This is dedicated to my late uncle Oscar Moss who told me this story himself. He had a rather bizarre sense of humor. He was married to my dad’s sister (my Aunt Virginia) and is related to Rochelle. So, that’s why she goes by Cuzzin’ Shelley when she signs her name on her posted comments to me.
I like to refer to myself when we’re together as “Not.” For example, “Hello. This is my cousin Rochelle. She’s Jewish, I’m Not.”
But, I’m pretty proud of this little lady because she writes novels like PLEASE SAY KADDISH FOR ME and FROM SILT AND ASHES. So, buy one. Buy both. Buy the third one in the works when it gets done called, AS ONE MUST, ONE CAN. They’re great!
Would I lie to you?
Anyway, she’s the Queen of FF Central and J. Hardy Carroll sent us the pic for today.
Oscar Moss had success in life, his own business, honesty as the day is long, many friends in the Chamber of Commerce (the only, as he put it, “Jew In Goyland.”).
At a Chamber meeting, Charlie Lavator asked him to open the luncheon with a Jewish prayer. Oscar agreed. “I’ll do one in English.”
Charlie announced Oscar at the dais. All bowed their heads. Oscar began.
“Blessed art Thou, O Lord our God, King of the World, who bringeth to us bread from the earth …” He looked around, shook his head. “ … and forgive this ugly bunch for not being Jewish!”
Here’s the real dude right here. Taken from Rochelle’s photo album. He had shortened his last name.