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INTERJECTED FILE-NOTE, 7 Apr 98:  RE: =dzshaggy.*
As noted, This is the "Dirty Penny" story, which I have posted toHomepage www.kinneret.co.il/sa9802 in my elaborative edit of a retelling by R. David Zeller:
NEW:  Natan Schaefer writes in a short note that, as he recallshearing from R. Shlomo, the three rabbis were:  R' Schneur Zalmanof Lidai, Levi Yitzhak of Berditchev, and R. Menachem Mendel ofVitebsk.                       
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INPUT OF TEACHINGS FROM 'SHABBOS WITH SHLOMO'
Copyright (C) (P) Jerusalem Star 1991
Cover notes it as "First new record in 10 years" -- presumably,first new recording for Jerusalem Star
Distributed by:  Aderet Music, 718--436-6131
Cassette purchased in Israel: Copyright (C)(?) and (P)(?) [hard toreach the little letters in the circles], Noam Productions, Ltd.,Jerusalem; Tel: 02-512-815; 511-703; "All Rights Reserved" 
Tape 1, DH 531, is songs
Tape 2, DH 532, is stories:

Tape 2 Side 1:

Moishe Dovid and the Chernovitzer
Chatzkele Likovod Shabbos
Side 2:
Th Bobver Rebbe in Lizensk
The Viletniker's MOther
Baron Hirsch
The Amshinover and the Cossak
The Sfas Emes and the Soldier         
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This TDK Type I ran only 46 minutes; those I ran previously allran 47 minutes.  They are all rated as 45-minute-per-side tapes.

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START TAPE SIDE A {C000}
START PASS 1

MOISHE DOVID AND THE CHERNOVITZER

You know, Neshoma-la and Dari:  A Jew does not forget for onesecond about Yerushelayim.  And a Jew doesn't forget aboutShabbos.

The heilige KARLINER would say before Shabbos:  Master of theworld:  I have fish for Shabbos, I have challah for shabbos, butwhere do I get shabbos for shabbos.

So you know, this is a very special privilege:  to have shabbos onshabbos.  Because it is possible, to keep shabbos, to keep everylaw -- but to taste shabbos -- to taste Shabbos is so special.

So this is what our holy rabbis teach us:
There's shmiras(?) shabbos -- keeping shabbos holy -- ah, and thenthere's oneg shabbos -- the bliss of shabbos.   The bliss ofshabbos.  ?It's? so special, gift  from heaven.

And here's the story I want to share with you:

The holy CHERNOTVITZER -- the holiest, the deepest, the helig RebChaim of Chernovitz, 200 years ago --

[REFERENCE:  R. Chayim Tirer of Chernovitz, the Be'er MayimChayim, ca. 1760-1816; disciple of the Maggid of Mezritch;Excepts, Finkel, pp102-105.  Be'er Mayim Hayim first printed inChernovitz, 1836.   B: near Butchatch, Galicia (now Poland) c.1760; d. Safed, Israel, 1816.   Finkel notes:  "In his earlyyears, Rabbi Chayim, beter known as the Be'er Mayhim Chayim wasgretly nfluenced by RAbbi Hechiel Michel of Zlotchov, theZlotchover Maggid, who introdocued him to Chasidut.  Lter hestudiend under Rabbi Shmelke of Nikolsburg and the Maggid ofMezritch...His book, Be'r Mayim Chayim, a commentary on the Troah,is considered on of the paramount works on chasidic ethought. Many of his expositons are baded on teh kabbalistic teachigns ofthe Ari, RAbbi Yitzchak Luria Shkenazi.  He also wrote the famousSiduro Shel Shabbat and Shaar HaTefillah...."] 

 -- for him, Shabbos was everything.  [If] I would ask him, whatdoes Bereshis mean, the first word of the Torah, which actuallymeans, 'at the beginning' -- [then] Reb Chaim would say:  What aquestion:  it means Shabbos.   [If] I would ask him -- what does'BaRAo' [the 2nd word in the Bereshit I:1] mean -- _____ it means'created', actually -- I would say, Reb Chaim, what does BaRAomeans -- he would say -- Shabos.  For him -- everything wasShabos. 

But on on Shabbos itself:  At that very second when ?him? and hisholy wife -- kindled lights for Shabos -- something happened tohim -- not really physically -- but somehow -- he looked like he's10 feet taller -- he was shining --  he was just -- not in thisworld.

Ok, Reb Chaim Chernovitzer I understand -- but one shabbos -- :
a little yiddle who could barely daven -- who could barely read,he could barely write -- on one of the outskirts of the city --spend one shabbos -- in the house of the holy Chernovitzer.  Nextshabbos, -- when he came to the synagogue, he would always standin the last row, and nobody would pay attention to him.

This shabos -- nobody could take their eyes off -- Moshe David .
He was shining -- shining from one corner of the world to theother.  You could see -- he's in another world.   He has onegshabbos, the bliss of of shabbos.

So this is where the story begins:

Moishe Dovid was so poor.  
You know, my beautiful friends, sometimes a person -- is too richto die, but too poor to live.  He had seven children, but they hadnothing to eat.  
One day he says to his wife:  We're not fair to our children. Maybe we should save -- 500 rubles -- although it will be --really the blood of our children -- not to read(?), not to sleep,not to buy anything new -- but after we have 500 rubles, we canbuy a farm.  And maybe even become rich.

