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Shabbos Nachamu Memories

Jr. Contributors

Many camps (and some families) celebrate the hope and joy of Shabbos Nachamu with music, singing, and fanfare. Three Jr. writers share their Shabbos Nachamu memories

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

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Memory from: Bracha Rosman

One summer, several years ago, the Skulener Rebbe was in L.A. recuperating after a difficult surgery. A Melaveh Malkah was planned for later that summer, for Motzaei Shabbos Nachamu, to celebrate the release of the Rebbe and his father from a Romanian prison many years ago.

Although the original plan was to keep the Melaveh Malkah a small affair, due to the Rebbe’s weakened health, over 50 chassidim and many of the Rebbe’s family members flew in to celebrate with their beloved Rebbe.

That Shabbos Nachamu was also the bar mitzvah of the Rebbe’s grandson.

As the special Shabbos approached, the Rebbe was still quite weak from the surgery. Hosting a bar mitzvah would be far too strenuous for the Rebbe. It would mean firing tish Friday night, followed by a Shabbos seudah the next afternoon, which would last for hours.

The Rebbe’s children faced a dilemma. With so many local guests and guests from out of town, the Rebbe would be exerting himself too much and wouldn’t get to rest as his doctors had instructed.

The Rebbe’s son asked my husband and I to host the bar mitzvah in our home. This would allow the Rebbe an extra day to rest.

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We were thrilled to do this for the Skulener Rebbe, and quickly got to work. In a matter of two days, my husband and I, together with our children, prepared for 60 guests, including the Rebbe’s children. It was an incredible simchah and an amazing Shabbos Nachamu.

That Motzaei Shabbos, the Rebbe attended the Melaveh Malkah with unbelievable energy. The music, singing, and dancing were memorable. But what I remember most is the sweet smile on the Rebbe’s joyful face when he bentshed my husband and me for hosting his einekel’s bar mitzvah.

It was the kind of Shabbos Nachamu that happens once in a lifetime, and one that will never be forgotten. (Excerpted from Mishpacha Jr., Issue 720)

 

Memory from: Faygie Gut

A trip to Swan Lake Pizza on Motzaei Tishah B’Av? You have got to be kidding me.

Nope, I’m not.

If you’ve ever heard of Camp Bais Yaakov, or been there yourself, you know that it’s a camp that marches to its own beat.

“We were the first around, the only camp to be found,” we’d sing. In 1944, Rabbi Neuhaus ztz”l and his rebbetzin ybdlcht”a saw that frum girls needed a summer camp to attend, so they opened “the machaneh,” as they liked to call it. That was the beginning of summer camping for frum girls in America.

Why the pizza shop every Motzaei Tishah B’Av? Back then, the girls needed an incentive to keep the fast, so you’d get a token if you fasted, and another token if you kept a specific taanis dibbur. If you earned those tokens, you’d get pizza after the fast was over!

Shabbos Nachamu brought with it a special “Shabbos Nachamu walk” (which I never attended, but that involved singing many of CBY’s traditional songs in an empty parking lot down the road), double “Shabbos ices,” and on Motzaei Shabbos, dancing through the night. The spirit of that dancing on the court near the main building is something I won’t forget: the darkened sky, the pumping music, and the dancing and dancing and dancing through the night. Lots of camps have dancing, but I’m sure no one else has a post-Tishah B’Av trip to the pizza shop! (Excerpted from Mishpacha Jr., Issue 720)

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