נשלח: זונטאג אפריל 12, 2015 4:47 am
שוין ווידער מיט ארץ ישראל און חלומות, אבער דאס אינגאלע... אוי!' ס'רייסט דאס הארץ.
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ס'האט מיר געברענגט טרערן
http://vps9000.inmotionhosting.com/~kavesh6/viewtopic.php?t=4134
בלאט 12 פון 28
נשלח: זונטאג אפריל 12, 2015 10:21 pm
פיינפול? אזוי פילען די אמיגא'ס... אין לך אדם שאין לו שעה!
נשלח: מאנטאג אפריל 13, 2015 3:55 pm
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XGJq8wrw5I[/youtube]
נשלח: מאנטאג אפריל 13, 2015 5:06 pm
פיש'לע הערינג: ייש"כ. ס'איז געווען זייער דראמאטיש. איך האב עס געפילט אין מיין גוף ונפש. נישט אומזיסט האט די תורה אונז אנגעזאגט..."ואהבתם את הגר"... 
נשלח: מאנטאג אפריל 13, 2015 11:33 pm
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נשלח: זונטאג אפריל 19, 2015 2:56 am
נשלח: זונטאג אפריל 19, 2015 2:59 am
מה זה?
נשלח: זונטאג אפריל 19, 2015 9:38 pm
נשלח: דינסטאג אפריל 21, 2015 1:20 am
א בריוו וואס א סאלדאט האט געשריבן צו זיין פרוי, איין וואך פאר ער איז גע'הרג'עט געווארן אין די ציווילע קריג.
[left]July the 14th, 1861
Washington D.C.
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure—and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine O God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows—when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children—is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar—that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the brightest day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again.
As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.
Sullivan[/left]
[left]July the 14th, 1861
Washington D.C.
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure—and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine O God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows—when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children—is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar—that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the brightest day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again.
As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.
Sullivan[/left]
Re: ס'האט מיר געברענגט טרערן
נשלח: דינסטאג אפריל 21, 2015 7:43 am
Wow! הערליך געשריבן! א פלעינע מענטש /סאלדאט היינטיגע צייטן קען נישט דאס.
I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
My love for you is deathless
נשלח: דינסטאג אפריל 21, 2015 2:33 pm
געוואלט האב איך שרייבן א דעסקריפשאן אבער ס'איז העכער פון ווערטער.
https://youtu.be/yVzAC7mLxJw
https://youtu.be/yVzAC7mLxJw
נשלח: מיטוואך אפריל 22, 2015 10:38 pm
נשלח: דאנערשטאג אפריל 23, 2015 10:42 am
די אינטערוואו אויף קול מבשר 114
פון ר' גבריאל ששון
פון ר' גבריאל ששון
נשלח: פרייטאג אפריל 24, 2015 4:48 pm
http://m.ch10.co.il/news/160737/#.VTqrh_nD_qA
פארוואס זענען זיי אויסגעלייזט און אונז זענען נאך אין גלות?
פארוואס זענען זיי אויסגעלייזט און אונז זענען נאך אין גלות?
נשלח: פרייטאג אפריל 24, 2015 5:03 pm
מיט אזא גאולה ביסטו אויך געבענטשט דא.
נשלח: זונטאג אפריל 26, 2015 5:20 pm
נישטא וואס צו רעדן, הלוואי מיר זאלן אזוי דאווענען
#סקרוך אין די ביינער
#סקרוך אין די ביינער
Re: ס'האט מיר געברענגט טרערן
נשלח: זונטאג אפריל 26, 2015 9:38 pm
אה! דער געפיל פון עם אחד. עם ישראל חי. די ריקודים ביים סוף האבן מיר געברענגט טרערן.
Re: ס'האט מיר געברענגט טרערן
נשלח: זונטאג אפריל 26, 2015 9:39 pm
קאווע טרינקער האט געשריבן:http://m.ch10.co.il/news/160737/#.VTqrh_nD_qA
פארוואס זענען זיי אויסגעלייזט און אונז זענען נאך אין גלות?
די בת היענה וואוינט נישט ביי זיי.
נשלח: מאנטאג אפריל 27, 2015 6:13 pm
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUiXyaelPV0[/youtube]
נשלח: דינסטאג אפריל 28, 2015 11:55 pm
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ul1c6dcmQBY[/youtube]
נשלח: דאנערשטאג אפריל 30, 2015 12:35 pm
ס'וויל זיך וויינען!
נשלח: דאנערשטאג אפריל 30, 2015 1:11 pm
מ'וועט נאך אסאך וויינען פארוואס מ'האט ביי דעם איד זיך נישט גענוג געווייקט.