So for a few years, Moishe Dovid, and his wife, and his children,starved themseleves to death -- but then -- he had 500 rubles. He's going into Chernovitz -- to buy a farm -- but you don't buythe first farm you find -- in the meantime, it's Friday afternoon,he still has the 500 rubles on him -- and on shabbos, you don'tcarry money -- so -- where do you go, if not to the holy ofholiest -- the heilige Chernovitzer -- he knocks on the door ofthe Chernovitzer, and he says, heilige Rebbe, -- and tells him thewhole story -- can I please ask you -- to take care of my 500rubles -- until after havdalah, until after shabbos.  And theheilige Chernovitzer looks at this yid -- ah, what a precious --what a suisse - yiddele, completely undiscovered yet -- he says tohim -- ah, it would be my greatest honor -- but let me ask you --where are you eating for shabbos.   Ah, he says, nobody invitedme.  Ah, the heilige Reb Chaim Chernovitzer says, please spendshabbos with me.           
{Comment (sa):  And indeed, on erev shabbat, that is usually oneof the first questions one is asked by any member of R. Shlomo'schevere. }


	They're still talking, suddenly the door opens, and a ladywalks in, crying crying, crying, to high heaven.  And this is whatshe says:

	Heilige Rebbe, I'm at the end, I can't do it alone any more. If you remember, my husband, Reb Avremele:  everybody thought hewas rich.  And my daughter got engaged to the son of the richestman in Chernovitz.  But as you know, my husband passsed away a fewweeks ago, and after he passed away, I realized, he was a poorman.  But this Saturday night is the wedding.  And if I tell therich man, the father of my daughter's groom -- that I can't evenpay for the wedding, the wedding will not take place. 

{Comment (sa): Nu, who wants to marry Arie Deri anyhow. }  

[N.B.:  This story seems familiar to me, but maybe it's just thatit re-uses phrases and blocks that occur in other stories; ormaybe I just recall it from playing it a year ago.]

Rebbe, rebbe, forgive me for coming so late before shabbos, but Istill have some pride left -- couldn't bring myself to ask formoney --                                           

	She was crying bitter tears.  And Moishe Dovid says, Rebbe,please, give her my 500 rubles. The Chernover says NO!, G_dforbid; every penny is blood of your children, you can't do this. 
Moishe David just takes the money, gives it to the woman.  Says toher, you know, I'm still young, I can save again.  But yourdaughter -- maybe she'll never find another husband to marry --Mazeltov to the wedding.

{R. Shlomo whistling:  a rather sad, reflective, phrase of hisown.}                    
2/2 , Maybe MM=40
 
f / g &D f / gdg ada / b^G   ??

The woman left.  And the holy Chetnovitzer turned to Moishe Davidand this is what he said:       
My toire suisse Moishe Dovid:  That G_d will make you rich beyondyour dreams.  That you will live to see the wedding of your greatgrandchildren goes without saying. But I would like to bless you,just from my heart to your heart, something so special.  Can youimagine what kind of a shabbos this woman would have had -- the poor widow without a husband -- knowing that after shabos she hasto face her in-laws and tell them -- we are too poor for thewedding.  Can you imagine what kind of a shabos her daughter, thebride, would have had -- thinking of her future husband -- maybehe doesn't even really love me -- and if I can't pay for thewedding he won't marry me -- 
	But you -- gave shabos to two people -- therefore I blessyou, G_d should give you shabos all your life.

{R. Shlomo singing: niggun, familiar)

So you hear my friends:  The next shabbos, when Moshe Dovid wentto the synagogue, after the heilige Chernovitzer blessed him onshabbos, gvalt was he glowing.
I want you to know: Moshe Dovid after 4 weeks was so rich, andsuch a big millionaire -- he didn't know he got it, but he did --that he built a Beis Medresh for the holy Chernovitzer -- and itwas called Moishe Dovid's Beis Medesh --  and I asked some oldpeople in Chernovitz who I met; they told me, yes, it's true, thatone yiddele, who the heilige Chernovitzer blessed with riches,because he gave 500 rubles to a widow, built the Beis Medresh --and, until the second world war, the Beis Medresh was visible; andI'm sure, right now, the Beis Medresh is part of the holy Wall.

And I bless Neshoma-le and Dari, next time you come to the holyWall, maybe one stone is from Moshe Dovid's Beis Medresh.

But this is not the end of the story.

150 years later, when the Germans -- destroyed Chernovitz -- thegreat-great-grandchildren of Moshe Dovid -- were all in Auchwitz - miraculously -- they all survived.  They came to -- America --without a penny in their pockets -- miraculously -- they don'tknow how -- after four weeks -- they were millionaires again.  Itwas still the blessing -- the holy Chernovitzer. 

And I heard this story -- of somebody -- who was a friend of them.
{Half-singing:}
So I bless you, I bless you -- and me and all of us -- if you wantto taste shabbos -- there is only way -- give shabbos to somebodyelse. 		
{C200}

CHATZKELE LIKOVOD SHABBOS 
{A variant of this story occurs, input, in =sh_m7000 (in\NEW69596, hence in =new69596.*); transcription of stories fromcommercial tape, Menorah 7000, `Shlomo Carlebach live in England,1988' [published, House of Menorah, NYC]

 I append that version.

Join me: {Singing:} L'kovid Shabbos 
Wherever you are, join me.

I mean shabbos -- everything you do is l'kovid shabbos. 
You eat fish -- and you say, l'kovid shabbos.  You eat soup --l'kovid shabbos -- 
	But this is -- everyone.

	But here's where the story begins:

	180 years ago, in Oishbetzin [ YID: OSZPIECHIN; Pol.:OSWIECIM ] -- sadly now Oishbetzin is known under the nameAuchwitz -- but for one moment -- let's take ____?care?  the wholeworld into Paradise -- Oishbetzin -- the holy hassidische city -- 
	There was a Rebbe -- the holy Reb ?Berl? Oishbetziner -- andin [or: `I learned']  his book -- in the Forward -- this is whathe writes -- and I would like to share it with you --

	When I was 17 years old, I was desperate for a Rebbe -- 
{R. Shlomo comments:}
	You know what a Rebbe is -- not someone who gives meinformation -- a Rebbe is somebody -- who connects you and me tothe deepest depths of my heart, to the deepest highest place inheaven -- 

{R. Shlomo resumes the narrative:}
	-- I needed a Rebbe.  I went to so many Rebbes but -- theywere not part of my heart.
	{Singing, full voice:} One day, one day, I was told, theheilige Reb Shlomo ?Likshanaver?  is coming to Oishbetzin forShabbos. Shlomo Likshanver -- he and the holy Lubliner 

[REFERENCE:  R. Yakov Yitzhak Horowitz, The Chozeh of Lublin,1745-1815; student of the Maggid of Mezritch] 

-- studied together by Rebbe Reb  Shmalke 

[REFERENCE:  R. Shmuel Shmelke of Nikolsburg, c. 1726-1778;student of the Maggid of Mezritch ] 

-- the heilige Reb Shlomo Likshanver. 

