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.

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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

What Zlata meant to me

As I prepare to say the שמע before drifting into sleep, I began to wonder- What did Zlata mean to me? What impact did she have on my daily life? To know this however, you have to start with another question- What was Zlata like? Each שבת I spent at Chabad was a magical one. Not just because of the prayer, but because of my interactions with people that I don't see the rest if the week. After praying, I would go up and see if Zlata needed any help with preparing the food, or anything else. She would greet me always with a smile on her face and joy in her eyes. "Shookie," she would say, "you can help scoop out חומוס and then get some cups" After I had worked for at least a couple of mintues, she would gently rebuke me- "aren't you supposed to be downstairs for מוסף?" I would then head back downstairs to pray a little bit more. Zlata's actions here show one side of her- even though she knew that I was supposed to be all the time downstairs, praying, she would let me help her and only after I had done something, send me back down. She knew that I couldn't stay in shul for so long, and she showed compassion by allowing me to help her- but she also showed me that, while helping others is important, so too is praying. She was always like that. Always smiling, full of ruach- not only normal spirit, but holy spirit! She would always do things for other and then get back to her work. She was full of life. In those gentle rebukes, she showed her compassion and love of Judaism to me at the same time. While understanding and accepting that I couldn't stay in shul for long periods, she also reinforced my love of Judaism by allowing me to do a mitzvah and the to go and pray. I never realized it, but now it seems to me as if she was a messenger- she showed me not only to have compassion for fellow Jews, but to embrace Judaism in it's entirety and in doing so, to live life to your fulles capabilities. She truly knew what it was to be Jewish. I wish that her soul would reach ever higher in heaven, and that she would look down upon her family with love in these hard times. 

She truly understood what it meant to say- 

שמע ישראל ה׳ אלקינו ה׳ אחד.    

Joshua Eisdorfer

Zlata rest in Peace

I met Zlata the first time when my daughter Nechama moved into her condo in Rockville, Md.  She came by to bring her a beautiful plant for her new home.  We were able to talk , and get to know one another.  She was so special, and made such a lasting impression on me.  To know her, was to love her. When my daughter was sick with the flu, Zlata was right there taking care of her with her delicious chicken soup and other good foods.  Whenever my husband and I came in from Atlanta, we always were invited to their house for Shabbat.  My condolence to the family.

Thoughts from an acquaintan

Love Not Lost

It is an honor and a privilege to look back through the pages of time to find a younger, vibrant Zlata, more deeply intertwined with my own life than I had known.  Fourteen years ago I took a new career path that placed me in an administrative role with a large Jewish agency.  I was also the single parent of a Bar Mitzvah boy.  Both my son and Sendy Geisinky studied with Rabbi Bentzion Geisinsky; Sendy with the promise of a future scholar and my son with one ear glued to his Game Boy and the other to the tape recording that Rabbi G. had kindly provided.

On Shabbos Zlata assumed the uniquely selfless role of Rebbetzin.  Declining pride of place Zlata stood by the back door greeting the women, finding Siddurim and pointing out our place in the service.  Somehow while accomplishing this she also coordinated the kitchen activities (anything from kiddush to a banquet) and supervised the seemingly endless troops of children.  Zlata's welcome was warm and I felt encouraged to confide in her my concerns about my son's Bar Mitzvah.  In an era of lavish catering and entertainment, I was financially unable to compete.  Zlata radiated calm and self assurance as she gently reminded me that the purpose of a Bar Mitzvah was literally just that, to stand before the community and assume the mitzvot of manhood.  Zlata made her kitchen available for kosher preparations and encouraged me to include family, friends and regular congregants by asking them to prepare their specialties.  Zlata helped me make a list of affordable groceries and surprised me by tying bows on small packages of candy.  The Bar Mitzvah was a huge success and I felt my spirit soar as my son was called to the Torah.  I had forgotten about the candy, but turned around at the close of service to see my son pelted with Zlata's candy, " Mazel Tov!".  She had made it sweet indeed.

We will miss you Zlata, but your calm and generous spirit lives on in the lives you touched and the memories you made.

