YATED has received a ten-page FAX from Manchester of a
eulogy on MRS. SORELE WORCH o.b.m..
Every person is an entire world, and there are some people
who have made a greater impression on our world than others,
Mrs. Worch included. But since our entire double issue only
numbers 80 pages, we cannot hope to include it all, nor, in
any case, do justice to this `entire world.' We will,
therefore, suffice with an honorable excerpted and adapted
mention.
Mrs. Worch was a shining example for her community, raising a
large family singlehandedly, after her husband passed away
with her youngest, a ten-month-old baby, and the others also
young, and suffering through a difficult illness in her later
years of life.
She thought nothing of rising in the small hours of the
morning to make an early start of a busy day which included
running an increasingly busy bakery from her own kitchen.
This blossomed into a family business, as she had hoped. She
made no compromise in the immaculate standard of her house
and family. Her Shabbos table was fit to welcome the Queen
and when she made a simcha, the tables shone with
elegance and perfection devoid of all self- aggrandizement.
They reflected the pure pleasure and joy she had in their
preparation.
Mrs. Worch succeeded in bringing out the best in every child
and was rewarded in seeing them establish wonderful Jewish
homes. Each child was made to feel as if it s/he the
favorite, only child. I asked her once for the secret of her
lovely relationship with her daughters-in- law. Her amazing
answer: Once someone joins her family, she works only on love
till she loves them so much that if they ever had any faults,
she would not see them.
Mrs. Worch was a living example of her favorite motto, of
`rolling with the bumps,' of which her life had plenty, and
practiced the dictum of "Shivisi Hashem," for the
Aibishter was constantly on her lips and before her mind's
eye.
Mrs. Worch was also instrumental in establishing the English
branch of Bina in Manchester, for learning disabilities.
[And an excerpted poem written by S. O. and sent to encourage
Mrs. Worch during the winter months of illness:]
We warm our homes to make us snug
And keep the cold apart
But that which truly keeps us warm
Comes from within the heart.
The warmth I feel from a childhood friend
Who lives just down the road
who bravely faces challenges
And copes with all her load
So full of faith she battles on
Through every trial and test
As an example to the world
She really is the best.
You are with me in mind and heart
I think of you so often
I beg Hashem and ask Him that
Your hardship He should soften.
And so when days are tough and long
And so hard to get through
Remember someone down the road
Who's sharing it with you.
