The Saturday before Yom Kippur the left side of my face was killing me and I knew why. In spite of all the brushing, flossing, and regular periodontal visits, I have a problem with my gums. I knew what to do because this has happened to me before—and I knew that Dr. Kobliner had Saturday office hours that week.
We would like to remind our readers that we truly appreciate when they submit their work to share with the community. We are just delighted to publish the poems written by Great Neck poets … and aspiring poets.
If you are a poet, please feel free to share your work with your neighbors. We look forward to hearing from you.
- Wendy Karpel Kreitzman
It was the Sunday after Yom Kippur and the refrigerator was empty. Well, maybe empty is an exaggeration—after all we always buy two week’s worth of food prior to any one day fast. I think it’s the 11th commandment, but don’t quote me.Anyway, there were eight items on our grocery list. We needed eggs, blueberries, Advil, chocolate pudding, cake mix, soap, 10 pounds of Uncle Ben’s rice, and Swiss cheese. I made the fatal mistake of allowing Gail to come with me to the supermarket. I would have bought eight items—well, maybe 10 because I am an impulse shopper. With Gail’s assistance, we managed to hold the damage to $130.71. For two adults, no children.
First, to make it more of an even playing field for candidates, we will will not run columns from the incumbents in the three issues prior to an election.
I was on Jamaica Avenue in Queens yesterday on my way to see a customer who sells roofing and siding products. As I passed 210th Street, I noticed a line of people waiting quietly outside a church. They weren’t waiting to attend services; the line wrapped around the building towards a side door. Many of the women in the line had little rolling wagons that older people often take to local grocery stores to make it easier to carry home their purchases.
While we were on the tail end of the storm that swept through Metropolitan New York last week, it was still an event to be reckoned with. Firefighters from the Vigilants battled a fire on Cedar Drive and Bayview Avenue that stemmed from a gas main that had been under construction and was hit and ignited during the storm. All of the fire departments made flurries of calls and once more crews from the utility companies swarmed over the neighborhoods.
I have been privileged to have worked with two remarkable women: Mary Kasindorf and Jean Kelly. As many Great Neck residents will remember, Mary Kasindorf was for many years the executive director of CLASP (Childrens’ Living After School Program). Under her guidance, CLASP was one of the pioneer programs in New York State, offering after school care for the children of working parents. I was fortunate to serve on the CLASP board of directors as president while CLASP expanded its offerings to include before school care, pre-school care, and summer vacation programs.
- Wendy Karpel Kreitzman
The Sweetest Smell
There was a distinct aroma in my car a few days ago. It was the smell of one of my favorite foods: coleslaw. But that’s just the beginning of the story.
On Sunday, Aug. 29, the Community Synagogue (in Port Washington) held their annual congregational summer barbecue to welcome new members. Naturally, there were hamburgers, hot dogs, veggie burgers, coleslaw, salads of numerous descriptions, chicken fingers, fruit, and cookies for dessert. Needless to say, no one left hungry. Also needless to say, there was a lot of food left over—primarily because you never quite know how many people will attend these functions.
We dedicate this issue of the Great Neck Record to all who lost their lives, to all who gave their lives and to all who suffered a loss.
We will never forget 9/11!
—-Wendy Karpel Kreitzman
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