Reflections

As the Jewish People descend from before the throne of Hashem, I reflected upon wht Rabbi Geisinsky said just a few hours before- that Zlata was still alive- that she would never die. And only now, as I mourn her loss, as the tears stream out of my eyes, I only wish that I had come to the same conclusion he did a long time ago. What he said is true, and it is also the reason why Judaism, Yiddishkeit, will never die. Becuase each loved one, each death, they are sad events, but they also pave the path that we must take in our lives. Zlata always strove to help others at any time, any day. I remember helping her each Shabbat in the kitchen, bringing down plates of salad and chulant, but I couldn't eve understand why I was helping her. Sure, it was respect for elders. Sure, Judaism is all about helping others. But why was I REALLY helping. Only now do I realize that I was helping her because I wanted to BE her. I wanted to mirror her actions, because in her was a holy soul, on a level that people can aspire to all their lives and not reach, yet this woman had it. Whatever it was the made Moshe holy, she had it. What Sarah had, she had. What Rebecca had, she had. What Leah had, she had. She had life in her, and she was radiant in her passion for serving Hashem in any way. But she was taken away. For what reason, only Hashem knows. But what I beliebe Hashem said to me on Yom Kippur was- Zlata isn't here. She did great things. Who's going to do great things now? YOU ARE! Finally, Nachamu, Nachamu Ami! Be comforted, be comforted, My people! As Rabbi Sender said- You want comfort- BE THE COMFORT! Go out and do something. Do something Zlata would have done. Give tzedakah to a poor person instead of just walking by. Go to that mincha and help make a minyan. Do a mitzvah! In doing what Zlata did her whole life, you keep her alive.

Wonderful memories of Zlata

Zlata and Benny did incredible work for the entire Jewish community of Potomac and suburban Maryland.  Zlata was a form of social glue who kept together an increasing, expanding universe filled with new and old friends.  Benny helped me learn halachot taharat mishpacha and Zlata helped my wife and I implement it after our wedding, often with great amusement and merriment at our humored expense.  If there is one aspect of your life that you really don't want others sharing in, that's it, but Zlata made us laugh and take joy in even the challenging things.  We loved her and miss her.  Big bear hugs to Bentzion

Josh First

Harrisburg, PA

Zlata

Twelve years ago I spent a summer in Potomac as a counselor. Although I didn’t get to know Zlata that well, she took great care of us. She arranged our meals and made sure that we had everything that we needed. She had a great sense of humor and always made us feel like family in her home.

 

The thing that I remember most about Zlata, aside from her revolutionary Taco salad, was that she refused to let us call her Mrs. Geisinsky or Rebbetzin and insisted we call her Zlata. Despite the fact that we were 18-year-old “pishers” she was uncomfortable with titles and didn’t think that she was better than anyone else, even though clearly she was.

 

Zlata – you will be sorely missed.

 

Sruli

In 1995 I spent the summer as a counselor in CGI of Potomac.  It was an amazing time, but eventhough I was young and carefree I remember noticing with awe the love and attention Zlata paid her family.  Even after a long day, she had energy and focused attention for her kids and she was fully present and enjoying them.  Her kids were still very young and yet you could tell that was where she wanted to be. 
 
There was a dinner rotation each night, but she always welcomed us wholeheartedly and offered us whatever food she had on hand. It seemed like she was always at the counter cutting vegetables.
 
Sometimes after camp we would come and hang out together in the dining room exhausted and hot, but drawn to her magnetic warmth and she would knead our shoulders and ask us about our day.  I remember her pointing out differant things here and there and telling us how Benny bought her a present every month for the first year of her marriage and how nice it was for her.  When I graduated high school and my parents took me to buy a gift, I chose a thinner version of the necklace she wore all the time.  I remember holding it in the store downtown debating if it was really my taste or if I was attracted to it because of the warm memories it brought up. 
 
Sometimes she would say "let's go" and we would go along on errands and just chill.  Once we were out together and she pointed out some pencil boxes and offered to personalize them for our siblings as coming home gifts.  We were quite a large group and we all sat around as she decorated those boxes for us in paint markers (flowers for the girls and stars for the boys).
 
As a mother now b"H, I tell my kids stories of my adventures away at differant camps as a girl.  They know that summer in Maryland was my favorite one. I know now it's not just because of the group of girls that clicked well or the hillarious head counselor and her crazy adventures and the fun excursions we went on.  I realize that summer contributed to my personal aspirations as a family-person and mother.
 
Zlata's neice was a counselor with us that summer and it struck me even then how positively Zlata spoke of her extended family.  She was excited a married neice was coming soon with her new baby for a visit, oy so and so is having a hard time, wondering how this one was doing, delighted for that one for whatever reason...laughing and happy for them; wishing eveyone well.
 
The way she made her children a priority was inspiring.  Eventhough they were young and she must have been tired she seemed so content around her kids. Like that was exactly where she wanted to be.  When a package of new clothes came for Aidie she was so excited and had her try everything on giving feedback like a friend and stroking her hair whispering to us how beautiful her daughter is. Same on Friday nights.  She would listen to Sendy sing at the table and kvell to us in the kitchen.  Her twins were very small and she was constantly smushing them and kissing them telling us how she herself adored her own twin and what a gift it was. I remember her kind of pinching our arms telling us what a good girl "my" Rochie is. 
 
As a busy mom myself b"H I think back on this and try to remind myself to revel in the moment with my kids and really enjoy them.  To get off the phone and stop trying to rush out with a friend whenever I have a free moment and to just relax and hang with my kids fully. So they feel as important and adored as they are. Obviously I love my family to pieces, but I want them to know it to the core like her kids do. 
 
 

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Zlata

     When I think Zlata, I think sunshine, light, warmth.

When I think Zlata, I think life, laughter, caring.

When I think Zlata, I think kindness, wisdom, beauty, fun.

Zlata was a generous giver-she cared, she made you feel special.

 I was truly privileged and happy to have had Zlata in my life – it made it richer.

I will never forget seeing Zlata at my father’s funeral. It was bitterly cold and snowing ,

the roads unsafe, but she came to support me, and I felt warm.

