many onions, olives, etc.? No problem!

Not only are there new choices available, but Joselyn puts her hand and soul into every dish she personally supervises. We are so fortunate to have this charming and capable young lady on our staff.

Bon appetit to one and all.


MY DEAREST WISHBy Bernice Hunold

I’m going to tell you about the night I got my dearest wish. It happened on March 5, 1992.

March 5 was an ordinary Thursday evening in San Francisco. I had just had a swimming lesson and was feeling great. As I went out to my car, I discovered it was pouring hard, but what the heck, I was still feeling great. I drove one short block, turned east onto Geary St., and was suddenly not feeling so great.

The rain was coming from the east. It slammed against the windshield with such force that the windshield wipers just fluttered helplessly. The defogger also refused to work under these conditions.

Here I was, behind the wheel of the car, and I couldn’t see at all. What should I do?

I wanted to stop the car and get out. Stop the car in the fast lane of a highway, which is what Geary really is. A driver behind me might crash into my car, and the driver behind him into his. It could be a whole chain of accidents. People could get hurt, and it would be all my fault.

No, I wouldn’t stop. I would slowly and carefully get over to the right and …

Wham! I heard the crunching of metal. What an awful sound. My car stopped. I didn’t. I went forward, despite the seat belt. I felt as if someone had whacked a baseball bat right through my chest and then taken a whack at my neck for good measure.

Now what? How was I going to get home? That was my one thought – to get home.

After a while there was a flashing light in my rearview mirror. It was a policeman. He came to the car.

“Ma’am, are you all right?”

“Yes,” I said. (Any thought that I might not be was blocked from my mind.)

“Then, ma’am, would you mind telling me why you drove your car into a pole?”

A pole? I drove into a pole? I grabbed a sweater and wiped the windshield. Oh, yes, there was a pole out there. This was the first time I had seen it.

“I couldn’t see. The rain. The wipers,” I said.

“Ma’am, can you see now? Does it hurt you anywhere?”

“Well, my chest, my neck,” I replied. “I want to go home.”

“Your car won’t take you. Its bumper is wrapped around the pole. I could call you a tow truck, but how about I call you an ambulance first?”

“I just want to go home.”

“Ma’am, what if an ambulance just happens to pass by? Will you let them take a look at you?”

Bernice Hunold Photo by Ray Hunold

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What a persistent policeman he was. Someone’s nice young grandson, no doubt.

“All right,” I said finally, “but only if the ambulance comes first.”

It did. Someone’s grandson saw to that. I got into the ambulance. I looked around. For me, just being in an ambulance was a nightmare come true. How many times had I heard that siren and said, “Thank God it isn’t for me.” This time it was, but only for an examination.

“You can’t force me to go anywhere in this thing,” I told the ambulance man.

“Lady, sit down. Let me examine you.”

I sat. This ambulance man was a most unpleasant fellow. I wouldn’t want to be his grandmother.

He gave me some squeezing of the ribs and poking of the chest and what day of the week is it questions. When he’d finished, I got up and announced, “I’m going home.”

“Oh, I think not, lady,” said the unpleasant fellow. “You just might have a rib stuck in your lung.”

Well, that was another whack with a baseball bat. It cracked my resistance. I lay down on the stretcher thing and let them hook me up, most clumsily, to an IV, followed by asking me what month of the year it was.

At the hospital they wanted me to tell them what year it was and who was the president. That was after they gave me their brand of squeezing of the ribs and poking of the chest.

I phoned my husband, Ray, as soon as I could.

“Hi, honey,” I said. “Guess what?”

“What?” said Ray. “You’re having coffee with your swim friends?”

“Not exactly. I’m having an X-ray at Mt. Zion.” I could hear the stunned silence.

“You all right?”

“I’m fine,” I assured my poor husband. “Just tired of the squeezing of the ribs and poking of the chest and inferences that I’m cuckoo.”

“I’ll be right there,” said Ray.

And he was. When Ray peeked into the open doorway, I was having an EKG. Two valiant, almost frantic, nurses were trying to take it, with a machine that skipped every other page. I was uncovered, of course, and freezing. (They didn’t have enough blankets.) Ray spread his coat over me the minute the nurses were finished.

