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I often go to Temple Beth Sholom where, as a Hadassah member, I help prepare luncheons. At Beth Sholom members of community organizations are provided with a place to hold their meetings, and in the back of the temple is a kitchen with all the conveniences for people to make refreshments and coffee. One day when I was busy preparing the tables, three young people came in. They remained standing by the door looking perplexed, as if they wondered whether this was really the place they were looking for. "Can I help you with something?" I asked. "I hope so," answered one of the young people. I noticed that all three wore leather jackets and fitted pants with tie-dyed dots on them. All three had long hair; two were brunettes, the third, a blond. He carried a fine leather briefcase under his arm. To tell the truth, I was a little frightened. Who could tell what he carried in the leather case? The oldest of the three stepped forward. "He has yortsayt today." He pointed to the blond young man, who blushed a bit, let his head droop, and looked at his shoes. "What can I do for you?"...
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Lampel, Blume. "A song for a Jewish soul: Blume Lempel." Bridges: A Jewish Feminist Journal, vol. 12, no. 1, 2007, p. 98+. Academic OneFile, Accessed 21 Feb. 2019.
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