After I left Hebrew Academy, I was ill. Zlata called me and with genuine concern interrogated me

about each symptom, and comforted me greatly.

For me Zlata will always be alive. I will always remember her smiling, singing along with radio “ Unforgettable…”

with gusto, sweeping through the classroom, laughing with the children and teachers, adjusting her hair, delightedly kissing baby Moishe,

 just bursting with life and energy.

I love you, Zlata!

 

Sofya.

 

 

 

We belong to Chabad in California now.  When we heard of Zlatas passing we were very shocked and in disbelief.   We remember we used to go to Chabad of Rockville and Bethesda.  Zlata was always a welcoming, kind, and gracious lady.  We are very sorry and we send our deepest sympathy to Rabbi Geisinsky and all the family.   The Solomons

Moach Shalet al haLev

Moach Shalet al haLev-Zlata lived this.
She was simply an unusual woman-
Individuals like her do not come around every day.

May G-D grant the family strength, courage, wisdom, and comfort.

There are so many who cry with you from this tragedy....

We are so so so blessed to have had her here on this world, and even more so to have known her, even a bit....

G-D-Please bring the Moshiach NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ad Matai????????????

Much much love

Shabbos Dinners

A couple of years ago, my good friend Moishe invited me over to his house for Shabbos. As I walked in the door, I realized that I had forgotten to mention to his mother that I was a vegetarian. I sheepishly went up to her and told her, and apologized for not letting her know earlier. She's said "Oh, that's fine. Here, come, I'll make you something. What do you want?" I was shocked by her kindness and readiness to make a whole other meal for another person. I spent many Shabbas nights at their house. Every night she would take the time to make me a little something.

 

It made me feel happy knowing that there are people in the world so ready and able to do things for others on short notice. Rebbetzin Geisinsky was one of these people.

 

Levi

Our dear Zlata

   The suddenness and tragic loss of our dear Zlata still has not fully penetrated through the depths of my  sadness. Although she was not present at our pre-school graduation, every note, of every song sung brought her light and countenance into view. For all of her years at the MJBHA, I worked with her as her "music specialist".
The graduation each year was her crowning glory to make sure that each graduate shined. And shine they did!  Years ago, she would even record the students voices as she showed pictures of them enjoying a day in preschool. That was before computers and power-point! She was ahead of the times with her creativity!
    Zlata's birthday lunches for teachers were legendary.  Her generous spirit and the delicious food were all in evidence at these monthly gatherings.  Her recipes were always wonderful, and I still make many of her recipes. Always being told that they were "so easy"!
But what has stayed with me, were her words of wisdom at one of these gatherings.  She told the birthday "girl" to "take on" something special for that day.  Maybe give a little more tzedakah or maybe do a small "chesed".  Nothing major, but just a gesture of thankfulness to Hashem to be celebrating another year.
Since then, I have valued her words, and do "just a little" to make the birthday meaningful. And I have passed her insight along to others. 
     The halls, classrooms, and gatherings will be different, but her warmth, glow, and spirit will remain in each of our hearts.  "Morah Judy"

My memories

In my brief time knowing Zlata, I felt above all her warmth.  We are neighbors to Chabad Bethesda, and would on occasion show up for services, or for the women’s events, or simply stick our heads in while on a walk around the neighborhood. Me and my family were always warmly welcomed, invited in, and even fed.  The house was always warm with Zlata’s spirit, as well as her wonderful cooking. We were welcomed into her life and her family’s life, invited to simchas, weddings, a bris, a kiddish, a learning opportunity.  Zlata exuded warm and hospitality. I see it mirrored in her children (those I have come to know).  She bestowed this blessing of warmth and hospitality on so many of us. I am glad to have experienced it, and my mitza to honor Zlata will be to be as warm and hospitable to those around me and ensure that people of all ilks feel welcome around me.

 

- Shelley

 

 

The friend

Craisins. I've made jokes about them and I first had them in Zlata's broccoli
salad 9 or 10 years ago. The table was filled with guests of ages ranging from
2-70. Zlata made you feel as if you were the most important guest and at the
same time a family member. For real. To make her laugh was a huge treat for
Akiva and I. I forfeited our interest in being seen as Baal Tshuvah's who could
pass for ffb's but that was long ago, and frankly Akiva never cared. To see that
beautiful lipsticked mouth smile and then laugh and the shoulders shake was a
huge delight beyond the desserts and the deep brochos given to us by Moshe after
our wedding for long life , many kids, and grandfatherly wishes from a 3 year
old.Zlata got a kick out of her assistant shluchim who were in her family .
Akiva once walked 11 miles with Rabbi G. back from the Bethesda shul and we ate
and then ate again at midnight.

When Zlata was 40 she told me she was too tired fro a new shlichus but "Benny
wants it.' Too tired? I had the same experience in the basement of the first
shul in Bethesda- elegant, fun, a ton of work by the family and warmth and more
warmth which could cure and inspire and force goodness without a iota of
agression ever. Zlata made you feel as loved as a four year old, respected as an
expert on what you were conversing with her about, and humble. A female Aaron ha
Kohein?  A woman of such goodness and chassishidhkeit, I always wanted to be
better and do more after time with her. She had no "projects' she had human
friends who became her family.

Walking around Trader Joe's kvelling over the new shul after Aidie's engagement
was to see a queen in a market. Here's the deal. She was a queen who could
sweep. Accessible and royal and sweet and adorable and immensely cute.

When we saw Mendy in Florida, we couldn't wait to call Zlata and give her nachas
right away; she adored hearing of her children's successes in reaching others.

There is a family in L.A. of 10 kids; none liked school except for the youngest
who had Aidy as her teacher. This thrilled Zlata.

Today I sponsored "One Minute of Torah" in her memory as I did the first week of
shiva. Money has been given to a food bank twice and a scholarship donation has
been made in her name for next year for a child to get a jewish education. There
will be more.

The day of her passing a doctor who has just gotten a fellowship at John's
Hopkins called to tell me she knew I loved Zlata so she had to call. While a
resident, she often worked in emergency Pediatrics until the wee hours of the
night. Who took her to the mikveh? Zlata.