I did not know her well

I came to the home one day waiting to speak to the Rabbi.  I had recently and suddenly lost my mother.  It was a very sad time for me.  Sitting on the sofa with Zlata with only a few words she asked me what I was doing here.  Not what I was doing here in their home but what I was doing here living  in Bethesda.    I knew what she meant and we communicated with only a few words.  She was a special being and will be missed.  I know her spirit will live on.   My condolences to all   Marsha White

Zlata Geisinsky

These are a few memories that I have of Zlata Geisinsky.  I have known Zlata for over 20 years and found her to be an extraordinary person, one of great strength, love of community and most important love of her wonderful family.  They used to be Rabbi and Rebetzin of Chabad of Potomac and during that time had dinners at the Shul in Potomac.  Zlata would prepare delicious meals almost by herself and as usual wanted no thanks.  She was an unbelievable cook.

 

I had surgery back in 2003 and they came to the hospital for a visit.  While there I got called for a special test.  Rabbi G had to leave but Zlata would not leave at all and accompanied me to the test.  As I recall the test took quite a while and even though I told her to leave that I would be ok, she insisted on staying by my side until I was returned back to my room.  Naturally, I was concerned about the outcome of the test and Zlata lifted my spirits until we almost forgot why we were there.  I don't think I will ever forget that time. 

 

Zlata will be missed.  Her smile, concern for others and her good deeds leave an enormous hole in this community and I'm sure elsewhere as well.

Bev Anker

Memories of Zlata

           I had the good fortune of spending a summer in Rockville, Maryland. It was the summer after 11th grade, and several of my friends and I went to be counselors.

 I clearly remember that Zlata always had a smile and a very positive energetic aura about her. She was a lot of fun to be with. We enjoyed spending Shabbos at Zlata's home. She treated us so nicely. Zlata was dynamic and energetic. She was a wonderful shlucha, mother and wife.  My friends and I truly connected with her. We loved spending time with Zlata and her family. That summer was very special.

 

     May Hashem comfort Rabbi Benny Geisinsky and their whole family in this difficult time.

 

Nechama (Uminer) Harlig

Dearest Zlata

Dear Zlata,

It's been almost a week that I'm walking around as if in a dense fog - like I'm having a horrible, frightening nightmare that won't go away. I can't stop thinking about you. How can this be? Zlata is not with us anymore?

The last time I saw you we spoke about me. Obviously. With you it's always about the other person - joys and sorrows, milestones and challenges. You were suffering, but we spoke about me. You were so happy to hear that I was getting married and you asked to see pictures of my engagement celebration. "Put them on the 1456 blog," you told me. "You're part of our family!"

Crazy thing is that I really feel like a part of your family. You made it so easy. You and your joyful children and siblings. I never felt like I was an outsider. Ever. When we danced at Aidie's wedding, it was as if my close cousin was getting married. 

It was always like that. You treated me like I was a special relative. 

And so happy! Once I got a ride in your car and it was a little squishy, but we had the greatest time singing loudly with the music blaring from the stereo, with you cracking jokes at the wheel and making the ride seem so much quicker. It was such a happy ride.

How can this happen? It's not like you to leave your beautiful, happy family. Whenever I see you, you're accompanied by at least one of your fantastic kids. It's not your style to not be here for Simchas and celebrations. You're the one who pops into the car to make the 10-hour round trip to be at a family celebration for an hour. And you don't even make it seem like the big schlep that it is. 

I see your picture and I keep thinking - it can't be. Zlata wouldn't leave us. It hurts so much. But you know how to shake things up. So tell Him how dark it is. Tell Him how badly your children are suffering. He's the only one who can fix this.

Zlata - I don't want answers. I just want you back. Fast! And when you come, I'll make sure to take lots of pictures and post them on the blog.

Waiting anxiously,

EstieO

Growing up in Potomac right next door to the Chabad House, our family got to see a lot of the Geisinsky’s and we spent a lot of time at Chabad.  Running around with Sendy, enjoying all of the Chabad fun and events, enrolling in Camp Gan Izzy for many years, and eventually davening and leading services on Shabbos; the Geisinsky Chabad was a major foundation of my childhood.  Rebbetzin Geisinsky, or Tanta Zlata as she was affectionately referred, was the year round Chabad Mother – managing all of the logistics of the many Chabad activities and caring for all of the community members and children as if they were her own.

 

If I close my eyes I can still smell Rebbetzin Geisinsky’s shabbos cholent, which to this day is hands down the best cholent I have ever smelled or tasted in my life (this fact is famous in my family)… Living next to Chabad and knowing the lay of the land has its perks. Each Shabbos friends of mine and I, totally ignoring all the cakes cookies and sweets, would hoard about 3 or 4 bowls of Cholent each, navigate the maze of people downstairs at the packed kiddush and then hightail it upstairs to the offices to delight in our booty.

