362 Eton St.

So many people have wonderful memories of times spent at the house that Lennie, Karen and I grew up in, Grandpa Ralph's and Grandma Anita's house in Englewood NJ.

The house is part of a development built in what used to be part of a forest. There were several models to choose from, and Grandpa made changes to the plan that he and Grandma chose.

Since we moved to the house in 1961, hundreds were hosted, whether overnight for a full shabbat, for individual shabbat meals, for organizational functions such as the Moriah New Mothers' Tea in our Sukkah, or on other occasions.

Each year, we celebrated the house's birthday, February 21, with a house shaped cake.

Now that Grandma and Grandpa are gone, the house will be sold, but the fond memories remain.

Here are some pictures of the house that we found in Grandma and Grandpa's albums.

Debbie and Dov

How we met

My mother passed away after a decades long illness on Erev Shabbat Chol Hamoed Sukkot.

The day that I returned from NJ to Beer Sheva after the funeral and shiva, my back was in bad shape, so I was spending most of my time lying in bed when my cellphone charger stopped working, leaving me feeling rather disconnected from the world.

I managed to post a request on facebook asking for someone in my neighborhood to lend me a charger. Dov and I were facebook friends and live in the same neighborhood, but had neither met face to face nor had any facebook communication.

Dov responded and brought me a charger and we talked a little. Then we met at a cafe and schmoozed for a couple of hours and very soon we found ourselves meeting on a daily basis. The rest, as they say, is history.

So, you might say that my mother, a"h, the cellphone charger and facebook were the shadchanim.

I'm thinking of framing and hanging the cellphone charger.