I keep saying "Zlata" out loud when I want to avoid saying something which will
not bring peace. so far a C-. I'll aim for better.

Broccoli salad, duty before preference, an understanding of pettiness and no
time for it. An available sister even though she had plenty of family. You could
be included. We are included. And your family is loved. So loved.

Zlata

B"H

אשת חיל מי ימצא? הרב גזינסקי מצא.

A woman of valor who will find? Rabbi Geisinsky found her, he found Zlata and very sadly lost her.

 

The loss is painful. Zlata is a loss to her husband, her children, and her family. She will be missed by her students, teachers, friends and the whole community. We all grieve and mourn her.  It is difficult to cope with the loss, but we have to do it.  Zlata did not want anybody worrying and being concerned about her during her life, and I am sure that she would not have wanted people to be devastated by her death. We can celebrate her life by sharing memories of her short, and yet full life.

 

I first met Zlata, after my father passed away, and I came to Chabad to say Kaddish. Rabbi Geisinsky and his wife Zlaza welcomed me with open arms. They showed great interest in my deceased father, and made me feel good by telling me that my father who passed away on "Kaf B'av" which in Hebrew is כאב and means pain, died on the same day that an important Chabad Rabbi died. I don't know why, but this eased my pain. The thought that my father is being in good company, comforted me.

 

I continued coming to Chabad because I felt comfortable there. It felt like being at home. I got attached to the Geisinsky family. I built a special bond with Zlata. We had a lot in common, both being involved in early childhood education. She always showed interest in the wellbeing of my family, and was excited to hear about my twin grandchildren, telling me that she is a twin herself. We would talk about our children, grandchildren, and the children we educate in school. I was honored when she invited me to her daughter's wedding. It was a pleasure watching her at the wedding, pouring her love towards her daughter, along with giving attention to every guest that was there.

 

Zlata was a great cook. I was always looking forwards to Shabbat with the Geisinskys. I loved the  "cholent" she made. It reminded me of home. It reminded me of my mother's excellent cooking. When we came on Shabbat to the synagogue, Rabbi Geisinsky would say jokingly: Are you here for my part of the service or Zlata's? Well, it was a pleasure to combine the spiritual with the culinary.

 

Zlata was a good listener. She always wanted to know what ails you, but she did not talk about the things that ail her. She always cared about others. She was worried about her parents, family, and friends, but she did not divulge to others the pain that she was afflicted with. She did not want to become a burden to anyone. She always gave attention to others, and was touched by any attention that was given to her, as small as it was. Last year, I enjoyed celebrating her birthday with her.

 

Zlata has been a real "Eshet Chayil" that will me missed by all. She left many memories to many people. We will always remember her fondly.

 

Coming to the the Chabad synagogue is not going to be the same without her.

 

 

While I, Varda Cohen, have known Zlata for a relatively short time, her impact on my life will last forever.

 

There is very little doubt in my mind that when Zlata got up there, the Rebbe was waiting to welcome her.

 

And while the behavior and comportment of each of the Rebbe's emissaries is exemplary in every respect, Zlata --as are her husband and children-- was from the old mould of the Rebbe's emissaries: the mould that produced the likes of Rabbi Shlmo Zalman Hecht and Rabbi Shlomo Matusof of blessed memories.

 

No doubt that is why she was able to fulfill in its ultimate dimension the Rebbe's directive to his emissaries: to seek out and exercise a positive influence on each and every Jew.

 

May G-D grant her husband and children abundant spiritual and material blessings to grow her legacy "from strength to strength."

 

simon  

Zlata Geisinsky, Z'TL - from Lori Solat & Family, Israel

Dr. Levisohn and Mrs. Koss, MJBHA:

I am writing to you from The Holy Land with deep sadness after hearing of the untimely passing of Mrs. Zlata Geisinsky.  

I have to tell you that she affected me deeply.  Whether at MJBHA or sometimes seeing her at the Potomac Mikvah, she was so wonderful.   

She was one of the first people that my husband and I met at MJBHA when deciding where to send, my then Kindergartener, Jordyn, now 10.

She was so firm and confident that MJBHA was certainly for us! My kids never went to the Pre-school at MJBHA, (only K-3rd grade) but she was always so helpful to me, if I needed anything. We would often talk, especially after Eric & I decided to make Aliyah. I remember one time, in Potomac, I saw her and we spent about 45 minutes talking about Aliyah and how she knew it was the right thing for me and my family.  She was so attentive and kind, I will always remember that wonderful, inspirational conversation.  

I know that this is an incredibly sad time for the Geisinsky's, the community at-large and also the MJBHA school community as well.  Please know that those of us here in Israel are also deeply shocked & saddened by Zlata's passing.  We will keep MJBHA & her family in our thoughts and prayers.  May her memory be for a blessing.  

May the Geisinsky Family be comforted among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem. 

Fondly, 

Lori Solat and Family, Maale Adumim, Israel

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Lori Solat
106/2 Rechov Mitzpe Nevo
Ma'ale Adumim, Israel 98411
USA Voip line: 301-299-1360
Lori cell: 052-320-9499
Eric cell: 052-320-6212

Zlata's legacy is alive in her family

I did not know Zlata well. I saw her for important holidays in the women's section during prayer. I couldn't help but watch her. She was so full of life. She welcomed newcomers and regulars alike - with a warm smile that said each of us was family. I could tell she was the matriarch of hers. Only as time went on did I realize what a vital a force she was to them. Life was joyous because of her. She was their pillar of strength and a moral compass. She encouraged her husband, her children and everyone she touched with her selflessness and her love. 

This love remains with those left behind, as devastated as we are at the moment. Her spirit reaches even further, to everyone she touched - even briefly, with a word here, a word there, or no words at all, with just a smile. That was enough. Zlata's legacy is her extended family, even those she adopted during a prayer service or over a cup of coffee. Following her example, her teachings and her good deeds, her family and acquaintances will continue her work - because it is the right thing to do, because she would have wanted it that way.

Our prayers are with the rabbi and his family in this heart-wrenching time.

