By Fay Kranz-Greene for COLlive.com
As every Chabadnick knows, no one can predict exactly what program, what song, what speech, what Mitzvah, what word will strike a chord in another person’s heart.
It’s almost like when we make dinner, we never know for sure which of our kids will eat it.
The same is with speech. An innocent word said at the wrong time; a genuine compliment said at the right time; a silence when a few words would have been so very welcome.
We all know how powerful words are! We all know that words can make or break someone’s day and sometimes they can actually destroy a fragile psyche.
I would like to share a little story that happened to me recently, that shows how one insignificant little word can actually pierce someone’s heart for the good.
During the past 6 weeks, I have been with my children in a little town in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. It is spectacularly beautiful here in every way. Towering mountain vistas, gorgeous trees and flowers, blue skies, deer families on the roads, hopping cottontail rabbits everywhere. The neighbors are immediately friendly and it is an almost forgotten tranquil way of life.
There’s only thing missing: any semblance of Jewish life. There are very few Jews here and consequently, there is no Shul of any denomination.
One Friday morning, my daughter and I were shopping at the local Dollar Store with all the kids in tow. I told them to choose what they want (I am very generous in a Dollar store…) and they were roaming the aisles. But every few minutes one of them would ask, “Bubby, can I have this? Bubby, can we buy that?” etc.
After about 15 minutes of shopping, a woman walks over to me and says: “Do you know how long it’s been since I heard the word Bubby?”
I said, “you’re Jewish?”
She said yes and we start to talk. She and her husband live not too far away. They have been here for years and have not seen many Jews around. I said, “would you like to come to our house for Shabbos dinner?” and she says “yes, we would love that.” I took her phone number and said my daughter would call her.
When I told the story to my daughter, she immediately picked up the phone and invited her for Shabbos lunch. We weren’t sure they would actually come, but sure enough, Shabbos afternoon there was a knock on the door. We welcomed them warmly and they joined us at the table.
Someone asked her husband if he was retired. “No siree,” he said, “I’m still working, I’m a weaver.” We asked him what he weaves and were quite surprised at the answer. “I weave Taleisim,” he said.
In this tiny town, there is a Jewish couple who are not observant, but the wife gets choked up about hearing the word “Bubby” and the husband weaves Taleisim. What are the chances?
But the story is not yet over. About a week or so later, we went to a farmer’s market in the area. Again we took the kids with us and again they (loudly) wanted everything they saw.
We were already getting ready to leave when a young woman comes over to me and says: “I can’t tell you how much pleasure it gave me when I heard your grandkids calling you Bubby. Do you know how long it’s been since I heard that word?”
Needless to say, we took her number too and are waiting to see which Shabbos she can join us.
There apparently are some Jewish families here… They don’t publicly practice their Yiddishkeit, but all it took was one simple word to rekindle their neshama. That word was “Bubby!” and I am ever so proud to be one.
Thanks for sharing
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for sharing! Love the stories, made my day. Keep up the great work Kranz families🤗
Beautifully written, just like my Bubby! You have such kind energy. Many more years of Nachas.
Thank you for sharing.
once a shlucha , always a shlucha- and arent we all supposed to be shluchim wherever we find ourselves? Heres the answer!!
What a beautiful story, Bubby! I’m grateful to Boruch Hashem be part of that club. By kol Klall Yisroel, Simchois and Nachas, on our way to Moshiach NOW!
D. Loschak
Soo great to hear from you
Wonderful story, Fay!
A true Shliach of the Rebbe MHM
A true shlucha through and through… No matter what. No matter where 😍
Sorry. Gushing to ensue. This is just such a wonderful article. I’d file this under “how can you write an article and hit every possible emotional and spiritual high note?“ Family, check. Nachas, check. Humor, check. Food mention, check. Vicarious picturesque living, check. Bubby, check. Hasgocha protis, check. Pinteleh yid, check. Rebbe, check. (I warned you). Rarely do I read something that has me smiling all the way through. People who do things very well make it look easy or effortless. Case in point, this article. Flows so sweetly you don’t pay attention to how well it was written. Kudos… Read more »
Thank you Fay, that was a truly enjoyable read much continued nachas from your entire beautiful family.
Yehudis Leiter
Thank you Fay for sharing these special encounters!
Fay. you look great . Nice to see you and the article was lovely .
Loved your story. There are different and unique ways of doing shlichus. This is a first! Next time just cut to the chase. Wear a sign around your neck saying PROUD CHABAD BUBBY.
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What a wonderful and unique way of doing shlchus. Next time I will be visiting my shluchim grandchildren, I will take them out get them to call me bubbe in a public place. The one whose BUBEE get a response from a passerby will get a prize!
We love you bub!
Deitsch VA
Hi Faye
Beautiful story. So typical of your adventures
Shabbat Shalom
Molly and Leonard
Bubby, look what you did!!! Reached out and boom a beautiful connection. Rebbetzin, your sweet voice and demeanor I’m certain put them at ease as well.
Wendy Levites
Hi Fay,
Great article. I babysat for your wonderful children over 45 yrs ago when you lived in S Diego! Great memories! I am a bubbe now!
This is the article I’ve been waiting for all summer. With all the stressful news this article hit a nerve that lifted my spirits.
Favorite line: “I’m always generous in a dollar store..” Cracked me up.
Would love to see more articles by this talented writer.
Jack Dubnow
Wow thanks
Easy. Breezy. Meaningful yet funny. Great combo!
Fay, it proves, Jews are everywhere. I will share your story with my
Grandchildren who call me Bubbe, also.
Love,
Carol Kahn