Sunrise, sunset

Joseph is thrilled to be taking Bracha, his 95-year-old mother, to see the touring Broadway production of “Fiddler on the Roof.” He’s excited not only because Bracha hasn’t seen it before, but also because she came to America in the late 1930s from one of the many Anatevka-like Russian shtetls.

Not only does Joseph book the most expensive seats in the theater, but he also buys Bracha some smart new clothes to wear. And on the night of the show, he even orders a stretch limo to take them there and back. He wants it to be a memorable evening and doesn’t want to leave anything to chance.

On the night of the show, they arrive in style, take their seats and watch the performance.

As the final curtain comes down, Joseph asks Bracha, “Well Mom, what did you think? Be honest. Did it bring back any memories for you?”

Bracha sits there for a while, then turns to Joseph and gives both a nod and a classic Jewish mother shrug. “Yes bubbeleh, it did,” she replies, “but I really don’t remember that much singing.”

What’s for dinner?

The main course at the big civic dinner was baked ham with glazed sweet potatoes. Rabbi Barsky regretfully shook his head when the platter was passed to him.

”When,” scolded Father Kelly playfully, “are you going to forget that silly rule of yours and eat ham and bacon like the rest of us?”

Without skipping a beat, Rabbi Barsky replied “At your wedding reception, Father Kelly.”

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Anything breakable

A very gracious elderly lady named Hinda Binder was mailing an old family Bible to her sister Minzy in another part of the country.

“Is there anything breakable in here?” asked the postal clerk.

“Only the Ten Commandments,” answered the lady.