Raphael, Alex, Jason, Donna and Remy Sayada

zlata

Zlata's passing leaves a large whole in the Geisinsky family as well as all of us who knew her that cannot be filled. I will always remember her shabbat dinners, and her onegs after Saturday services. When we had been served several courses and lunch had seemed to be over, out would come the best part; her famous beef stew. I always was sorry that I hadn't left enough room for this specialty.

Why Have You Left Us So Soon?

 

Why have you left us so soon? 

Whose wise counsel shall I seek when it is time to bring my beloved for your blessing? 

Whose sweet smile will pierce the soul of my children, to send them on the straight path? 

Who will I turn to for the pure answer to the unknowable question? 

Who will I look to for strength when I have none?

Who will be there to show the mothers to have endless love for the children?

Who will hold the Rabbi in his moment of loneliness? 

What righteous person will stand in your stead to hold firm the Almighty's world?

Zlata, why have you left us so soon?

 

Yitzchak/Yale Rodman in loving memory and eternal gratitude

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Sometimes a person isn’t valued or even recognized until it’s too late – after they’re no longer with us.  I would say that in Zlata’s case, this is not so – at all.  She had to have known how much she was loved and appreciated by so many people – the children of the preschool adored her; the parents held on to her every word; her teachers cared about her so deeply; her peers appreciated her..  Zlata didn’t mince words – with adults- and told it as she viewed the situation.    At meetings, she sometimes wondered why we needed to discuss topics for such a long period of time – to her the world was black or white – either you do it or you don’t. She didn’t require a “second” opinion. Time was so precious to her...she hated to waste it at meetings! Of course, that didn’t apply to the children in her life – her many current and former students.  She had patience and love and caring for them and proudly watched them blossom over the years. One of her students' most vivid memories of her was her weekly telling of the parsha.  When she related that week's parsha, she was handing them a gift and the kids knew it!! It was a memory that stayed with them long after they left preschool.

 I only knew Zlata for the last 4 years, and am glad that I had the opportunity to work with her and to get to know her a bit. Her many accomplishments and skills were impressive to others but she made such light of it.  Her ability to cook in such enormous quantities and to do so so quickly never ceased to amaze me!!!  She was so "untaken" with herself...never thought anything of what she was able to handle.

 The one thing that could take Zlata away from being attentive to the matter at hand was her family.  The pride she had in her children, and of course - grandchildren!! - lit up her face, brought out her wry smile and she became the classic proud mother/grandmother with ease and definite enjoyment. 

 There's a void in the School now; it just doesn't feel right; something is missing.  I stop myself from thinking...” I'll speak to Zlata.. " when of course I remember that I can't anymore.  Starting school without her in August is going to be traumatic for so many.  She will live on; she left a legacy of goodness and kindness and we are the better because of her.  May her memory be for a blessing

 

Susan Koss
Melvin J. Berman Hebrew Academy
Lower School Principal
301.962.9400 x 5141

 

Memories of Rebbetzin Chaya Zlata of Blessed Memory

> From: Ann Goldstein <sarahshayna@yahoo.com>
> Subject: Memories of Rebbetzin Chaya Zlata of Blessed
> Memory
> To: zlatasimpact.memories@blogger.com
> Cc: sarahshaynaq@yahoo.com
> >
> Dear Rabbi Geisinsky and family,
> Rebbetzin Zlata of blessed memory exemplified the qualities of virtue and
> nobility of spirit, the midahs of selflessless and humility,
> the wisdom of a much older woman(even twenty years ago),and
> the extraordinary perception to understand another's
> struggles and to provide unconditional support. 
> There was no limit to chesed of Rebbetzin Zlata of blessed
> memory. Her empathy, warmth and sense of humor laced all her
> dealings with me and my family. My fond memories of Zlata go
> back over twenty years to the original Rockville Chabad
> House, continuing on to the Potomac Chabad Shule, to Camp
> Gan Izzy and to the current BCC Chabad House. 
> Even though I have countless memories of Zlata's chesed,
> the one memory that is prominent in my mind is the time when
> I told her about my father, of blessed memory, who was very
> ill. I was trying to deal with my father's suffering and my
> pain because he had several serious illnesses.Zlata listened
> to my account of my father's condition, and with a wise and
> loving heart, she recommended that I say tehillim for him-
> specifically the psalm representing his age plus one for his
> next birthday year).
> I took her advice and faithfully recited the recommended
> psalms for him for seven years, added psalms for other
> people in need of a refuah and  also recited psalms for
> my children for Hashem's blessings. In fact, when I learned
> that Zlata was seriously ill, my first response was to learn
> her Hebrew name to recite tehillim for her, to daven for her
> and to enlist  others to do the same.
> I continue to recite tehillim on a regular basis which
> provide me with comfort and an increase in my emunah.
> Now when I recite my daily tehillim, I think of Rebbetzin
> Chaya Zlata, of blessed memory, and credit her with this
> elevating, comforting mitzvah.
> I thank Hashem that I was given the extraordinary
> opportunity to know and to grow from my relationship with
> Rebbetzin Chaya Zlata.
> May her memory be a blessing.
> With profound sorrow and deep appreciation.
> Ann Goldstein
>
>
>      
>
>

Memories of Rebbetzin Chaya Zlata of Blessed Memory

Dear Rabbi Geisinsky and family,
Rebbetzin Zlata exemplified the qualities of virtue and nobility of spirit, the midahs of selflessless and humility, the wisdom of a much older woman(eventwenty years ago),and the extraordinary perception to understand another's struggles and to provide unconditional support.
There was no limit to chesed of Rebbetzin Zlata of blessed memory. Her empathy, warmth and sense of humor laced all her dealings with me and my family. My fond memories of Zlata go back over twenty years to the original Rockville Chabad House, continuing on to the Potomac Chabad Shule, to Camp Gan Izzy and to the current BCC Chabad House.
Even though I have countless memories of Zlata's chesed, the one memory that is prominent in my mind is the time when I told her about my father, of blessed memory, who was very ill. I was trying to deal with my father's suffering and my pain because he had several serious illnesses.Zlata listened to my account of my father's condition, and with a wise and loving heart, she recommended that I say tehillim for him- specifically the psalm representing his age plus one for his next birthday year).
I took her advice and faithfully recited the recommended psalms for him for seven years, added psalms for other people in need of a refuah and also recited psalms for my children for Hashem's blessings. In fact, when I learned that Zlata was seriously ill, my first response was to learn her Hebrew name to recite tehillim for her, to daven for her and to enlist others to do the same.
I continue to recite tehillim on a regular basis which provide me with comfort and an increase in my emunah.
Now when I recite my daily tehillim, I think of Rebbetzin Chaya Zlata, of blessed memory, and credit her with this elevating, comforting mitzvah.
I thank Hashem that I was given the extraordinary opportunity to know and to grow from my relationship with Rebbetzin Chaya Zlata.
May her memory be a blessing.
With profound sorrow and deep appreciation.
Ann Goldstein