 

A couple of years ago I jokingly lamented to Rebbetzin Geisinsky about how incredible her cholent was and how much I missed it after they had moved away… and I sheepishly told her about my perhaps not so admirable childhood practice of hoarding it every week.  She laughed and smiled…. And then that Friday, to my complete surprise, she personally delivered a cholent to my house (at this point as a grown up I didn’t know whether to eat it or sell it to the highest bidder… I decided the former, and it was awesome).

 

This was not unusual or extraordinary for her. This was the type of person she was.

 

Most recently I saw Rebbetzin Geisinsky at the Hebrew Academy where two of my kids attended her pre-school. I was always so happy that she was director, knowing that she taught them Torah each week and would guide them unwaveringly on the right path. In my weekly review of the Parsha with my eldest, Eitan, I made it a goal that he would be able to answer all of Morah Zlata’s Parsha questions… and every now and then I would throw in a phrase for him to say to Morah Zlata to get her attention “Teach me the secrets of the Tanya” being the most recent.  A couple of months ago at back to school night, she walked in as I tarried in a visit with my son Noam’s teacher and she gushed about how much she loved my boys and how impressed she was with their middos and Parsha knowledge. You could see in her eyes and in her signature smile both her sincerity and how proud she was to see me grown up with kids of my own.

 

She will be sorely missed.

 

Brian Berman, Potomac Maryland

 

A Memory

As Morah Zlata knew, the Anker boys always had athletic ankle, foot and leg injuries.  One happy memory of those times is hobbling down the school hall on a bad ankle and having her say to me, “There goes Yussie Ankler.”  She will be missed.

 

 

To My Special Friend

Zlata O”BM,

We met when we were teaching together, and became good friends so much so Benny was one of the Rabbis who married me.  How I loved Shabbosim  with your growing family.  When I got the news of my illness you helped me to accept it and incorporate it into my life.  Your passing makes one see the beauty in life and how fast it can be taken away.  May your family be blessed with beautiful memories.

 

Barbara Proger Bernstein  

Invitation to view Orlando's Picasa Web Album - Zlata O"BM, Being there for Everyone / By Orlando Osher

You are invited to view Orlando's photo album: Zlata O"BM, Being there for Everyone / By Orlando Osher Zlata O"BM, Being there for Everyone / By Orlando Osher MD, NY - Jun 18, 2010 by Orlando Zlata, doing what she loved best: doing, helping, and being there for everyone. Years 2000 - 2010 View Album Play slideshow Message from Orlando: To the Geisinsky family, I have put together an album to reflect on the life of Zlata O'BM, with a few pictures for everyone to enjoy and relish on Zlata, her life and her influence that she had on all of us. May there not be any more suffering and tears, but simchas, for MOSHIACH to come quickly. Orlando Osher If you are having problems viewing this email, copy and paste the following into your browser: http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=OrlandoOsher&target=ALBUM&id=5484157003960286577&authkey=Gv1sRgCIiw0Nr7zdzbLw&invite=CLTl0M4B&feat=email To share your photos or receive notification when your friends share photos, get your own free Picasa Web Albums account.

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To the Geisinsky family,
I have put together an album to reflect on the life of Zlata O'BM,
with a few pictures for everyone to enjoy and relish on Zlata, her
life and her influence that she had on all of us.
May there not be any more suffering and tears, but simchas, for
MOSHIACH to come quickly.
Orlando Osher

Album: http://picasaweb.google.com/OrlandoOsher/ZlataOBMBeingThereForEveryoneByOrlandoOsher?feat=email#

Messenger from Hashem.....

Messenger from Hashem.....

Today as I made my Challah with my two girls something reminded of me of Zlata.  Both of my girls were touched by Zlata and Rochie.  When we make Challah in our home we add all the earths ingredients and then we say brochos for people that are in need.  We said our Brochos and my five year old said." Mommy, what about Morah Zlata"?  We prayed that Hashem assist her Nashama going to Shamyim.  My daughter then said.  " She was the Boss".   She was and still is a messenger from Hashem.  She has given all of us an example of what we should emulate to be as a good person and a good Jew.  Morah Rochie we prayed for you that you and your family's pain should be eased with blessings and wonderful memories of a MOTHER who gave us all the ingredients to live good lives.  I am blessed with my family to have had the opportunity to have known Morah Zlata....

One other special memory....

I really needed advice from someone that knows the community and had insight to my child.  I went to Morah Zlata and explained to her my dilemma.  My dilemma was involving yidishkite and education.  Morah Zlata could have easily picked the option I wanted to hear.  However, she thought about my question and REALLY looked deep into what the CHILD needed and told me what she felt was right for the CHILD.  That day  I realized how amazing she was.  