Then it was Ray’s turn to ask questions, intelligent questions, of the doctor, after which he took my hand and said, “Come on, honey, I’m taking you home.”

And so it was. On the evening of March 5, 1992, I got my dearest wish. I got to go home.

♠♣♥♦WANTED!

BRIDGE PLAYERSBridge enthusiast Phyllis Wolf puts out the call: “We’re still looking for a fourth player for our regular weekly bridge game. We’d love to welcome you to our bridge table!”

Interested in being stimulated?Enjoy social interaction?Want to have pure fun?

Then come along to the coffee bar area on F1 on Tuesday afternoons at

4:00 p.m. Be ready to have a good time and exercise your mind.


SHOT OF WHISKYIn the old West a .45 cartridge for a six-gun cost 12 cents, so did a shot glass of whisky. If a cowhand was low on cash he would often give the bartender a cartridge in exchange for a drink. This became known as a “shot” of whisky.

THE WHOLE NINE YARDSAmerican fighter planes in World War II had machine guns that were fed by a belt of cartridges. The average plane held belts that were 27 feet (nine yards) long. If the pilot used up all his ammo he was said to have given the target “the whole nine yards.”

BUYING THE FARMThis is synonymous with dying. During World War I soldiers were given life insurance policies worth $5,000. This was about the price of an average farm. So if you died, you “bought the farm” for your survivors.

IRON-CLAD CONTRACTThis came about from the iron-clad ships of the Civil War. It meant something so strong it could not be broken.

PASSING THE BUCK / THE BUCK STOPS HEREMost men in the early West carried a jack knife made by the Buck knife company. When playing poker it was common to place one of these Buck knives in front of the dealer so that everyone knew

who he was. When it was time for a new dealer, the deck of cards and the knife were given to him. If this person didn’t want to deal he would “pass the buck” to the next player. If that player accepted, then “the buck stopped there.”

COBWEBThe Old English word for “spider” was “cob.”

SHIP STATEROOMSTraveling by steamboat was considered the height of comfort. Passenger cabins on the boats were not numbered. Instead they were named after states. To this day, cabins on ships are called staterooms.

SLEEP TIGHTEarly beds were made with a wooden frame. Ropes were tied across the frame in a crisscross pattern. A straw mattress was then put on top of the ropes. Over time the ropes stretched, causing the bed to sag. The owner would then have to tighten the ropes to get a better night’s sleep.

SHOWBOATThese were floating theaters built on a barge that was pushed by a steamboat. These played small towns along the Mississippi River. They were gaudy and attention-grabbing, which is why we say someone who is being the life of the party is “showboating.”

PURPORTED ORIGINS OF AMERICAN PHRASESCourtesy of Daniel Hoebeke, sr. development & gift planning officer


OVER A BARRELIn the days before CPR, a drowning victim would be placed face-down over a barrel and the barrel would be rolled back and forth in an effort to empty the lungs of water. It was rarely effective. Thus, if you are over a barrel, you are in deep trouble.

BARGE INHeavy freight was moved along the Mississippi in large barges pushed by steamboats. These were hard to control and would sometimes swing into piers or other boats. Hence, people would say they

“barged in.”

HOGWASHSteamboats carried both people and animals. Since pigs smelled so bad they would be washed before being put on board. The mud and other filth that was washed off was considered useless “hogwash.”

CURFEWThe word “curfew” comes from the French phrase couvre feu, which means “cover the fire.” It was used to describe the time of blowing out all lamps and candles. It was later adopted into Middle English as

“curfeu,” which later became the modern “curfew.” In the early American colonies homes had no real fireplaces, so a fire was built in the center of the room. In order to make sure a fire did not get out of control during the night it was required that, by an agreed upon time, all fires would be covered with a clay pot called a curfew.

BARRELS OF OILWhen the first oil wells were drilled they had made no provision for storing the liquid so they used water barrels. That is why, to this day, we speak of barrels of oil rather than gallons.

HOT OFF THE PRESSAs the paper goes through the rotary printing press friction causes it to heat up. Therefore, if you grab the paper right off the press, it is hot. The expression means to get immediate information.