Heartbroken

I am a substitute in the nursery school.  I have always been very fund of Zlata.  She was truly an inspiration to me.  My husband and I were invited to the Vort this past winter.  I was amazed at how lovely everything was just a little while after Shabbos.  But, that's Zlata.  She asked me if after the wedding we could have lunch together.  After the wedding I didn't call her because of everything that was going on.  I thought, I'll call her after school.  Maybe she won't be so busy.  I cannot put into words how heart broken I feel.  I must learn not to put things off.  Zlata did such a marvelous job of running the nursery school.  I never heard one teacher or parent say anything negative about her.  How I wish I didn't put off that lunch.  I know I don't have to tell you this but there is such a hole in the community without her.  I am so sorry for your loss.  I wish I had words to comfort you.

I am a substitute in the nursery school.  I have always been very fund of Zlata.  She was truly an inspiration to me.  My husband and I were invited to the Vort this past winter.  I was amazed at how lovely everything was just a little while after Shabbos.  But, that's Zlata.  She asked me if after the wedding we could have lunch together.  After the wedding I didn't call her because of everything that was going on.  I thought, I'll call her after school.  Maybe she won't be so busy.  I cannot put into words how heart broken I feel.  I must learn not to put things off.  Zlata did such a marvelous job of running the nursery school.  I never heard one teacher or parent say anything negative about her.  How I wish I didn't put off that lunch.  I know I don't have to tell you this but there is such a hole in the community without her.  I am so sorry for your loss.  I wish I had words to comfort you.

Zlata and the Geisinsky family

Zlata and the entire family impacted my family in ways they could never
imagine. I often wondered how my children seemed to learn more in
camp than in school. They went and came home happily every day from
camp. They looked forward to going to camp.

My children not only were campers but became Gan Izzy counselors. My
oldest was a counselor for Gan Izzy for several years. From there she
went on to being a head counselor. She would often say that she
learned from Gan Izzy and how organized the camp ran and on time. From
there she went to college and studied management. She was the
activities director for a college and now is studing for an MBA in
management. I feel that this came from Zlata and Gan Izzy.

My other children were also counselors. They are frum and open which I
greatly attribute to Gan Izzy.

Zlata never looked down at someone who was not frum. She was
encouraging and had a good word for you.
When my daughter got married Zlata was her attendant at the mikvah.
She looked forward to be the attendant for my other daughters. The
fact that she will not be there for them saddens me to the point of
tears.

Helen Golan

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My Favorite Mikvah Lady

When you ring the bell at the door to the Potomac mikvah, you have no idea who your mikvah lady will be. How wonderful it has been for me, when I open the door to that warm hug and smile from Zlata. That was our time to "catch up" -- my "alone time", my "quality time" with Zlata. I got to hear all about each of her kids and grandkids -- where everyone was and what they were doing. Oh how she loved her family. And she wanted to hear all about each of our kids -- she knew them well from their days years ago with Morah Zlata and Camp Gan Izzy.  Behind the door to the mikvah, Zlata and I shared our lives with each other and solved the problems of the world -- atleast to our satisfaction -- atleast until the buzzer went off and the next woman got to have her time with Zlata.

Zlata was a "tell it like it is" kind of gal. No sugar coating, no "life is blissfully wonderful." Zlata was real. Zlata was honest and upfront. "Life has its ups and downs and you just roll with the punches and keep going day to day." She was not shy about telling you her opinion. But everything she said was said out of love, concern, real interest, and caring. Zlata was the kind of friend who you could see after 3 or 4 months and pick up right where you left off as if you were together the day before.  We certainly had a lot of laughs together.  

I will truly miss you Zlata.  I will miss your smile, your warmth and your laugh, I will miss your wonderful sense of humor. Zlata, you were a beautiful person with a beautiful neshama. Your untimely unexpected death has affected more people than you could possibly imagine.

Nancy Rubin

FW: Smouldering Intensity; Quiet Elegance

 

From: Barbara Rome [mailto:opallrome@013.net]
Sent: Friday, July 02, 2010 2:25 AM
To: 'zlatasimpact.memories@blogger.com'
Subject: Smouldering Intensity; Quiet Elegance

 

By Barbara and Zvi Rome, Herzliya, Israel

 

About 13 years ago, my then-fiance Zvi Rome took me to the first of what would become many Friday evening services, followed by dinner at Zlata and Rabbi G's home in Potomac. Zvi had fallen in love with the couple several years earlier, and was looking forward to introducing me to such a special part of his life. By the way he spoke of them, with such honor and respect, I expected to meet a couple in their sixties, at least. You can imagine my surprise when the baby-faced Rabbi and his gorgeous babe of a rebbitzin received us with parental-type, unconditional affection.

 

Zlata, for me, was compelling; a paradox. Subtle and modest (needless to say), but seductively self-confident. Her endlessly dark blue eyes exuded a smoldering intensity for the life she was living; a life far different from my own. Five fabulous children, a gifted teacher, a home-maker that put Martha Stewart to shame; Zlata was truly a woman of valor. A Type A personality, this smart, multi-tasking, people-savvy lady could have been a corporate executive or a high-powered K St. lobbyist. But Zlata embodied a higher-calling. She radiated with a sense of purpose that 1,000 self-help books and seminars couldn't come close to matching. She overwhelmed with quiet elegance. The ease and enthusiasm with which she tackled any challenge was contagious. She made mitzvoth, acts of chesed and nurturing the family dynamic seem cool and far more worthy than scoring points on the way up the corporate ladder.