Thoughts...

It's one of those things that you simply take for granted. You meet someone, have an instant connection, enjoy their company, laugh often, with them, and assume they'll be there...

 

Zlata was one of those people for me. We met when she came to the Hebrew Academy over twenty years ago. Her personality and quick wit were immediate draws for me, and we remained wonderful colleagues and friends, each respecting the other's differences, which probably helped in a way to even strengthen the bond we had.

 

She was a true Aishes Chayil, and knowing that her spirit lives on in the MJBHA Pre-School, through her beloved husband, children, mother, siblings, and grandchildren, helps a bit to ease the pain of this enormous loss.

 

Judy Abramson

 

Zlata

At the end of the year last year, I distinctly remember walking through the gym and Zlata and her son were blowing up balloons for the pre-school graduation.  This was a simple task she could have given to any of the staff, but she wanted to make the pre-school graduation special for everyone.  I couldn’t help but wish I saw her blowing up those balloons this year.  Her tragic passing has left an indelible mark on the MJBHA staff.  We will forever be changed by Zlata’s impact on our school, and community as a whole.

 

Signed,

MJBHA staff member

 

 

Love for her children

In reading these postings, I am struck by the fact that each person felt such a close personal relationship with Zlata. The gift to connect with so many is one that Hashem gives to a very few among us.

 I think that what stands out most for me, in the years I have known Zlata, is the following. For some, it is very typical to send their children away to school at a relatively young age. Zlata made the decision to keep her children close to home, and her, during most of these years. I hope it brings them some comfort now to know that her priority was to be with them, and be there for them, as long as she was able.

May they be comforted among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.

 

A True Friend

I returned home from the shiva home inspired by Zlata's precious children to contribute to this blog.  They encourage everyone visiting their Bethesda home to share their personal stories of how Zlata impacted their lives.  Rabbi Sendy Geisinsky shared with me that he is learning just how much his mother impacted the entire Jewish community.  She enriched the lives of countless individuals. 

 

My husband always had a close relationship with the Geisinsky family since his college days when he would travel to Potomac to spend Shabbos and other holidays.  He always recalled how wonderful it was to be welcomed into the Geisinsky family and especially in those days, with a home cooked meal by Zlata.  Zlata always had a special place in his heart.  And, when we were married, and quickly discovered that the Chabad of Bethesda-Chevy Chase was opening hear our Bethesda apartment, my husband was anxious to introduce me to Rabbi and Mrs. Geisinsky. 

 

Just as warmly as they welcomed my husband, they opened their hearts to his new wife, with open arms and never a moment to judge.  From this early meeting, our relationship would thrive and bring us to celebrate the birth of our first daughter who was given her name at the shul beneath the dry cleaners on Woodmont Avenue.  Zlata was there to help me navigate the waters of being a new mom, and as our young daughter got to toddler years, always invited me to share seashell pasta at the Hebrew Academy with her during lunch.

 

I have countless memories of simchas, conversations and wonderful moments with the entire Geisinsky family.  I will treasure my memories of Zlata and continue onward knowing that Zlata would want us all to continue striving to do our best in this world.

 

May her entire family find comfort in the coming days.

The Rebbe's Shlucha

From the COLlive Inbox: Mrs. Rochel Kaplan, Shlucha in Maryland, writes to her fellow Shlucha Mrs. Zlata Geisinsky OBM after her tragic passing.

Dear Zlata, 

Today, Gimmel Tammuz I drive home to Maryland. My thoughts are with you in New York. It was only yesterday, erev Gimmel Tammuz, that you were interred close to our Rebbe's resting place. 

No, you never rested. Nor, will you stop to rest. 

About 28 years ago, you and your husband Rabbi Bentzion ybadel lchayim tovim, became the first Shluchim to join our Chabad Maryland region. You have paved the way for many others who are BH doing the Rebbe's work. 

One of the women who knew you well said, "Zlata did her work quietly without fanfare and did not seek publicity, and that is just the way she left this world". I cannot agree with her more. Your deeds were for Hakodosh Boruch Hu only. 

Your persona of great Kabolos Ol was so clear. You took on your responsibilities with great focus, determination, and with steadfastness. You carried through what you set out to do and stayed on course until your work was thoroughly completed. 

