Miracles

Frieda Bassman was a survivor of both the terrible Churban and a difficult life. Brought up in pre-war Europe in a small town high in the Carpathian Mountains, she skillfully wove the lessons that she had learned into her daily life and interactions with others. She didn’t preach these lessons – she lived them. And if she felt a need to share the messages, she did so with a story, a wink, and a cup of coffee (with a slice of chocolate cake).

Her Mameh’s potatoes were a lesson in giving – and living to give. The “Dayan’ke” was also a lesson in giving – and receiving so much more. The lumpen glaizlach were her lesson in doing the right thing when it should be done; and Urtze’s shidduch story was her favorite expression of hashgachah pratis. Her stories attracted people like a magnet, and as she told them, her fascinated listeners discovered that she was her story. Now the captivating account of her extraordinary life can continue to inspire many generations to come.