 

Zlata gently eased me in – purely through personal example – to the sanctity of Friday "kabalat shabbat" at home, the more around the table the merrier. This from a journalist for whom Friday evenings meant deadline stress, followed by decompressing over dinner out.

 

We were honored to have Zlata and Rabbi G. walk Zvi down the aisle at our wedding, 1 Nissan, 1998, as Zvi's father from Israel could not attend due to illness. They stood with us under the chuppa and Zlata counted for me each of the seven times I encircled my husband-to-be.

 

In the years since, in our frequent visits back to the Washington area, we were privileged to enjoy many Friday evenings with the Gs and their wonderful family. Our young son, Pele – who studies at a national religious school in Israel and accompanies his father to services every Friday night and Shabbat morning -- is testimony to their loving impact on our lives. Pele felt so much at home on those Friday evenings, playing with Moishe and Mendy and being doted on by the girls, who had since blossomed into young ladies.

 

The last time was just about a year ago. Zlata finally had the lovely home and the well-appointed kitchen she so richly deserved. She was full of youth, verve and purpose. And that's how we'll always remember her. Young, gorgeous: and smoldering with a contagious sense of purpose.

 

As hard as it is to write about Zlata in the past tense, and as heartfelt are our condolences to Rabbi G and the entire family, we're sure this incredible young woman is at peace, comfortably situated on the other side of this world's narrow bridge.

 

May her memory always be a blessed inspiration to those of us still traversing the narrow bridge. May her red, impeccably manicured hand continue to guide us virtually on our respective journeys, as I'm sure it will continue to guide ours.

 

 

Barbara Opall-Rome, Israel Bureau Chief

Defense News

 

Office: (972) 9-951-8258

Cell: (972) 54-8040-272

borome@barak.net.il

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Smouldering Intensity; Quiet Elegance

By Barbara and Zvi Rome, Herzliya, Israel

 

About 13 years ago, my then-fiance Zvi Rome took me to the first of what would become many Friday evening services, followed by dinner at Zlata and Rabbi G's home in Potomac. Zvi had fallen in love with the couple several years earlier, and was looking forwarda to introducing me to such a special part of his life. By the way he spoke of them, with such honor and respect, I expected to meet a couple in their sixties, at least. You can imagine my surprise when the baby-faced Rabbi and his gorgeous babe of a rebbitzin received us with parental-type, unconditional affection.

 

Zlata, for me, was compelling; a paradox. Subtle and modest (needless to say), but seductively self-confident. Her endlessly dark blue eyes exuded a smoldering intensity for the life she was living; a life far different from my own. Five fabulous children, a gifted teacher, a home-maker that put Martha Stewart to shame; Zlata was truly a woman of valor. A Type A personality, this smart, multi-tasking, people-savvy lady could have been a corporate executive or a high-powered K St. lobbyist. But Zlata embodied a higher-calling. She radiated with a sense of purpose that 1,000 self-help books and seminars couldn't come close to matching. She overwhelmed with quiet elegance. The ease and enthusiasm with which she tackled any challenge was contagious. She made mitzvoth, acts of chesed and nurturing the family dynamic seem cool and far more worthy than scoring points on the way up the corporate ladder.

 

Zlata gently eased me in – purely through personal example – to the sanctity of Friday "kabalat shabbat" at home, the more around the table the merrier. This from a journalist for whom Friday evenings meant deadline stress, followed by decompressing over dinner out.

 

We were honored to have Zlata and Rabbi G. walk Zvi down the aisle at our wedding, 1 Nissan, 1998, as Zvi's father from Israel could not attend due to illness. They stood with us under the chuppa and Glata counted for me each of the time times I encircles my husband-to-be.

 

In the years since, in our frequent visits back to the Washington area, we were privileged to enjoy many Friday evenings with the Gs and their wonderful family. Our young son, Pele – who studies at a national religious school in Israel and accompanies his father to services every Friday night and Shabbat morning -- is testimony to their loving impact on our lives. Pele felt so much at home on those Friday evenings, playing with Moishe and Mendy and being doted on by the girls.

 

The last time was just about a year ago. Zlata finally had the lovely home and the well-appointed kitchen she so richly deserved. She was full of youth, verve and purpose. And that's how we'll always remember her. Young, gorgeous: and smoldering with a contagious sense of purpose.

 

As hard as it is to write about Zlata in the past tense, and as heartfelt are our condolences to Rabbi G and the entire family, we're sure this incredible young woman is at peace, comfortably situated on the other side of this world's narrow bridge.

 

May her memory always be a blessed inspiration to those of us still traversing the narrow bridge. May her red, manicured hand continue to guide us virtually on our respective journeys, as I'm sure it will continue to guide ours.

 

 

Barbara Opall-Rome, Israel Bureau Chief

Defense News

 

Office: (972) 9-951-8258

Cell: (972) 54-8040-272

borome@barak.net.il

www.defensenews.com

 

Zlata

This past Pesach, our family visited Israel to see Molly who studied at Midreshet HaRova for the year. We along with the Klein family (Elana) went on a tour of the Kotel tunnels. As we were walking through, Molly (age 18), my son Aaron (age 17) and Elana (age 18) started singing "Put your finger on the wall, on the wall...." I asked where they learned that song, and in chorus, they all said, "with Morah Zlata in 4 year nursery!"  All these year later, Zlata's lessons are still with the many children she has touched over the years.  Her lessons will live on as these children teach their children, and they teach their children, and on and on.  Thank you Zlata for being a caring, nurturing woman who shared your love with everyone you met. Janet Zuckerman

zlata

Zlata-
You were always there, able to listen 100%. Despite probably having a
million things to do, you always gave the time to me, long after my
children had graduated preschool. When I was so uncertain of myself,
you were so affirming of me, of my decisions. When I was uncertain
what to do with my children, you would discuss the issues on the table
and were unwavering in support for whatever I decided. You paid the
highest compliment a mother could receive " that mother, she knows
what she is doing" even when I doubted myself.