It was clear in my heart that he is my Rebbe, as much as I  neverseen him before.  But yet I remembered -- Eliezar -- when he wasin search -- for a wife -- for our holy father Yitzhak -- he madehimself a sign -- I decided to make myself a sign.  This is thesign:    

	In Oishbitzin, obviously, every Jew kept Shabbos, every Jewwas holy, but there was one Jew -- he was called Chatzkele L'KovidShabbos.  Chatzkele was a trager, a porter, was a very strongperson -- he knew so little -- maybe -- ah, mamash, he knew a lot.He would walk around in the markeplace -- whenever somebody boughtsomething which was too heavy to carry, he would bring it to theirhouse. Imaginae, Chanale, Sunday morning, in the markeplace, wasbuying 10 pounds of potatoes -- it's a little bit heavy.  Shesays, hey, Hatzkele -- can you -- carry it -- for me.  AndChatzkele would pick up the 10 pounds of potatoes, and he wouldsay to Chana-le, forgive me for asking, but -- do you thinkthere'll be some potatotes left -- l'kovid shabbos.  ?And then?she would say -- maybe just to do Chatzkele a favor -- 10 poundsof potatotes is a lot of potatoes -- I'm sure there'll be someleft for shabbos.  And then Chatzkele would begin to glow.  Hewould lift up the potatoes -- to heaven -- no, much higher.  Andhe would start singing -- and join me wherever you are -- 
{Singing:} L'kovid shabbos, l'kovid shabbos. 
All of you sing loud with me, and don't forget it for one second:
{Singing: L'kovid shabbos}  
{C300}
That's all there is to yiddishkeit.  L'kovid shabbos.  Neshoma-leand Dari, do you hear this.  L'kovid shabbos.  ?Let us say? GoodShabbos. 
	You could see, he's in Paradise, when he was singing.  Hewould ask Monday, Tuesday -- Wednesday he didn't even ask, because Wednesday -- whatever you do is for shabbos.
	But his day was Friday.  The whole marketplace was resounding-- Hatzkele -- carrying the apples the potatoes, the onions, toall the Jewish homes, and singing -- {Singng:} L'kovid shabbos -- 
	So Reb Bernish writes:  This was my sign.  Reb ShlomoLikshanever comes for shabbos, and after -- after the prayers,after davening -- everybody says Good Shabbos -- this will be mysign -- If he says Good Shabbos to Chatzkele l'kovid Shabbos liketo everybody else -- ______ -- he is not my Rebbe.  But if hestops by Hatzkele and he pays special attention to him -- thenhe's my Rebbe.                         

	Ok, friends, what can I tell you:  The davening with [or:Reb] Shlomo Likshanever -- the dancing by B'sholem [at theconclusion of  Lcha Dodi] -- it was so beautiful, it was so holy. This one shabbos could make a Jew out of you forever. 
	After the prayers [are  ] over, everybody says Good Shabbos - only two people did not say Good Shabbos -- I -- I was waitingfor Chatzkele -- and Chatzkele -- nebbuch -- was so accustomed toabuse(?) -- he thought, most probably the Rebbe won't even shakemy hand.
	Suddenly Reb Shlomo Likshanever turns around, and he motionsto both of us; he says -- My sweetest friends, I would like to sayGood Shabbos to you.  I -- lined up right away behind Chatzkele --and he walked up to the holy Likshanaver.  The heilige Likshanever is holding out his holy hand -- and Chatzkele --reluctantly, bashfully -- gives him his hand.  And the holyLikshaver -- closes his holy eyes -- and he says, My friend, whatis your name.  And he says:  Chatzkele.  He says:  do you have --maybe -- another name also -- and very bashfully he says:  Peoplecall me -- Chatzkele l'kovid Shabbos -- And the holy Likshanever - holy tears running out from his holy eyes -- he says, Chatzkele,what an honor -- I envy you for your name -- people call youChatzkele l'kovid Shabbos -- what an honor, what an honor --Chatzkele, tell me, who are you. 

	And Chatzkele says -- while the Rebbe is still holding hishand -- I grew up on the street, I never seen my parents, I'm verystrong, so I'm a porter, I'm a trager.  I have a wife andchildren, and all I know -- a little bit how to pray -- and torecite the psalms.   
	The heilige Likshanever says:  Chatzkele l'kovid Shabbos --tell me, when you carry something, and you sing l'kovid shabbos --l'kovid the heilige shabbos -- what are you thinking about.  AndChatzkele began to cry -- and his hand was holding on so tight tothe Rebbe's hand -- and this was what he said:
{C400}:  Heilige Rebbe -- {Singing:} I know the beginning -- but Idon't know the end -- I know:  The Beginning, G_d created theworld -- I know of our holy father Avraham Yitzhak Yakov (AbrahamIssac Jacob), I know of the 12 tribes -- I know, I know, I know,we built the Holy Temple in Yerushelayim -- but Rabbi, I don'tknow the end, I don't know the end.  When will G_d rebuild again - the Holy Temple --- when will we all go back -- to Yerushelayim,our [or: the] holy City -- and I'm singing:  L'kovid shabbos --let it be soon -- l'kovid shabbos -- let it be today -- 
	Can't [or: couldn't] you see the tears -- tears of Chatzkele-- the tears of my holy Rebbe, Reb Shlomo Likshanever -- and RebShlomo Likshanever says:  Chatzkele l'kovid Shabbos -- if everyJew would only know, that everything which happens to us, is onlyl'kovid Shabbos -- the great Shabbos, the great Shabbos, would beso near.   L'kovid Shabbos.  