Ellen Marks-Hinkle

ROJOBy Ellen Marks-Hinkle

Now I know where life is at.

It’s in my furry orange and blond ginger tabby cat.

Rojo is as delicious, most loving and charming as can be.

Rojo is playful, and certainly the only young man (cat) for me.

***The sun warms my body and the moon touches and shines my soul. – Ellen Marks-Hinkle


Q. Do female frogs croak?A. Paul Lynde: If you hold their little heads under water long enough.

Q. If you’re going to make a parachute jump, at least how high should you be ?A. Charley Weaver: Three days of steady drinking should do it.

Q. You’ve been having trouble going to sleep. Are you probably a man or a woman?A. Don Knotts: That’s what’s been keeping me awake.

Q. Which of your five senses tends to diminish as you get older?A. Charley Weaver: My sense of decency.

Q. As you grow older, do you tend to gesture more or less with your hands while talking?A. Rose Marie: You ask me one more growing old question Peter, and I’ll give you a gesture you’ll never forget.

These great questions and answers are from the days when Hollywood Squares game show responses were spontaneous, not scripted, as they are now. Peter Marshall was the host asking the questions.

(Once again, courtesy of Daniel Hoebeke, sr. development & gift planning officer)

XO


Q. Why do Hell’s Angels wear leather?A. Paul Lynde: Because chiffon wrinkles too easily.

Q. When you pat a dog on its head he will wag his tail. What will a goose do?A. Paul Lynde: Make him bark?

Q. If you were pregnant for two years, what would you give birth to?A. Paul Lynde: Whatever it is, it would never be afraid of the dark.

Q. Back in the old days, when Great Grandpa put horseradish on his head, what was he trying to do?A. George Gobel: Get it in his mouth.

Q. Jackie Gleason recently revealed that he firmly believes in them and has actually seen them on at least two occasions. What are they?A. Charley Weaver: His feet.

QUOTES TO LIVE BYCourtesy of Phyllis Wolf

“Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist, lecturer and poet;

b. 1803, d. 1882

“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!”

– Audrey Hepburn, actress and humanitarian;

b. 1929, d. 1993

“Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.”

– Aldous Huxley, English writer and philosopher;

b. 1894, d. 1963

“I am grateful to all those people who said no. It is because of them I did it myself.”

– Albert Einstein, physicist, philosopher of science, developer of the

general theory of relativity, one of the two pillars of modern physics;

b. 1879, d. 1955

Phyllis Wolf


CASTING OUR MINDS BACK TO CHANUKAHAlthough this Jewish holiday and our annual Chanukah concert may be a couple months in the past now, we think some photos and turns (star material all) are, thanks to our talented

residents and staff, worthy of a bit more longevity via print. Do enjoy all over again!

HAPPENINGS AT HOME


When a man has a birthday, he takes a day off. When a woman has a birthday, she takes three years off.

I hate housework. You do the bed, you do the dishes, and six months later you have to start all over again.

There are many self-help books by Ph.D.’s, but I hold a different degree, an I.B.T.I.A. “I’ve been through it all” is what it stands for. This degree comes not on parchment but on gauze and it entitles me to tell you that there is a way to get through any misfortune.

CONSIDER YOURSELF(To the tune of the song by the same name from Oliver)

By Charles Dickens, Lionel Bart, and Rabbi Shelly Marder

When Chanukah comes, we pray

For miracles and latkes that aren’t too burnt

Our melody’s sweet and smooth

We’re sure you’re gonna get in the groove.

Like Maccabees, we’re brave

We get on the stage with no distress or fear

With Marnie in charge, we’re calm

We feel real spiritual like a psalm.

So then the Maccabees came to be the winning team

Dreidl-spinning team, no less

When the oil had lasted for eight days before our eyes

We’d survived all that duress

Remember that you’re at Home

We want you to feel your best

So after all the Chanukah ditties have been sung

Remember that you’re truly blessed!

