It isn't often that I have the opportunity to speak Yiddish but when I do it brings back many wonderful memories. I think of my parents, my grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins who are no longer with me.
I spoke Yiddish even before I spoke English. My grandmother who did not speak English, lived with my parents when I was a youngster, so in order to communicate with her I "spoke her language." I must say given a chance I still speak a good Yiddish.
What brought all this to mind recently is the fact that this week we welcomed the Jewish New Year.
Food is a big part of the celebration! Chopped liver, meat knishes, chicken soup with matzo balls and noodles, potato pudding, carrots, chale, roast brisket and to top it all, honey cake for a sweet new year.
Like I said earlier I relish the opportunity to speak Yiddish so here is a video of the only Yiddish joke I remember and love to tell.
Enjoy!!