I am grateful that I have been given
this opportunity to publicly thank Mr. and Mr. Jaspan for all that they have
done for me over the years. To go into
detail would take more time than I have been allotted, so I will just summarize
by saying that they gave me a second home and truly made me feel like part of
the family. I feel fortunate to have developed such a special relationship with
you and I hope that it continues for a long time to come. (Look at the Jaspans)
All through high school I was a
regular guest for Out-Shabboses and Sunday
afternoons. But I wasn’t the only one to frequent the Jaspan home. By the end of high school, Avi was bringing
home 5 or 6 guys every Out-Shabbos. After we graduated, Avi went to Yeshiva in
The following year, Avi came back from
You must be wondering what goes on
over an Out-Shabbos at the Jaspans and why it attracts so many people. So allow me to briefly paint the picture for
you: The Out-Shabbos would begin Thursday evening. We would go to the JCC to play basketball, and
from there we we’d go to the Jaspans.
Knowing that we hadn’t eaten dinner yet, Mrs.
Friday would be a perfect day to take
care of any shopping we needed to do, but we weren’t all going to fit into
Avi’s car, so Mrs. Jaspan would let us use her car as well! Once Avi took his car to
For the Shabbos meals, we would have
to add another table to the already long dining room table. Mrs. Jaspan would bring out dish after dish
and just when we though she was finished, she would bring out a few more. Needless to say, they were all delicious. During the meal a few of us would share
Divrei Torah upon Mr. Jaspan’s request. And Mrs. Jaspan would particularly
enjoy the singing!
Even as the kitchen was being cleaned
up after Shabbos, pizza was heating in the oven and toppings were set up for
Ice Cream Sundaes. Sunday morning we would never go back to Yeshiva before
having our farewell breakfast which included hot chocolate, doughnuts, fresh
fruit, and of course, Mr. Jaspan’s famous chocolate-chip pancakes! The milk and orange juice would be served in
glass pitchers to accommodate the Yeshiva guys who would never tolerate plastic
containers. What ever was left over at
the end of the weekend would be carefully packed up into cardboard boxes which
we would bring back to Yeshiva.
You can now begin to understand what an Out-Shabbos is like
at the Jaspans, however there’s one aspect of it you’ll never understand unless
you’ve experienced it yourself, and that is the warmth and sincerity that comes
along with it all.
I could never portray how when we’d
give Mrs. Jaspan flowers on Friday afternoon, she would thank us in a way that
made it sound like she was getting the better end of the deal. I could never
explain how Mr. Jaspan was able to make the guys feel comfortable driving his
brand new car. And when Mrs. Jaspan
would take a picture of all of us Friday afternoon before we went to Shul I
could never describe the way she seemed to get the same nachos that most people only get from their own children.
(Look at the Jaspans)
The Out-Shabbos was a break from our
daily learning schedule, but all of us who spent Shabbos with you know that
there are lessons we learned that will remain with us forever. We all thank you
deeply and hope that you will continue to give others the “Jaspan experience”
for many years to come.