CAN WE TALK?Trail-blazing comedian Joan Rivers never shied away from outrageous humor, fearlessly lampooning her friends, fellow celebrities and most of all, herself. Edie Sadewitz remembers Rivers with this edited selection of some of her quotes and jokes.

People say that money is not the key to happiness, but I always figured if you have enough money you can have a key made.

I wish I had a twin so I could know what I’d look like without plastic surgery.

I don’t exercise. If God wanted me to bend over, he would have put diamonds on the floor.

I was born in 1962, the room next to me was 1963.

I’m definitely going to watch the Emmy’s this year. My makeup team is nominated for “best special effects.”

At my age, an affair of the heart is a bypass.

Looking 50 is great, if you’re 60.

You know you’ve reached middle age when you’re cautioned to slow down by your doctor instead of by the police.

At my funeral, I want Meryl Streep crying in five different accents.

We all mourn in our own way. I mourn with a great steak.


REFLECTIONS OF LIFE AT JEWISH HOMEBy Ellen Marks-Hinkle

Before coming to the Jewish Home many of us came from different nations and different parts of the United States.

Our backgrounds are varied: Some like to sew and bake. Most of us drove our own cars, shopped for food, and some of us loved to entertain our family and friends.

We raised our children lovingly and in the best way possible.

To keep myself busy I loved to read, go bowling, play tennis, hike, and run track. I also loved to exercise by going dancing (“cool in the shul”).

One of my neighbors played golf, including getting a hole in one.

My life has become 100 percent busier since moving to the Jewish Home. I no longer walk into my bathroom closet asking myself “Why did I come in here?” because I no longer have a closet in my bathroom!

I loved (and still love) to go to live performances of the symphony and the opera where I sat in a tier.

To celebrate Chanukah we always went to David’s Deli on Geary Street for some holiday schmeer, chopped liver sandwiches and, of course, potato latkes. Along with the latkes we also ate a ton of Chanukah chocolate gelt. Afterwards, my dad loosened his belt.

Every night during Chanukah we played dreidel, sang aloud, and had so much fun.

Some of our minds are still crystal clear. We are so much sharper than we were. Most of us have had some physical changes, but that hasn’t really slowed us down.

We are pretty fit and that’s the end of it!

WE LIVE AT THE JEWISH HOMEBy Rebekah Finer, of blessed memory

We live at the Jewish Home – it is a wonderful place

The doctors, nurses and CNAs all have a smile on their face.

We love our Rabbi Marder; he teaches us Torah and prayers

He brings us art and poetry and we know he really cares.

Our schedules are busy – always from morning to night

We sing and draw and when we have time, we even try to write.

Our activity directors make certain that we have fun

When we eat our kosher food we are full when we are done.

We live at the Jewish Home – it is a wonderful place

Come visit us and see for yourself – we live in joy and grace.


BRAVO!BRAVO! EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH NOMINATION FORM

I, ,

nominate

for the Bravo! Employee of the Month Award for the month of

.

Performs “beyond the call of duty” to improve service to the residents, or the quality of the Jewish Home’s image.

Exemplifies professionalism and dedication to excellent service by putting forth the extra effort.

Makes outstanding contributions of significance to the Jewish Home to fulfill its mission/vision.

I feel he/she should receive the award because:

WHAT STAFF AND / OR RESIDENTS AND PATIENTS WROTE IN THEIR NOMINATIONS:

EMPLOYEES OF THE MONTH

JANUARY

MAY JUDILLA, EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT

May is an extremely helpful, friendly person. She is always willing to go the extra mile to assist when we have questions or need direction. She is tactful, diplomatic, and cordial. She can be relied upon to assist with quality reports and other areas where

she can share her expertise. We appreciate her timeliness and clarity with her catering requests, which enable us to plan events accordingly. May is clearly dedicated to the Home and committed to excellence. She sets a great example for her co-workers, and represents the Jewish Home and the Nursing department in the most professional manner.