As I ponder the loss of a Shlucha in our state of Maryland, I understand the importance of each and every individual who has undertaken this great life's mission. Although life may be laden with bumps and bruises, along the way we manage to pick ourselves up and to rise above life's travails. Although our lives as Shluchim may be challenging, it is nevertheless rewarding. At the end of the day, we are bound up with our mishaleach. 

So how am I to make peace with the tragedy that has hit us all so hard? 

As I ponder the reality of what has happened in our midst I hear the phone ring in the car. It is my daughter. She wants to know where Zlata is interred. She is almost there. She mentions names of other markers and I realize that she is close. I tell her so, and she finally gasps that she has found it. 

My daughter sent me the message I was looking for. She gave me the assurance that your memory will live on. 

Zlata, you have touched so many lives in your short lifetime. And I know that those lives will continue to grow and find nurture in your embrace. Vhachai yiten el liboh. The seeds that you have sown will grow and mature continuing to flower until moshiach. 

Sincerely yours,

Rochel 

Thank You For Your Impact

It is very hard to believe that the journey that has led us to our current lives in the heart of Judea started about 14 years ago in the Chabad House of Potomac with the Geisinskys. We are both shocked at the tragedy and want the family to know that you are in our hearts and prayers. Even though we have fallen out of touch, we are very appreciative of the "impact" that Zlata has had on our family and on our old community.

May the family find comfort among all those who mourn for Zion and Jerusalem.
-- 
Yarden and Stella Frankl
Neve Daniel, Israel

Say It Ain't So

I spent several summers with Benny and Zlata in the early years of Camp Gan Israel of Rockville, during the 80s.  We had a great time, perhaps I took it for granted at the time, but there was so much that the Geisinskys did so that camp would run well, and the counselors were taken care of.

Their home was open to the staff, their personal belongings were shared with camp, their time belonged to camp.  Zlata never complained that something was too much work.  She took on more and more, and made everything work.  Friday night we made Kiddush 11L:00 p.m., I remember dozing off at the table, I can’t imagine how she had the strength to make Shabbos and even stay awake through the meal, which ended about 1:00 a.m.

I don’t recall Zlata ever taking time for herself.  She always took the lead in helping people who needed.  And I don’t think I’ve ever seen her lose her composure.  On the contrary, she always displayed a sense of humor, she always had people chuckling.  You knew that you could count on Benny and Zlata.

I’ve stayed in touch with the Geisinskys over the years, and feel honored to be counted among their old friends.

Aibershter, have pity on Zlata’s family, have pity on her community, have pity on klal yisrael.

Let her memory be an inspiration to those who knew her to emulate her midos tovos and maasim tovim.

-Chaim Kosofsky,’

Springfield, MA

A brief but powerful encounter

I read the submissions here and see entries from many people who knew Zlata OBM for many years and in numerous roles. I did not know her for very long nor in many ways; instead, I knew her as one of my younger son’s Hebrew School teachers (along with wonderful Rochie) for just this past school year. It became clear to me a short way into the year that Zlata was no ordinary human being. My son came home on Sundays “spent” in the most wonderful of ways, and it was clear that what he was getting from Zlata was far more than a simple lesson.

 

Then, one day, the mail carrier brought us an invitation to Rochie’s wedding. I was overwhelmed that we would be considered by Zlata to be worthy guests and was incredibly excited to be included. At the wedding, I felt, well, embraced. I began to feel very connected to Zlata even though logic would not explain why; I saw her for a few moments each Sunday when dropping off or picking up my son -- certainly not enough to delve into anything deeply, but somehow enough to share feelings and words that added to my connection to her and to Judaism. Until I met the Geisinsky family, I had felt satisfied with my level of observance; in those few short months, I watched, listened and learned. Through only her graceful example, Zlata encouraged me to do more. And I am.

 

In the days since Zlata’s passing, I have wondered numerous times how I, someone who didn’t know her nearly as well as others, could have the “right” to feel the deep sadness that is inside me. After all, I am not a family member, longtime friend, school colleague, or mikvah visitor. So, how could I be allowed to have such strong emotions? As I sit here in the clothes I wore to shiva minyan tonight with tears drenching my face, I know: she connected to me on a level that I cannot understand from my human mind, but only from my heart, which is so much wiser than the head. I know that I will carry her in my heart throughout my life. Zlata gave me the right to these feelings simply by being in my life.

 

I also know that my children will carry her; even my older son, who did not attend Chabad Hebrew School, sobbed at the news of Zlata’s passing. He’d met her less than a handful of times but had listened to me talk about her and all the Geisinskys. As for my younger one, this week he donned tzitzit for the first time. He has begun to make brachas over the foods he eats daily, no longer only on Shabbos. He came to Chabad with a spark in him, and it has clearly been fueled into an exquisite fire by his connection to Zlata and her family members, who clearly exemplify her ways.

