The shtiebel fits that niche. Less structured than the large congregations, shtieblach offer a built-in community where everybody knows your name, but long-term expectations are low.

Those constitutions […] are now established for best, and not to be mended.

Kaffe is really cooking up a storm here, with polychromatic fireworks in shimmering primaries exploding and rioting all over the canvas.

He is handing her a case, and says: / Good bye Liz! Here’s my daggero’ type likeness! I’d stand treat but I hain’t got the ghost of a red cent left, our uniforms is so very expensive—When I come back from Californy I’ll bring you a whole lot of little golden Jesusses and crosses! I will upon the honor of a soldier! /[…]/ References to “little golden Jesusses and crosses,” occur repeatedly.