NU (WENDY) TRUONG, NUTRITIONAL SERVICES STEWARD

Wendy always has a positive attitude. When she works in the garden café, she is cheerful and customer-focused. She takes pride in her job, is always willing to help out, and is extremely dedicated to the Jewish Home. She demonstrates high standards

of professional conduct, integrity and competency, and readily accepts reassignments. She ensures the residents’ need are not only always met but often

SUBMIT THIS FORM to your recreation coordinator by the 1st of the month for the following month’s award consideration. Or you can place it in the nomination box located at the self-service area in the H.R. department, 1st floor, B-building, or hand-deliver it to the H.R. department, or e-mail it to [email protected].

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Bravo! is generously underwritten by Jewish Home supporters

Dana Corvin and Harris Weinberg.


exceeded. With her versatility and commitment to excellence, Wendy exemplifies the Jewish Home’s mission of providing the highest level of service.

FEBRUARY

CHAD KLOPOTEK, CNAAs a new member to the acute psych team, Chad has shown incredible skill working with our patients. He never says “Never.” He is committed, patient, kind, and caring. He shows initiative and creativity when working with patients, and goes above and beyond

his normal CNA duties to engage and motivate. His calm and empathic approach has endeared him to not only the people he serves, but to the people who serve with him. He has been on “the front lines” – together with our other amazing CNA staff – helping our most challenging patients on their way to wellness. We are so grateful for Chad’s talents and abilities, and feel fortunate to have him as part of our team.

ARNEL SOLIMAN, LAUNDRYShowing thoughtfulness and true dedication to the Home, Arnel took on extra responsibilities while a key member of the Environmental Services team was on leave. Even though he has a long commute to San Francisco from his home in Sacramento,

we can always depend on him. We really appreciate Arnel’s willingness to take on projects and his commitment is to be commended.

THERE’S A HOME THAT’S CALLED JEWISHBy Edie Shaffer

Sung to the tune of Somewhere Over The Rainbow

There’s a Home that’s called JewishWhere we liveAnd at holiday timeA Chanukah show we give.Don’t think that it’s so easyStars we’re notBut it feels good to be singingWe give it all we’ve got.Our voices are the sweetestThat you’ll ever want to hearAt end of show you’ll come away withFeelings of good cheer.The chorus and the solosAll contain the songs you knowSo we can share the pleasureOf bringing you this show.Now please sit back and enjoyWe’ll do our bestClap your hands if you’d likeBut save some applause for the rest!We’re happy that you cameTo hearThe show we put onEvery year…For YOU!

Edie Shaffer


CLEANING UP FOR PESACHIt was several weeks before Pesach. I had 12 bottles of whiskey in my cellar that my wife instructed me to empty. She said, “Empty each and every bottle down the sink,” so I proceeded with the task.

I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink, with the exception of one glass which I drank.

I extracted the cork from the second bottle and did likewise, with the exception of one glass which I drank.

I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle and poured the contents down the sink, with the exception of one glass which I drank.

I pulled the cork from the fourth sink, poured the bottle down the glass, which I drank.

I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next, and drank one sink out of it and threw the rest down the glass.

I pulled the sink out of the glass and poured the cork from the bottle. Then I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink, and drank the pour.

When I had everything emptied I steadied the house with one hand, counted the bottles, corks, glasses and sinks with the other, which were 29, and put the houses in one bottle, which I drank.

A MILLION A SECONDShlomo was walking through a forest pondering life. He walked, pondered, walked, pondered. He felt very close to nature and even close to G-d. He felt so close to G-d that he felt if he spoke G-d would listen. So he asked, “G-d, are you listening?”

And G-d replied, “Yes!”

Shlomo stopped and pondered some more. Then he looked toward the sky and said, “G-d, what is a

million years to you?”

G-d replied, “Shlomo, a second to me is like a million years to you.”

So Shlomo continued to walk and ponder, walk and ponder. Once more he looked to the sky and said,

“G-d, what is a million dollars to you?”

And G-d replied, “Shlomo a penny to me is like a million dollars to you. It means almost nothing to me. It does not even have a value it is so little.”

Shlomo looked down, pondered a bit and then looked up to the sky and said, “G-d, can I have a million dollars?”

G-d replied, “In a second.”

MIRACLE AT THE MALLYaakov and his father were visiting a mall for the very first time. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and back together again.

Yaakov asked his father, “What is this, Papa?”