	So Reb Herschel says:  One day after Reb Shlomo Lekshaneverleft Oishbitzin, Hatzkele disappeared.  It was clear to me, mostprobably he went with my holy Rebbe, but I never seen him. Ibecame the follower of Reb Shlomo Lekshanever, and then after manyyears I had the privilege of becoming his successor -- to becomethe Rebbe in Oishbitzen.  Could never forget Chatzkela.
	And I was still looking for him.
	One day, one day, many years later -- came to a little shetlele, far away, far away -- and suddenly -- I could hear their [or:the ] heavenly music -- music from Paradise.
{Singing:  L'kovid shabbos} 
All of you join me -- especially my children, Neshoma-le and Dari: sing loud:  {L'kovid Shabbos}
I looked at Chatzkala.  And suddenly it was clear to me -- whenReb Shlomo Likshanever came to Oishbitzin -- he took me as hispupil, and I was privileged to become a Rebbe -- but Chatzkelel'kovid Shabbos -- you know what he did with him -- {C500} hebecame a Laned-Vav Tzadik -- he become one of 36 holy [or: hidden]  people -- hah, who else could be a Lamed-Vav Tzadik -- if notHatzkele l'kovid Shabbos.
	Join me one more time:  L'kovid Shabbos.

	You know my beautiful friends:  The holy Reb ?Perner? in [or:of] B'nai B'rak -- of blessed memory -- he just passed away a fewyears ago -- he always told his wife, and the people who were inthe kitchen -- please don't forget -- when you cook for shabbos,you have to say constantly, l'kovid shabbos, l'kovid shabbos.
	One Friday night, the holy Reb Berner -- refused to eat thesoup -- and people ran into the kitchen, to the Rebbitzen -- theysay, G_d forbid, did something happen to the soup, that the Rebbedoesn't want to eat it -- 
	Ah, the Rebbitzen smiled.  She says, I knew what happened. Wetook a woman in, a new cook, and I forgot to tell her, to sayl'kovid shabbos while she was making the soup -- so the Rebbewon't eat it.   

	I bless you friends:  Not only your food should be l'kovidshabbos, all your life should be l'kovid shabbos. 
	{514} [About 31 minutes] 
END TAPE: {574} [About 34 minutes ]

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APPENDIX:  ANOTHER VERISON OF CHATZKELE LKOVID SHABBOS:
Copied from =sh_m7000

STORY:  CHATZKELE L'KOVOD SHABBOS, Transcribed from commericalTape Menora 7000, copyright 1988 by same.
COMMENT:  The narration is completely clear, so I guess it wasdone in a studio.  The first paragraph seems to have been from thelive performance.

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This is Chatzkele L'Kovod Shabbos; it is an interestingversion because the introduction sets it from a book by RebBer Shelosh(?) of AUSHBITIZIN, about 150 years ago,recounting how he came to take Reb SHLOMO LECHSHONOVER ?? AShis teacher.  
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I think Yael retold this story, but without much of thatsetting; but I've not checked that.
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I am, of course, trying to demonstrate how much islost by even the minimal popularization  ofAaronsom Publications.

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STORY:  CHATZKELE L'KOVOD SHABBOS, Transcribed from commericalTape Menora 7000, copyright 1988 by same.
TOPICS:  Shabbos
Text:  Book by REB ??BAER SHELOSH?? OSHBITZINER            
REB SHLOMO LECHSHANOVER,

{Chanted:}
You know, my beautiful friends:
Shabbos is not only on Shabbos.  A real Jew, an emese Yid, cannotlive without Shabbos even for one minute.  So whatever you do,this is l'kovod Shabbos.  L'kovod Shabbos.
		
Listen to me my beautiful friends.  I mean open your heartsfriends.  Just _____ listen.               

The heilige REB ??BAER SHELOSH OSHBITZINER -- and you know mybeautiful friends, sadly enough, Auchwitz -- it's such a very deep-- such a "bad taste in our mouth" {to use any words, for no wordscan be adequate} -- but -- Oshbitzin -- was actually {Yiddish nameof what is known in Polish as?} Auchwitz -- and Oshbitzin was --such a holy beautiful hassidische city -- and about 150 years ago,the Rebbe of the city was REB ??BAER SHELOSH?? OSHBTIZINER .  Andhe writes in the forward to his holy book 
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{WHAT IS THE TITLE, AND PUBLICATION?}:
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He writes:

	"When I was 17, I wanted so much to find my Rebbe, my soulmaster.  The one person who'd connect me to the deepest depth ofmy heart.  To the deepest depth of my soul.  Someone who shows methe way to the highest place in heaven.
	I went to all the big Rebbes.  I didn't find what I waslooking for.  Then one day I was told, Next Shabbos, REB SHLOMOLECHSHANOVER, was one of the greatest Rebbes at that time, iscoming to the city.
	My heart told me, that he is my Rebbe.  But just to be veryvery sure, I decided to make myself a sign.  So this was my sign.

