If you were to ask my siblings what they remember most about our son Benjamin’s first year of life, their unanimous answer would be his crying. In fact, Ben’s crying was so ever-present that my sister wrote the following ditty, which she would sing as she walked him around the house, trying to calm him:
My name is Benjamin and I like to cry
No one knows why
not even I
My name is Benjamin, my eyes are never dry
OK that’s a lie
but I do like to cry.
Young Families, Singles Flocking to Upper East Side; ‘The Memory Is In Their Taste Buds’: The Lure of Sephardic Food; Safra Synagogue Rabbi’s Growing Empire; Sephardic And Egalitarian at B’nai Jeshurun; Giving Voice to Sephardic Music.