In a completely different setting, you once gently asked about a
particular custom I followed. When I explained the basis of what I was
doing as to how I had learned the halacha, you said, "you know, you
don't have to limit yourself" as she gently nudged me toward a more
expansive Yiddishkeit and observance.

When I was going through a difficult personal issue, you were again so
affirming. Your words were supportive and non-disparaging. You just
said "unbelievable, unbelievable" and then added that you knew I was
strong.

Now you are gone and taken from us, from your family. As I opened this
emai address and typed in Zlata, your email from the school pops up
and I weep. I can only say we miss you terribly.
Unbelievable, unbelievable.

Karen Rabin( Chaya Rochel)

Staff Birthday Luncheons

Many times we felt like Zlata's first family.  We all worked so closely together and knew that Zlata was always watching us and looking out for us.  Every month we celebrated a member of the Staff's birthday.  Some months we had one "birthday girl" and some we had three or more "birthday girls". This became a tradition and Zlata never wanted to give it up because we were her family, and that is what families do - celebrate with each other.

Zlata- full of light and life-a true inspiration

Fifteen years ago, when I first became religious and was having a particularly difficult time making the leap from my former way of life, Zlata said to me, "I have incredible respect for you." I didn't know Zlata well, but I admired her for so many attributes--she was always pleasant, always real, always kind and aware of others. I couldn't believe that someone like Zlata could respect me while I was struggling so much with what came so easy to others. She told me her respect was borne of the fact that she grew up in a religious home so it was all natural to her, whereas I was choosing to take on Shabbos and Kashrut and other mitzvot. Her words gave me the 'boost' I needed to move forward in my Judaism. I will always be appreciative of how Zlata inspired me.

 

                                                    Iris

 

                                        

Camp Gan Izzy Potomac

For years, our children attended Camp Gan Izzy Potomac with the Geizinsky's at the heads of the camp.  Zlata gave her heart and soul to the campers and even more so as " Camp Mother" to the counselors who came from all over. She made sure that the counselors were enjoying their job and their free time on the weekends.  For each summer, she was dedicated to this endeavor while still taking care of her own growing family. My children fondly remember Camp Gan Izzy!

"That's Why I Say She Is My Angel"l

"That's Why I Say She Is My Angel,"
the words are from the Morah Elizabeth and jotted down by Morah Annick ...

"Three years ago, I was working at the preschool.  I had a big problem with my mother and her heart.  It's so expensive and I need to send the money for the emergency surgery, but someone who said that he would pay, changed his mind. I'm crazy because I don't know what I'm doing. I tell nothing at school becasue it is my personal problem.  But Morah Zlata saw me different, that I was different.  She called for me and I go and she says right away, "Elizabeth, what's wrong?"  And I'm nervous because Zlata is my principal and maybe I did something wrong. But, she said again, "You look different, what's wrong?"  So, I'm crying because I am so scared. She looks me straight in the eye and says "I can help you now."  She asked me for all the details of what I need and then says again, "I can help you Elizabeth."  In a few days, Zlata called for me again and gave me everything I need for my mother.  Without Zlata, I know that two more women would not be alive, my mother and me and that is why I say that Zlata is my angel."

Just a week before Zlata passed away, Elizabeth had the opportunity to thank Zlata and Zlata's mom for the gift of life afforded her.  Through tearful words, Elizabeth retold it all to both women in Zlata's house.  She wasn't sure if she was understood with her words, but knew that she was understood by her sentiment of appreciation.  As for myself, I am totally in awe of how deeply connected Zlata was to all the non-Jewish people in her life.  Zlata quietly went well beyond job description as Lubavitch Rebbetzin, Preschool Director or even friend.  Elizabeth is a very religious woman and she believes completely that Zlata is with God now and that Zlata had always been and will always be an angel.   

Zlata Geisinsky OB"M, a source of inspiration and spiritual strength

From the very first time we met the Geisinsky Family, we felt a special feeling. A feeling of joy, of laughter, of wanting to do so much together. Zlata OB"M's beautiful  Shabbat table was always full of guests  and she would greet  everyone with her beautiful smile. No matter if it rained or snowed the Mitzvah of Mikvah duty came first. For  many years , every summer, Zlata OB"M , together with her family would devote their time for the running of Camp Gan Israel making sure everything was running smoothly, hosting the camp counselors and so much more. Every year at  Simcha Torah, Zlata OB"M would prepare a beautiful table full of sweets, drinks and fruits and at the end of the evening we would  gather around Rabbi Geisinsky and choose a Mitzah to do for the upcoming year. For many years being part of the activities and programs that  Rabbi Geisinsky and Zlata OB"M had at their minyan inspired me to do a fund raiser for a Sefer Torah. Going to the Geisinsky family was always a feeling of spiritual happiness. It did not matter if we went for a program, Shabbat, or a Jewish Holiday we were simply happy to be with them.  Zlata OB"M has been and will always be a source of inspiration and spiritual strength to do more mitzvots. Love always, Claude, Esther, Erick, and Sabrina Amar

Thank you, Zlata

When I was first introduced to Chabad in 1997, it was Zlata and Rabbi G who greeted me when I came to the shul.  They made me feel very comfortable - I had not been in many Orthodox shuls before - and they warmly welcomed me into their home on numerous occasions for Shabbos meals.  Because of those positive initial experiences, I am still affiliated with Chabad thirteen years later, and it has had a tremendous positive impact on my life.  Thank you, Zlata, for providing those initial positive experiences.  May G-d bless you, Rabbi G, and your entire family.

Barry I. Buchman
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Memories of Zlata

We only knew Zlata for a little more than a year, but in that time she made a profound impact on each of us.  There are several stories and moments that will help illustrate what a wonderful person she was and what kind of impact she had on us.  We consider ourselves extremely lucky to have been able to know her even for a short time.

 

Along with many other women I often went to the kitchen to chat with Zlata on Shabbat mornings and occasionally she let us help chop vegetables for salad.  Zlata and her daughters never used cutting boards and so I learned to cut up vegetables in my hands.  I've started doing it more often at home because it's often easier for chopping small things.  I will always think of Zlata when I start cutting fruits and vegetables in my hands.