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	You know my friends, in those days, who didn't keep Shabbos,who didn't go three times a day to the synagogue.  So everyone wassweet and cute and holy and everything.  But there was one Jew. He was a porter, a traiger.  His name was Hatzkele.  He was a verystrong person.  And he would stand in the marketplace.  Andimagine, Hanne-leh is buying on Sunday 20 pound potatoes, but shecannot carry them, so she says, Oh Hatzkele, could you pleasecarry 20 pounds potatoes to my house?  
	Then Hatzkele would say to her:  20 pounds potatoes:  tell methe truth, Hannah-leh, do you think maybe some potatoes would beleft -- l'kovod Shabbos -- in honor of Shabbos.  
	And maybe for real, and maybe just to do Hatzkele a favor,she would say, 
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{sounding like one of the compassionate women of Moshav MeorModi'in, showing kindness and respect to a poor wayfaringstranger} 
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	"Oh, Hatzekele, I'm sure there will be a lot of potatoes leftfor Shabbos."
	Hatzkele would begin to glow.  He would lift up the potatoesto high heaven.  And he would start singing (and all of you joinme)
	"L'kovod Shabbos"  {Tune as in "Good Shabbos" Za#1}
 	
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday he would ask; Wednesday he wouldn't evenask, Thursday he wouldn't ask, 
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{ COMMENT (sa):  From the Jlem Star version, it isapparent that 'he wouldn't even ask' because from the4th day (Wednesday) on, it is assumed that what once isdoing in is preparation for Shabat, hence to say'l'kovid shabbos' would be superfluous.  But it seems tome, by the Psalm for the Day, that preparation forShabbat begins only on the 5th day (Thursday). }


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but -- his day was Friday.  He would run all over the marketplace,carrying heavy burdens, and he would sing the whole time, L'kovodShabbos.  So the people of the city would call him, HatzkeleL'Kovod Shabbos.
	But sadly enough, the way the people would call him was like 
making fun of him, thinking of him as a half-idiot. 
	But Reb BAERSH?? writes:
I knew inside of my heart that there's one real Jew in Oshbitzin,it's Hatzkele L'kovod Shabbos.  So this was my sign.  When RebShlomo Lechshanover comes to the city, when he would say GoodShabbos to everyone, I would see how he greets Hatzkele L'kovodShabbos.  If he passes him by, then he's not my Rebbe; but hestops, and gives him a very special honor, then he's my Rebbe.
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So Friday night, I don't have to tell you friends, it was sobeautiful, the dancing, l'kovod Shabbos, Bo'i b'shalom 
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{portion in Kabbalat Shabbat, in L'cha dodi, when thecongregation turns to greet the Shabbot, just as thestars have started to come in}
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was so deep, so holy, they were all in paradise.
	Everyone said Gut Shabbos to REB SHLOMO LECHSHANOVER, but twopeople:  I -- I was waiting for Hatzkele -- and Hatzkele L'kovodShabbos -- he was accustomed to so much abuse, he was sure theRebbe won't even shake his hand.  
	The Rebbe turns around, and he sees two people did not sayGood Shabbos yet.   So he turns to us and he says, my sweetestfriends, please, I'd like to say Good Shabbos to you.
	I lined up behind Reb Hatzkele, and Hatzkele comes to theRebbe, and the Rebbe's holding the hand, who carries everythingl'kovod Shabbos.  Rebbe closes his eyes, and he says to Hatzkele,what is your name my friend.  He says, my name is Hatzkele.  TheRebbe says, do you have one more name?  And Hatzkele's ashamed toadmit it, but he says Rebbe, I'm a little bit ashamed to tell you,but people call me jokingly, Hatzkele L'kovod Shabbos.
	The Rebbe's eyes filled with tears.  He's still holdingHatzkele's hand.  He says, I envy you -- what a name you have --Hatzkele L'kovod Shabbos .
	The Rebbe was still holding his hand.  He says, Hatzkele, who are you?  
	He says, Rebbe, it should never happen to any child in theworld, I've never seen my parents.  I grew up on the street.  Lateat night I come to the synagogue and I'm asking people, teach mesomething, so I know how to pray.  I know how to recite thepsalms, but that's all I know.  I have a wife and children.  
	The Rebbe was still holding his hand.   He says:  HatzkeleL'kovod Shabbos, tell me, what are you thinking about when yousing "L'kovod Shabbos". 
	And this is what Hatzkele said:  My holy Rebbe, my holymaster, I'm ashamed to tell you, but if you ask me, I have to tellyou.  Do you know what I'm thinking about when I carry l'kovodShabbos?  I say:  Master of the World, Robbenu shel Olam, Masterof the World, -- I know the beginning, but I don't know the end. I know the Beginning -- G_d created the world -- and there wasAbraham Issac and Jacob.  I know we has 12 tribes.  I know G_dtook us to the holy land.  And we built the holy Temple.  But Idon't know the end.  I know the holy Temple was destroyed, we weredriven out from the holy land, I don't know the end.  When willG_d take us back.  When will we go again to Yerushelayim, whenwill we sing again in the holy Temple, l'kovod Shabbos.
	The Rebbe couldn't hold back any more.  The heilige RebShlomo Lechshanover ____ sobbing.  He says, Hatzekele, if everyJew would only know, that everything we're doing in our life isl'kovod Shabbos, the end {ie the Messianic kingdom} would be sonear.                                               

	So Reb HERSCHEL?? writes:  after Reb Shlomo Lechshanoverleft, Hatzkele l'kovod Shabbos disappeared.  I became a hossid ofReb Shlomo Lechshanover, and for years years years I would learnby him.  I would be there on Yomtov, on Shabbos, but I never sawHatzkele l'kovod Shabbos again.  Until one day -- Reb ShlomoLechshnover had left the world already -- and I was the Rebbe in - Oshbitzin -- .
	I came to a little village, I walked in the marketplace, andsuddenly I hear, the deepest of the depths, the holy of theholiest -- "L'kovod Shabbos".      
	But by now I'd learned so much from my holy Master.  I lookedat Hatzkele l'kovod Shabbos and I came to the deepest realization. Maybe my holy master, my heilige Rebbe, made a hossid out of me,but out of Hatzkele L'kovod Shabbos he made a Lamed-Vov Zaddik. He appointed him to be one of the 36 holy hidden people 
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who hold up the world.  
	So this is l'kovod Hatzkele, l'kovod you, l'kovod me. L'kovod the {Messianic Kingdom at the } end, let it be so near. L'kovod Shabbos.
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This is all week long.  Especially Friday.  ____ ?But? about thelast few minutes before shabbos -- is so deep and so exalted. It's a little bit like Yom Kippur -- it's a little bit like Sukkosand Simchas Torah.  Also like Shavuos -- on Shabbos I receive theTorah again.  

