by Thea Iberall, PhD
I have a picture of my mother Helene with Heidi Klum, the
blonde supermodel and TV star. We were in Heidi’s trailer on the Warner Bros
lot in Burbank
watching her prep for a commercial shoot. Heidi and her makeup entourage
gathered around my mother who was wearing her “Kiss Me I’m 100” T-shirt. They
wanted to know her secret to aging well. My mom laughed and told Heidi about
the gin-soaked raisins she eats every morning to ward off arthritis. Then she
talked about the raw apple cider vinegar she takes before every meal to
overcome gas. And the walnuts and blueberries and probiotics. The classes and
crossword puzzles. How she plays bridge and Scrabble. And how she set a world
record in swimming when she turned 90 years old.
My mom has lived a life of service, from the Campfire Girls
to the National Council of Jewish Women. She tutored Russian immigrants in
English as a second language. In 1974, at great risk to herself, she smuggled
letters and money to Russian Refusenik Jews in the Soviet Russia. In the middle
of the night, she managed to avoid the KGB and find their homes. She met with
the scientist Alexander Lerner and also a young Natan Sharansky before he was
imprisoned. At one of the apartments she visited, she was asked if she could
speak Yiddish to an elderly Russian woman who had not heard the language in
years. My mother agreed and they woke the woman up. She was thrilled as my
mother asked her where she was from and why she came to Russia in
Yiddish.
On left, Helene Iberall with Heidi Klum; on right, Helene with Natan Sharansky when they remet in 2013 |
My mom died at the age of 102 at personal peace, but not at
peace because of the world. To her, the only life worth living is one steeped
in community and family. "Prejudice is the worst thing in this
world," she told me. Her mantra was, "Dwell on human kindness."
As an Orthodox Jew, this was what Judaism meant to her. She said it to the
young and the old, to everyone she met. She also told them about her secret of
aging well: about the gin-soaked raisins, the raw apple cider vinegar.
About being with the Earth, not against it. And she lived her teshuvah by
asking the same question each day of her life, a question from a Thomas
Carlyle poem that she had memorized in the 4th grade: So
here hath been dawning another blue day. Think wilt thou let it slip useless
away?
Photo by Penni Rubin |
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