 

A really clear "Zlata moment" happened at Rochie's wedding.  I went up to Zlata to wish her mazal tov and say hello.  She looked at me, gave me a light smack on the arm, and asked in a somewhat offended tone when we were coming to her for Shabbat.  That moment was pure Zlata.  It was her time to be congratulated and celebrate with her family and she was acting like we had done her a personal disservice by not taking advantage of her hospitality again.  That kind of hospitality characterized Zlata for me.  She made you feel that it was totally natural to come and spent Shabbat with her and her family.  Of course you were coming for Shabbat.  How could you even consider not being there?

 

I (Adam) remember, in particular, the loving family atmosphere that Zlata created around her.  We were all sitting the Sukkah after a meal and Zlata was joking with her kids.  At that moment all I could think was what a wonderful family the Geisinskys are and how fortunate I was to know them.  Zlata truly made us feel like we were part of the family too.  Once, we were sitting outside the shul on the bench and Rabbi Benny came by and said in the course of the conversation that Zlata told him she really liked us.  We both remember this moment clearly and how good it felt to know that she thought highly of us.  Her opinion was extremely important to both of us.  I admired Zlata greatly and for that reason it mattered that Zlata liked me.

 

The day after Zlata's passing I saw a rainbow.  This stopped me in my tracks.  Last year during the Three Weeks there was a huge, perfect rainbow and I remember speaking to Zlata about it.  She told me that her father said that rainbows are usually tidings of bad news.  They are Hashem's way of comforting us, especially after the passing of a righteous person.  When I saw the rainbow that Monday evening, I knew it was Zlata's rainbow.

 

Caroline and Adam Friedman

Picture of Zlata's Rainbow

Scattered memories

I am one of the many who didn't know Zlata well, but will miss her deeply. 

 

I didn't know her well, but she was always there when I needed her.  Although we weren't close, she dropped everything to be by my side when my oldest was born.  After I moved away, I didn't keep in touch -- I had seen firsthand how busy she always was and didn't want to waste her precious time with a call just to say hello.  But I knew she was there if I needed her, and I was touched when, just a few days before my second child was born, she emailed me out of the blue to ask how I was.

 

I remember how she walked a mile from the hotel to the interim Chabad House one yom tov in the pouring rain, her sheitel drenched, with a smile. 

 

I remember how she always made me feel so at home.

 

Above all, the image of Zlata that stands out in my mind is her sitting quietly on the couch in their living room with her arms around her children (most of whom were well into their teens at the time).  There was so much love in her home.

 

May Zlata's memory give strength to her family, and all of us, until we are reunited, speedily in our days.

Zlata memory from Sandy Kursban

A number of years ago, I had an experience with Zlata that beautifully shows her true quality and character. I had parked at a store in Potomac, and when I returned to my car I found her waiting there. She had inadvertently bumped into my car (not at all seriously) with her car. Instead of leaving a note, she wanted to speak with the driver of the other car in person. Some people in this situation might just drive off, others might leave a note (and some might not even give the true information on the note!). Then there's Zlata. When she saw me she said she was more embarrassed than she would have been had it been someone she didn't know. She was upset and I found myself wanting more to comfort her than to look at the slight damage to my car! This incident so represents her caring nature. A lovely picture of her remains in my mind and heart as I see her waiting there at my car. She will be deeply missed.

Sandy Kursban

We were privileged to know Zlata first through the many years our children attended Camp Gan  Izzy and when our then 4 yr old son was in the first nursery school class at the old MJBHA.  Several years later I was having dinner with Zlata , telling her how recently our then college age daughters with their friends had been sitting at our dining room table singing all of the Camp Gan Izzy songs. She and I spoke that day about the impact the camp had not only on our family  but our friend's families as well- even with all of the craziness of the van breaking down, snack of warm gushy plums etc.- our kids gained from those summer experiences a deep understanding of  mitzvoth  and love of Judaism.  It was Zlata's and Rabbi Geisinsky's dedication, vision and much patience which fostered this learning.  Zlata's spirit will continue with each of the people that she touched.
Frayda Penini

Reaching for Some Understanding

Reaching for Some Understanding…

maybe you read it ages ago
but I just discovered a gem of a book,
and then, another
I so loved "Have a Little Faith" by Mitch Alboom
that I also had to read "Tuesdays with Morrie"
so much wisdom in those pages
author is honest and real, not gushy
not an emotional guy, but so drawn
to the 2 men in his path who loved life
and loved to give to others
and these men loved Mitch Alboom,
a good writer, phew on that!

maybe these men are annick's Ubermentch's,
maybe meeting people where they are
always open to learn
maybe it's compassion, (for me)
that helps one transcend
transcend expectation and disappointment
Morrie says:
"love each other or perish!"
he was always changing until he died

the Rabbi Albert Lewis, in
"Have a little Faith,"  says
'more than the actual fear
of dying, people fear
being forgotten,'
"a second death," he calls it.
I believe that
I think i fear that too
"but death only ends a life, not a relationship"
loving your own life is not enough
loving the people around you
will keep you alive forever

I'd like to think Zlata chose a way that worked for her
or that if she was taken without word from god,
she had comfort knowing she would not die
"a second death" of disappearing from the world

a nice story maybe you know
but new for me:
a little wave is so excited to be a wave
he bounces up and down
in the big ocean
"oh what fun, to be a wave like me"
as he nears the shore
he sees that the waves crash
and disappear on the shore
"oh no, look what will happen to me!"
another wave behind him, hears his cry and says
"don't worry little wave, you're not just a wave
you're part of a very big ocean, you'll never disappear"

well, maybe
"it is what it is, and it is all good?"
it's so strange, that sentiment ...
but I find myself wanting to believe it
"Gam Zu L'tovah?"
but how?
maybe  the good stuff is that our loves are never truly gone?
there's always something to learn?
maybe staying the same is dying too soon?
maybe always learning is always living?

i will never forget Zlata
it hadn't  always been smooth
but I will always learn
from the way she met people "wherever they were,"
and from the way, she noticed "stuff"
and then moved on
a great woman was taken from the earth
but not from our hearts

love,
annick