grandpa

A guide to trolling Jewish organizations featuring my grandfather

October 26, 2011

Mr. B and I were visiting my grandpa, last weekend. After he was done telling us that one Rabinovich joke where Rabinovich is dying and his cheap family in Russia sends his family in America a telegram.  ”Rabinovich is dead.”  ”Oy,” comes the telegram reply, he turned to us and asked if we wanted any shmendrickeli. Shmendrickeli is not a real word, but one my grandpa made up to refer semi-scornfully to stuff he doesn’t like.  Shmendrikevich is the human ...

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If my grandpa can’t come to the pictures, they come to him

June 2, 2010

About a month ago, I was visiting my grandpa when he got a call.  His  girlfriend jumped three feet in the air because the phone is loud since my grandpa used to be a railroad engineer in the Ol’ USSR and now has awful hearing as a result. “Do you know why she jumps so high,” my grandpa asked me conspiratorially, oblivious to the noise. “No,” I said. “It’s because she thinks Malach HaMavet (the Angel of Death) is calling ...

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Visiting my grandpa, the Yiddish-speaking atheist

March 2, 2010

This weekend, as we often do, Mr. B and I went to see the fam.  The fam is enormous, there are lots of them, and all of them need to be seen every time we go to visit them in Philadelphia, especially the grandparents, of which there are four, each of which needs extra time. On the one hand, I know I should be grateful, but on the other hand,  since Mr. B and I are kind of introverted  (what, ...

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