 

To say that Zlata will be missed by those she touched is an extreme understatement – that is apparent by the numbers of people pouring into the Chabad house and by the postings to this blog. To say that I will simply miss her is an inappropriate characterization. She has impacted my life in ways that I imagine I will know more and more in the years to come, and for that I am eternally grateful.

 

To the Geisinsky family, I send my deepest condolences and the wish that they will know that the gift of having Zlata in their lives does not end as long as she lives in them. I know that such a thing will happen. Until Moshiach comes, it is all that we have.

 

Laura Nadel Eisen

 

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On a Friday some 6 few years ago, I took the shuttle to DC for a court appearance on behalf of a friend, and was supposed to be back in NY for Shabbos. In the end, the weather did not allow me to get back to ANY. So there I was, stuck in the MD area with nothing, no kapote, no change of clothes, no place to stay for Shabbos, etc. I contacted the Geisinskys and was given the royal treatment. I spent a memorable shabbos, laughing all day and night with Benny zol zein gezunt.  Zlata a”h was an amazing machnis orach, making me and the other guests feel right at home, with her varimkeh big heart and outgoing personality. It was a shabbos I never forgot. She was clearly a shlucha par excellence. Hashem should give nechomo to benny and the kinderlach, because none of us can provide any meaningful nechomo.  

 

Rabbi Shalom M. Paltiel

Chabad of Port Washington

"Judaism with a Smile"

 

80 Shore Road

Port Washington, NY 11050

516 767 TORAH (8672)

www.chabadpw.org

rabbi@chabadpw.org

 

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Zlata

She was great it making sushi. She always knew what to say and when to say it. She was so kind.

With thanks

to Hashem for sharing a truly wonderful soul with us for the time she was on earth. We wanted her to be with us longer and don't understand why she is not. We are crying.

 

After our tears dry we should remember her and make her life lessons our own.

 

We'll miss her warm welcome: Remember her example and be more welcoming ourselves.

 

We'll miss her caring questions: Remember her example and be more solicitous ourselves.

 

We'll miss the quiet joy on her face as she watched the community she helped build. Remember her example and contribute to the community's strength.

 

I will try; will you join me?

 

A grieving member of the community

A TRUE SISTER

Dear Zlata,

 

We shared so many details in our life

Beyond the fact that two of your sisters are my sisters-in law,

And our family roots are intertwined for generations already,

I truly feel attached to you.

Our childhood in Crown Heights,

Centred around and inspired by the Rebbe,

Is a bond stronger than the craziest of glues!

We ate the same kind of foods,

We played the same games,

Loved Machanayim and Kugeleach,

Laughed at the same jokes,

True, you did more of the joking and I more of the laughing-

But it was a team.

We davened together in 770,

Pushed for the best spot at farbrengens,

Played in the same school yards,

Shopped in the same stores,

We babbled for long hours on the benches of Eastern Parkway, 

As we waited for our fathers to come home from shul.  

Drove to the Catskills in the summer,

Shared similar ideals,

Blossomed from the Rebbe's brochos.

Our brothers learned in the same Yeshivos,

Our mothers had twins at the same time,

Our fathers were best of friends,

We sang niggunim together for hours on end at Kumztizen with Chaya,

Drank every word the Rebbe's Shluchim said to us at assemblies,

We sang the entire davening out loud in honor of every Rosh Chodesh in our dear Bais Rivkah,

Our voices echoed joyfully in the halls of Church or Snyder Avenues,

Whether it was color war or just any old week day,

 

In the name of all of us kids growing up in the Crown Height of the 60's and 70's

You are our sister-

Though for the past 30 years, we are geographically dispersed in four corners of the globe,

In the frontline to bring Moshiach,

We continue to share our source of energy by returning to 770 at every possible occasion.

We ask Hashem to bring light into this year 5770.

Having you torn away from us is too much to cope with in our hectic lives.

He must help your Mother zol zein gezunt,

Your Twin sister Miré tlt

Soré, Channé, Mendel, Fitché and Lipé

And of course your husband and teiere kinderlech,

Aibershter, hob rachmones, and do what is needed to bring back the sound of joyful laughter to this wonderful group of people that is your family.

 

Esther Gourevitch – Brunoy, France

A true sister

For the Zlata blog

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

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