But this is what I want to share with you.

The heilige Reb Shlomo LEBONOVER -- when he was only a young man,maybe -- 16 or 17 years old, ?but? [or:  and '  maybe even younger-- went to Lizhensk - to the grave of the holy Rebbe Elimelech 

[REF:  Rabbi Elimelech of Lizhensk, 1717-1787 ]

who had passed away maybe 90 years before Reb Shlomo-le came tovisit Lizhensk.  So Reb Shlomo LEBONOVER came to Lizhensk -- he'sasking -- is there anybody still alive who saw the holy RebbeElimelech -- and they tell him, Yes, there is an old woman here. She's 97 years old.  And when she was 9 years old, she was adishwasher -- in the house of Rebbe Elimelch.

Ah, this is unbelieveable.  He says, would it be possible to seeher.  And the hasidim are saying, Gvalt, for a grandson of theholy SANZER, everything is possible.  Reb Shlomo-le said to her: my dear bube, my dear sweetest lady, forgive me for bringing youhere, but I want so much to hear.  Tell me anything about RebRebbe Elimelech.  
	She says, you know, I'm an OLD woman.  My memory is not sogood any more.  I don't really remember so much. 
	And Reb Shlome says -- I can't believe it.  About RebElimelech -- the holy of holiest.   Tell me anything.  Even oneword.  One moment of his life.
	She began smiling to herself, and she says, You know, Therewas one thing which I could never forget. You know we, the peoplein the kitchen -- you know, maybe there were hundreds of peopleevery Shabbos -- so was a big staff in the kitchen -- and sadlyenough we did not treat each other so good; maybe a little roughsometimes.  So Friday a few minutes before Shabbos -- the heiligeRebbe Elimelech -- the holy of holiest, the sweetest of the sweet-- would come to the kitchen.  And he would stand by the door of the kitchen, and this is what he would say:   
	My precious chldren, my sweetest friends:  Maybe I hurt yourfeelings during the week.  Maybe I didn't treat you with enoughrespect.  Maybe I did something wrong to you.  I'm begging you,forgive me.   Because how could I enter shabbos if I hurt one ofyou -- one of you precious young people.
	He would cry bitter tears.  And he would walk up to each oneof us, and say, please, forgive me, I promise, I promise, nextweek I'll treat you better.  
	But then we -- REALLY didn't treat each other so good.  Webegan crying, begging each other for forgiveness. 
	And she said to Reb Shlomo-le:  You think you know what YomKippur is -- if you weren't in the kitchen of Rebbe Elimelechbefore shabbos -- you've never seen Yom Kippur.
	But after he came out from the kitchen, the heilige RebbeElimelech would go into his dining room, and there was theRebbetzin and the children .  The heilige Rebbe Elimelech wouldsay again to his children:  My sweetest holiest children -- youare the greatest gift G_d gave me -- {singing:} forgive me,forgive me -- forgive me if I didn't treat you good enough --forgive me if I hurt your feelings -- forgive me if I didn't takecare of you the way G_d wants me to take care of you.  And heasked every  one of his children, with so much tears with so muchlove -- and the children -- gvalt, there is no Yom Kippur in theworld who could describe the way Rebbe Elimelech asked hischildren for forgiveness. 

	But then he walked up to his holy Rebbitzin -- becauseeverybody knows on Friday before Shabbos Adam and Eve have to fixeverything which happened between them on the first Friday, aboutthe Tree of Knowlege and Tree of Life.  So the Reb Rebbe Elimelechwould walk up to his Rebbetzin -- and he would ask her forforgiveness, and he would say:  my holy wife, holy mother of mychildren, I'm begging you, I'm crying before you, forgive me,forgive me a million times -- if I hurt your feelings, if I didn'ttreat you the way a princess has to be treated. 
	And gvalt, gvalt, the woman said, I want you to know, thosefew minutes before shabbos, in the house of Rebbe Elimelech, theycarry me forever. 
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And you know friends:  Everyone knows:  bentching licht --kindling the holy lights before shabbos -- is fixing the wholeworld.  When G_d entrusted, to our holy mothers, our holy sisters, to kindle the light of shabbos, and you will ask me -- isn'tshabbos by itself such a great light -- isn't shabbos, like theTalmud says, a torch -- why do you need a little candle.
	But you see: You are asking, with the mind of six-days-ofthe-week.  On shabbos -- yes, shabbos a great light.  But the little candle -- that little fire [or?: light?]  -- is so precious -- so  precious before G_d. 

	So here's the story -- which I would like to share with you.
	Everybody knows:  When our holy mothers kindle lights -- andour holy sisters kindle lights -- that [or: at] one moment, thereis no wall [or? war?] between them and G_d.   There is no wallbetween them and their husband and their chldren. There is no wallbetween them  and all of Israel.  There is no wall between themand the whole world.  At the moment -- it's all _____ ?our?mothers.  And I bless you children -- you should always stand nextto your mother -- when your holy mother's kindling lights.  What amoment, what a moment -- the deepest moment in shabbos.

