{"id":340,"date":"2009-02-17T16:17:50","date_gmt":"2009-02-17T20:17:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.summerofjim.com\/2009\/02\/17\/raisins-almonds\/"},"modified":"2009-02-17T16:17:50","modified_gmt":"2009-02-17T20:17:50","slug":"raisins-almonds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/?p=340","title":{"rendered":"Raisins &#038; Almonds"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>&#8220;Unter yingeles vigele<\/em> <\/p>\n<p><em>Shteyt a klor vise tsigele&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>He closed his eyes.\u00a0 Not for the pain, or to hide from the fear.\u00a0 He closed his eyes so he could better hear her voice.\u00a0 Her gentleness was interwoven into the soft melody of the song, and she alternated between word and soothing hum.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I am with you,&#8221; she said.<\/p>\n<p>Without opening his eyes, he nodded.\u00a0 She tenderly stroked his cheek and forehead.<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;Dos tsigele iz geforn handlen<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Dos vet zine dine baruf&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>That she knew the tune meant much to him&#8230; although he couldn&#8217;t recall ever sharing with her that it was a song his mother had sung to him when he was a child.\u00a0 He took a breath and repositioned his feet under the covers.\u00a0 He thought, &#8220;Many children had that lullaby sung to them&#8230; she heard it, too.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;Rozhinkes mit mandlen<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Shlof-zhe, yingele, shlof&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>No.\u00a0 He was confused.\u00a0 It wasn&#8217;t his <em>mother<\/em>. It was his <em>grandmother<\/em>.\u00a0 She was the one to hold him&#8230; and rock him when he was afraid.\u00a0 In their home, as a child, he had shared a room with his grandmother.\u00a0 It would have been <em>her<\/em> to respond to his disturbed sleep.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I am with you&#8230; rest, rest.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He didn&#8217;t know what the words to the song meant.\u00a0 He never knew&#8230; it was never important.\u00a0 It was the comforting quality of\u00a0her low voice, the rocking and the reassuring strength&#8230; <em>don&#8217;t be afraid, mine yingele.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n<p>How did she know to sing the song?\u00a0 Maybe that is the core of love.\u00a0 It&#8217;s not that you <em>know<\/em>.\u00a0 It&#8217;s that you <em>feel<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>He turned to his left, trying to find a place&#8230; a place away from his fear.\u00a0 &#8220;I am afraid&#8230; thank you for being there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p><em>Under little ones cradle in the night<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Came a new little goat snowy white<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>The goat will go to the market<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>And mother her watch will keep<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>He will bring you back raisins and almonds<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>So sleep my little one, sleep<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Unter yingeles vigele Shteyt a klor vise tsigele&#8221; He closed his eyes.\u00a0 Not for the pain, or to hide from the fear.\u00a0 He closed his eyes so he could better hear her voice.\u00a0 Her gentleness was interwoven into the soft &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/?p=340\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-340","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stories-brief-tales"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/340","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=340"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/340\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=340"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=340"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/summerofjim.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=340"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}