Today, my SOS buddy told me about some of her fondest shabbat memories....
She used to work in Woolworths, on Pitkin Avenue, when she was in highschool. She sold makeup behind the counter there. She was earning 10 cents an hour! Back then, that was like gold. She wished she could sit at the Woolworth's luncheonette counter and have malted milks, but it was too expensive. Whenever she got paid, the money was received in a small, yellow sealed bag. She would never even open the bag. She would bring it directly home and give it to her mother. On Thursday nights. It was always on the night that her Mother did a lot of baking, and cooking. All for Shabbos. Her Mom would be starting the Challah recipe she loved so much, just when she would be entering the front door. My buddy would give her Mother the wages she earned in Woolworth's and her Mom would smile, so proud of her. One of her favorite parts of Shabbos was being able to wear her red shoes. Her Shabbos shoes. They were special not only because she loved the color, but because her brothers bought them for her as a surprise.
Good Shabbos
Julie Levine
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