	And here's the story:

	In Meladnik, 150 years ago, by the holy Meladniker -- theheilige Reb Yisroel of Meladnik -- one of the greatest pupils, oneof the greatest hasidim of Reb Motele Chernobler. 
	You know, sadly enough, today we're livinig in a differentworld.   Sadly enough, so many marriages break up.  So many heartsare broken.  So many windows -- just knocked out.  But in the timeof Reb Meladniker, 150 years ago, it barely happened.
	One day the holy Maledniker is told, that the wife of one ofhis hassidim, {in a tone of hushed shock and disblief} moved backto her parents.                                        
	He was so heartbroken.  He called the woman, and this is whathe said:
	I want you to know -- your husband loves you so much -- he'sup all night in the synagogue, reciting the psalms and praying,that you should come back to him, because he loves you so much. And so I'm begging you, please, please, go back to your husband,who loves you.
	And this is what she said:
	Rebbe-le, let it be clear to you:  I didn't leave my husbandbecause I don't love him -- on the contrary, I love him so much. But G_d didn't bless us yet with children -- and a house withoutchildren, is more destroyed than the holy Temple.  A house withoutlaughter, without crying of children -- it's so lonely, it's soempty. I couldn't bear it any more.   So I went home.  But Rebbe - if you want me to go back to my husband, bless me with children.
	She was a very clever woman.  She says, Rebbe, if you blessme with children, bless me to have a son like you. 

	The holy Moledniker smiled, and he said to her:
	I'll be so happy to bless you to have a son like me, but youhave to promise me something:  if you would be a mother like mymother, then you have chldren like me.
	Let me tell you about my mother:  It should never happen toany child in the world, my father left the world when I was 7. And I had a brother, only 5 years old, and my mother was takingcare of us.   My mother was so good to us.   Gvalt was she sweet,gvalt was she holy, gvalt was she beautiful.
	One morning, she woke up and she said, Yisroi-eke, , meintoire kind, Yisroel-kel, my precious son, please bring me a prayerbook.  I have to pray, but I'm too sick to get out of bed.   Ibrought my mother the prayer-book, and she held it in her holyhands, and this is what she said:
	Master of the world, Tate, suisse, heilige Tante:  I'm sosick, can't even pray.  But Master of the World, you know thetruth:  if I won't take care of my children, there's nobody elsewho will take care of them. So just for the sake of my children --Tate, Suisee, Master of the World -- make me well.
	I swear to you:  She got up:  she was well. 

	One more story about my mother.
	Can you imagine how many tears my mother shed, how manyprayers she offered, when she kindled lights before shabbas.  WhenI was so little ____ tell you:  The only one who prayed more thanmy mother was the High Priest on Yom Kippur, in the holy ofHoliest.
	So one Friday she was crying so much -- and I guess she bentover the candles -- her tears fell on the candle -- and when sheopened her eyes -- it was already shabbos -- and there were nomore [lit] candles -- the tears extinguished the {R. Shlomo seemsto start to say 'world'} -- the fire -- and my mother said:
	Master of the World -- heilige Tate in Himmel -- I can't livewithout the light of Shabbos -- Master of the World, how can Ihave shabbos without my shabbos-dike licht -- but it's alreadyshabbos -- so I'm begging YOU, Master of the World -- please YOU - You Master of the World -- rekindle my lights -- rekindle mylights -- rekindle my shabbos-dike licht.

	The Moledniker says:  I swear to you:  I saw a light comingfrom Heaven, rekindling the light of shabbos.

{Comment (sa):  Shucks.  What I needed to know is, what to do whenone doesn't kindle lights in time. }

Good shabbos, good shabbos. 
{Niggun:  Lcha dodi}

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Let me share with you a story which happened to my family:

A relative of my grandfather, in Halberstadt, a Jew by the nameMr. Hirsch, was dealing with copper, had a good business.  1871there was a War between Germany and France [the Franco-PrussianWar ].  It broke out on Shabbos.   Shabbos morning he receives atelegram.  Didn't open it.  Every hour he receives anothertelegram.   But only after havdalah he opened all the telgrams.  And this is what the telegram said:  The German government needscopper, and would like to buy from you copper, so and so muchcopper, we offer you 10,000 marks.   But since he didn't answer,because it was shabbos, the next telegram says, we offer you 20[thousand].   By the end of the shabbos, the German government wasso desperate, they offered him 150,000.   He opened all thetelegrams.  Sunday morning he went -- wherever it was -- to thestation -- he had to contact -- he told them, I tell you thetruth, I did not not-answer because I did not like the price,  Iwould have sold it to you for 10,000; I just didn't open thetelegram because it was shabbos.  But I'll sell it to you for10,000.
	They couldn't believe how honest a person is.  They went allthe way to the German Kaiser, who asked my great-great uncle tocome before him -- and the German Kaiser said to him, I never metan honest person like you -- I guess when you keep shabbos,shabbos makes an honest person out of you.  But first of all, hesays, let me have the privilege of paying you 150,000.  Becauseyou deserve it, we decided to give it to you.  But above all, wewould like to make you a Baron.  
	Everyone knows; everyone heard of Baron Hirsch.

	Friends, I would want you to know:  Shabbos is the greatestgift. Shabbos is the sweetest thing in the world.   A Jew cannotlive without shabbos.  A Jew cannot be a second without shabbos. One second after havdalah I'm already waiting for next shabbos. 

	Friends, I bless you with shabbos -- shabbos, heiligeshabbos. 
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I have two more beautiful shabbos stories for you, friends.  

You know what an assimilated Jew is:  someone who thinks that theworld is stronger than G_d, than yiddishkeit, than the Torah. 
And hopefully, you and I, we know the truth:  When you REALLY wantto do something, the whole world respects you.               

So this is the story:

At the end of the First World War, when Russia lost the War, theyneeded a scapegoat.  Why did they lose the War with Germany.  It'svery simple: because of the Jews.  Speak Yiddish.  Yiddish isGerman.  So all the Jews are German spies.  And they gave over allthe secret of Russia to Germany.  So because of the Jews, theylost the war.                          
	So in all those little shetl-lach where the peasants wereangry ____ they lost the War, they had a little custom, that everyFriday afternoon, they would hang up [sic, I think; but I think,from context, mis-speak, for 'round up'] 10 Jews, and say, thesewere  the 10 spies.                                                 
	And the holy AMSHINOVER, the heilige Amshinover, sentmessengers all over this area, to redeem those people,  because --the police, for 100 rubles, they would let the Jew go. 

