Link to an article on the Food pages… and general comments


Could write about Bubby all day… okay one more. Here it comes. It’s called Tally’s Spaghetti.

I haven’t done this yet, but if we are using the givakick login we should probably sign off.  Like this:



Buby The Stowaway

This Bubby story just happened just a few weeks ago, but it is sure to become a classic.

When Bubby was at Baycrest recently (a free upgrade from NYGH which was full that night), Amalia and I went to visit her.  Of course, we barely had to mention her name before every single employee on the floor, not to mention some of the other patients and their visitors began to gush about her.  Honestly, I felt like each social worker, pharmacist, and nurse was looking forward to their turn to visit Buby on whatever premise they could come up with.

Although she is grateful for and gracious about the care, the attention, and the hospital food (“Oh, you see? THIS is good food! You see this fish? Delicious!”), There are those lucky ones for whom Bubby reserves her most lavish attention. I was a little (just a bissel) miffed to find myself being introduced to my new cousin; someone Bubby called her  ‘granddaughter’ — a Polish nurse that Bubby had bonded with on the floor.

But that’s not the story.  That’s just context.

When Bubby had been admitted to Baycrest several nights before, she’d been assigned to a room with a Cougher.  The Cougher did her thing all night long and Bubby, who was expecting to recuperate in the hospital as opposed to lose more sleep, decided that this was not a suitable arrangement. So, always the one for practical solutions to simple problems,  she got up, took her pillow and blanket, and found some couch or stretcher to lie down on. There was some panic on the floor in the morning when everyone’s most beloved patient could not be found, but eventually Bubby was found and awakened by a very relieved nurse.

I asked her to show me exactly where it was that she’d located to but she forgot to point it out to me on our subsequent walk around the floor.  A walk that was interrupted every few steps by “Oh Mrs. Wolf, I’ve been meaning to speak to you!” “Mrs Wolf, my favourite patient! How are you today?”

Buby: “Okay, okay, I am okay!”

Buby gave us a tour of the hospital floor.  She showed us all the beautiful artwork on the wall and pointed out her favourites.  I have heard Bubby complain about things. But only things that deserve being complained about.

We were very proud that, of all the patients on the floor that day, Bubby is our Bubby. And I pray to God that I and my kids inherited her genetic longevity and staying power.


Hi everyone.   Thanks for getting things going!  I’m going to make a request for posters to sign off on a picture so we know who posted it and maybe tell us a bit about it, like when it was taken, who was around, the back story…

For example…

This is a picture my sister Mali took of Bubby and Zeidy.  It hangs in my living room.  I think the expression on their faces says it all.  Ironically, Zeidy never liked this photo.  He smacked it when I showed it to him and said “Ugh”.  I don’t think he liked the way he looked here, or maybe it was too mushy.

bubby and zeidy copy

Ich vais nisht.

So here’s how it works.  All the cousins have my email address and password as a sign-in (or log-in or whatever they call it here), which makes you all admins.  You can post AND approve of your own post/picture/page whatever.  If you are having trouble figuring out how to do any of those things, please write to me.

If you just want to comment on someone else’s post/picture/page, you don’t need to go through the motions of signing in.  I will check in every few days to approve the comments.

Just a note…never ever change the privacy settings.

Here’s another Bubby pic.  With Jeddy.  Duh.P1020123

What can go in a Bubbieblog post?

Anything.  Happy things, sad things. thoughtful things.  If you shared a special moment, or she just said something so out of left field that you had to immediately text the incident to another cousin.  You can post about Zeidy too if you like, but I guess only how it relates to Bubby.  If she shared a wartime experience, please post! You can add pictures with a caption or without.  You can write about how you always thought she loved Eva the better because she always brushed her hair nicely and didn’t drop crumbs all over the carpet.  Not fair.  Eva always had nicer Barbies.  What kind of world are we living in?!?!?IMG_0589