His father responded, “Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life, I don’t know what it is!”

While Yaakov and his father watched wide-eyed, an elderly lady in a wheelchair rolled up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed. They watched the small circles of lights with numbers above the walls light up. And they continued to watch as the circles lit up in the reverse direction. Then the walls opened up again and a beautiful 24-year-old woman stepped out.

The father turned to Yaakov and said, “Go get your mother.”

WIT & HUMOR SEEING THE FUNNY (JEWISH) SIDE OF LIFE


November 25, 2014 meeting minutes

Council president Edie Shaffer called the meeting to order at 2:40 p.m. and introduced the current and past officers in attendance.

Council secretary Mediatrix Valera read the minutes of the previous meeting, which were approved as read.

Edie read the names of residents who had passed away since the last meeting.

Edie read the names of new residents who were admitted to the Home since the last meeting.

Treasurer Claire Shor gave the financial report. There was $0 in deposits and $10 in withdrawals, leaving the balance at $198.71 in the checking account and $10 in petty cash.

The membership was reminded that copies of the Residents’ Bill of Rights as well as the Theft and Loss Prevention Procedures are always available to residents, that copies are on hand at all Council meetings, and that residents should feel free to contact their social worker for follow-up issues.

FOOD FORUM minutes were distributed.

OLD BUSINESSCushions for the wooden chairs outside the Koret and Goodman buildings have been put back by Plant Operations.

Dulce Martinez complimented Activities on the wonderful outing (using the new van) to the Golden Gate Opera performance of Madama Butterfly. She added that the same performers presented excerpts from the opera at the Home on November 16, which the residents enjoyed.

Edie Shaffer noted that the December performance of The Nutcracker has been canceled. The organizers hope to present it next year.

NEW BUSINESSRan Malool, director of Plant Operations, was the guest speaker. He introduced himself and Ernest Castello, facilities coordinator. Ran discussed his functions and presented the Jewish Home Residents and Patients Earthquake Preparedness Guide. He explained and distributed copies of the Seven Steps to Earthquake Safety and answered questions raised by the residents.

Edie Shaffer thanked Ran for the informative presentation.

RAFFLE WINNERBetty Spiegel was the lucky winner of this month’s raffle.

The meeting was adjourned at 3:05 p.m.

Recorded by Mediatrix Valera Recreational Programs Director & Council Secretary

COUNCIL OF RESIDENTS

IN MEMORYMARIYA BERDICHEVSKAYA

April 10, 1910 to December 10, 2014

LEV BROWN January 14, 1929 to January 27, 2015

REBEKAH FINER August 4, 1930 to December 28, 2014

YEFIM FISHKIN January 30, 1925 to December 26, 2014

BORIS PASSYNKOV October 6, 1918 to January 15, 2015

ETELIYA PLIUSS January 1, 1920 to January 20, 2015

SOROUSH POURMEHRABAN May 10, 1922 to January 18, 2015

MARY THOMSON June 21, 1915 to January 22, 2015


RESIDENTS’ BIRTHDAYS

1 Gitel Fishman2 Sun Mark3 Claire Shor5 Yakov Knakhovskiy7 Boris Burkatov10 Vera Pierucci10 Mikhail Sorkin11 Shura Paykis

12 Hilda Senick12 Isaak Taruch15 Abraham Knabel16 Vitia Reyzelman17 Sonia Kitner18 Zinoviy Simkhovych19 Betty Graham22 Mikhail Fridman

22 Josephine Garnot22 Henrietta Miller22 Pasqualina Pianko25 David Jaffe26 Fanya Shushkovskaya28 Jesus Sandoval

FEBRUARY

Louise Beasley celebrates her December birthday with an equally celebratory cutting of the birthday

cake for her fellow honorees. This was followed by enjoyment of the confection itself for all.

With January heralding her 107th birthday, Doris Sperber is accorded the rightful honor of cutting the cake at the birthday luncheon. Smiling his joy and joining his mother in the slicing of the confection is Stephen Sperber.

february 2015jhsf.org/pdf/athome-02-15.pdfat home 4 february 2015 my dearest wish by bernice hunold...

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