	So one of the close hasidim of the holy Amshinover wentFriday morning to a village to redeem 10 Jews who were supposed tobe hanged.  And he was on his way back to Amshinov.  And the wayis through the forest.  And suddenly his wagon broke -- a wheelcame off.  And it's late, before Shabbos.  He was desperate. Suddenly he hears -- Cossacks.  I don't have to tell you friends. the way Cossacks drive a carriage -- crazy.  But the Yid is notafraid.  He places himself in the middle of the way.  So theCossack stops.  He says, dirty Jew, what do you want.   He says,I'm stuck here, in the forest, I have to get to Amshinov beforeshabbos.  I'll be happy to pay you 100 rubles to take me back toAmshinov. 
	And the Cossack says:  I'm not taking a dirty Jew on mycarriage. And he wants the horses to go.
	But this hassidische yid of the Amshinover was a farmer, andhe knew how to handle horses.  He put his hand on the horses, andthey stood quiet. 
	The Cossack says:  Let me tell you something.  I know theJews. And there is nothing they are afraid of more than ofCossacks. But let me ask you these things:  How much are youafraid of shabbos -- how much does shabbos mean to you -- thatbecause of shabbos, {incredulous tone, interrogative} and(?)you're not afraid of Cossacks.                                  
	And then he said:  If shabbos means that much to you, let mehave the privilege of driving you back for free. 
	So he arrived in Amshinov.  That night, he was sitting nextto the Rebbe.  And when he told the Rebbe the story about thecossak(s?) -- somehow somehow I heard the story from the hassidim,and they said to me -- it wasn't clear any more:  Was it really acossack, or was it Elijah the Prophet.
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There's an unbelieveable story.
At the beginning of the 20th century, I think about 1907, 1908,there was a war [the Sino-Soviet War] between Russia and Japan. And sadly enough, so many young Jewish people were drafted. 

And they all came to the Sfas Emes, to the heilige Sfas Emes --the deepest of the deep -- and ask him for his blessing.  And heblessed every one that a miracle should happen, they should nothave to go to the War. 
	There was one young man:  so edel [edel: Ger.: noble,honorable], so gentle, and so holy --  really, it  was not fit tobe [it, it was not fit (kdai) that he should be ] a soldier -- 
	And the Sfas Emes says to him:  Wait a minute.  Goes into hisroom.  Comes back with a book -- a little manual, how to docircumcisions, how to make a bris.  And he says to him, here,learn how to make a bris, and I bless you, even when you go to thearmy, you should come back b'shalom -- peacefully, and with  joy. [From the Travellers' Prayer. ]
	And he begins crying, he says Rebbe, please, bless me Ishouldn't have to go to the War. 
	But -- the Sfas Emes -- ?he went? talking to somebody else. 

	He was drafted.  And he goes to basic training.  And withoutsaying anything bad, all those Russian and Polish peasants,without saying anything bad, they were so dirty, and this officeris so ashamed of them, they don't shine their shoes, they don'ttake care of their rifles -- and then suddenly there is -- like aGeneral comes, to look at the basic training, the soldiers, thenew soldiers, and this officer tells him:  I tell you the truth,I'm not so proud of all the other soldiers, but there's one Jewhere, he's very clean, he looks very beautiful.  
	So he's introduced to the General.  The General says, I wantto talk to you private[ly].
	Goes into his office, takes a pistol in his hand.  And hesays, Is it true, that you only eat kosher food.  He says, Yes. He holds a pistol to his heart, and he says Hey, you are the soldier of the Czar of Russia, and the Czar doesn't want you to behungry, the Czar wants you to eat the foods you can get your handson; so I order you to eat treife food. 
	He says, I'm sorry; I'm a servant of G_d, not of the RussianCzar.
	Walks up and down, in his room.  Then he comes up to himagain, and he says:  I heard you keep Shabbos, is it true.   Hesays {in an agitated tone} he says:  Are you crazy, he says, you asoldier in the army of the Russian Czar, and you keep shabbos, theCzar needs you to work every day.
	And mamash this young man knew, this is the -- test of hislife.   He says, I'm sorry, I'm a soldier of G_d.  He's holdingthe pistol against his heart. 
	Suddenly he smiles and puts down the pistol and he says tohim:  Listen to me.  Nobody knows, but I'm Jewish.  My wife justhad a baby.   I need a mohel.  I'm not religious, but what thing I know.  A mohel ______ shabbos, and eat kosher food.  He says, Ijust wanted to test you:  do you really eat kosher, do you reallykeep shabbos.  But now that I see that you do, I tell you whatI'll do for you.  I'll sign you out from here, I'll say I needyou, I'll take you with me; and after you do the bris, I'll giveyou 7000 ____, I'll give you civillian garments, and you can justrun home.
	Suddenly he remembered, I don't even know how to make a bris.Gvalt, gvalt, I had _______ the Sfas Emes -- he gave him a book --how to do it. 

	You know friends: those Rebbes -- what eyes they had -- whathearts they had -- such a privilege to know.

Good shabbos, good shabbos.
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Dear Flora Gursky

    Thank you for your recent note.  I'm sorry for having doneanything that has caused you aggravation, and beg your pardon.

	I have not, of course, made any changes in the GEDCOM filewhich you sent me; nor have I forwarded it to the DOROT GeneologyProject of Bet Hatfutsot (the Museum of the Diaspora, at Tel AvivUniversity); nor have I posted that information to my homepage.  

	If you will inform me of any errors I have made in anything Ihave written, I will note those errors, and try to distributethose corrections.

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