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Bye love. . .

As our July 4th week comes to a close, we at JWA close the circle on our Celebrate Fiercely Independent Jewish Women call for submissions, which began last week and continues today with an announcement and related blog piece. The announcement: We at JWA enjoyed reading your submissions, and we were particularly moved by the tribute written by Jennifer Steinberg in honor of her grandmother, LTG. We invited Jennifer to write an expanded piece on LTG, which you will find below. We encourage you to read Jennifer's original 150-200 word submission, along with the other fine tributes. Though our country's indepence day has passed, let's continue to keep the FIJW energy and inspiration alive. . . 

When my grandmother died, she left behind a remarkable and quirky legacy that could not be contained in a six-line newspaper death notice. Cherished wife; devoted mother; loving grandmother—all true but not even scratching the surface of who she was to me.

I remember my grandparents’ big house on the hill in Lake Ronkonkoma on Long Island and the toys left over from when my dad and aunt were children on the top floor. I remember my grandmother giving me a bath in the big, claw-footed bathtub. I remember Passover Seders at a long table in the living room, the high point being not her brisket but her annual off-key rendition of “Dayenu. “

When my grandfather retired, he and my grandmother moved from the big house on the hill to a condominium with a golf course. Spending the night meant walks with her to every single playground in the complex and conversations on the patio, peppered with challenges like, “Jennifer, what would you like to talk about? The birds and the bees?” At the time, I found her just a bit scary; she didn’t speak to me or interact with me like the other adults in my life. I realize now that her constant questions came from a genuine curiosity about what I thought. She was not a typical “bubbe” but expressed her love through her interest in my life and ideas.

For my Sweet 16, she and Grandpa offered to take me to whatever Broadway show I wanted--which in 1995 meant The Who’s “Tommy.” I had never taken the LIRR, been in Manhattan, or eaten in a “fancy” restaurant without my parents. We had lunch at an Irish restaurant; Grandma ordered a Guinness and offered me a sip, something I certainly would not have done with my parents, the Lillian equivalent of “Oh, take another cookie.”

By the time my oldest daughter was born, Lillian had already battled breast cancer once. Holding her first great grandchild, she told me she wanted to be there when Dylan graduated from college. It would have been enough if she were there for her bat mitzvah. She lived to see the birth of two more great granddaughters and to watch the video of my oldest daughter “graduating” from preschool.

At her funeral, it took everything I had to get up and speak in front of the assembled, but I wanted to have my say, to tell everyone what I would miss. That list included things like answering machine messages like, “Hello Jennifer. Lillian Grackin calling. Speak to you soon. Bye love,” Wall Street Journal clippings, and her joyful “singing” of “Dayenu.”

When we reached the cemetery, the words to “Amazing Grace” were passed out so that we could all sing together as she requested, and so we sang for her, graveside, at Montefiore Cemetery in Queens, only a few hundred yards from the grave of the Lubavitcher Rebbe. For everything she was and wasn’t, she was a cherished wife; devoted mother; loving grandmother, and if she wanted us singing a traditionally Christian hymn in the most of Jewish of settings, well that was the least we could do.

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Jennifer's profile of Lillian is spot on. Growing up with her right there, I felt she treated us as people--not children. I learned about psychology from her when she took her college course. I learned about not following the crowd and having my own ideas (a strong family trait.) And yes, she did tell us to 'have a sip', take a chance, and see yourself while you were seeing the world!

As Jennifer's mom, I am unbelievably proud of my strong, smart and very talented daughter. As Lillian's daughter-in-law, I can say with certainty that she would be absolutely tickled to know that her granddaughter has fond memories of their times together and even more tickled to be the subject of this wonderful piece of memoir writing. Lillian kept a diary her whole life and on a couple of occasions she even participated in writing workshops at the local library. So this piece would make her very proud of Jennifer on multiple levels, just as she always was proud of all her grandchildren and their many accomplishments. Lillian adored her grandchildren--she always did her best by them and no finer praise can I offer.

The house on the hill was a 2-family residence, and I grew up in the other half. As her niece, and first-born girl in the family, I was the "experiment" for their guidance. LTG and my working mom were my role models, and I was the babysitter when LTG started college. I was 12 years old, and it was my first job. With that money, I paid for my own clarinet, the first of many musical instruments that fill my home even today. A few years ago, LTG and my mom came to me and said, "We need to apologize to you." I wondered what they were talking about. LTG continued, "We didn't do right by you. We didn't give you the support you needed to be all that you might be." I still cry when I think of that. I started Rabbinic school a few months later, and LTG was there for my Ordination two years ago.

z"l your grandmother was truly blessed to have a grand daughter like you- I want to believe she is reading this right now

Lillian Temchin Grackin and Great Granddaughter Dylan
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Lillian Temchin Grackin, with great granddaughter, Dylan.
Courtesy of Jennifer Steinberg.
Lillian Temchin Grackin and her Husband, Herman
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Lillian Temchin Grackin with her husband, Herman.
Courtesy of Jennifer Steinberg.
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Steinberg, Jennifer . "Bye love. . .." 6 July 2012. Jewish Women's Archive. (Viewed on December 15, 2017) <https://jwa.org/blog/bye-love>.

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