From that moment on, every meal, and I mean every meal, was punctuated by passionate singing of the “Rebbetzin song”
Granted, it never made the hit parade in any country, but it numbers among my all-time favorites. And most people would probably agree that the tune and lyrics are quite catchy. (Perhaps like an infectious disease!)
I think it’s one of the best songs ever composed. Truth to tell, I admit to being, ahem, somewhat biased. Fact is that said little ditty is an original composition about none other than yours truly…. Yup, it can trace its humble origins to my husband’s infinitely more humble yeshivah dining room, where it was subsequently sung and re-sung countless times by a sincere group of ostensibly tone-deaf students.
One of my son’s classmates and best friends thought it up on his own to show appreciation to their rebbi’s wife, a.k.a. the rebbetzin, a.k.a. moi, for the occasional meals, and especially the homemade desserts I regularly prepared for the bochurim.
It was music to my ears, even as I invariably blushed from ear to said ear. However, I definitely got the impression that each boy’s heart (the one proverbially reached through their stomach) was indeed in the right place. Besides who among us doesn’t value feeling appreciated?
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