Pichifkes: Stories Heard on the Road and by the Way

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Hanoch Teller is a globe-trotting, modern-day maggid whose engaging message of hope and inspiration has taken him to the four corners of the world. Along the way he collected these irresistible stories (pichifkes are “curios” in Yiddish) from far-flung communities and unconventional individuals.




With the passing of their father, Yisrael, Zev, and Aliza Stein inherited a 40,000-shekel debt and a week of mournful togetherness in their dear departed's rented apartment. Whereas family tragedies usually have a way of uniting family members, senior Stein's death veered from this commonplace.

Yisrael and Zev had never been close, but at least they put up a cordial front. In that house of mourning, however, something turned their relationship irremediably sour, and neither their wives nor Aliza could dislodge the wedge that was driven between the two brothers.

They say time heals all wounds, but not this one. For three decades, relations stood at a standstill of dissociation and non-communication. Over the years, influential outsiders sought to catalyze a reconciliation, or at least an understanding — but to no avail.

Ironically, when one of the warring parties finally made a noble attempt at brotherhood, the impetus came from within. Yisrael had the distinct "privilege" of chairing a tenants' committee meeting in his Jerusalem apartment building. The committee was charged with overseeing building maintenance and collecting the dues used to finance these repairs. Although this may sound like a prosaic enough activity, such meetings are generally convened atop a powder keg of emotions. The confab in Yisrael's modest home was no different. In minutes it turned riotous, with tempers flaring, accusations flying, and insults rising to a crescendo of disharmony and bedlam.

Perching himself atop a chair, Yisrael issued an earnest plea for peace. For three straight minutes he lectured a suddenly attentive audience on both the virtue and the utilitarian advantage of shalom. "God's name is peace," he concluded dramatically. "Let us not desecrate His holy name." With that, order was restored.

Suddenly, a light bulb illuminated in his head. Not only does charity begin at home, a sobered Yisrael Stein pondered, but peace must as well. If he made no diplomatic overture towards his brother now, his inner voice instructed, then he would be guilty of felonious hypocrisy. But how? Thirty years of animosity had fortified, not softened, the enmity between Zev and himself.

Before Yisrael could think of an appropriate gesture, the calendar suggested one for him. In eleven days was Purim, the holiday of charity and friendship. With wholehearted fraternity, Yisrael Stein overcame his well-harbored scorn and lovingly assembled a package of mishloach manos for his estranged brother.

Yisrael's nine-year-old son, Avner, was to be the courier and his father impressed upon him the importance of the task. Purim only came once a year so the opportunity had to be seized now. By the time Avner left the house, it had become dazzlingly clear to him that no mishloach manos delivery he would ever make would be as significant as this one.

Obviously, the assignment was not destined to be uneventful, for as the young boy alighted from the bus he tripped over some bricks discarded from a nearby construction site, and his precious cargo went sailing into the mud. Avner didn't know what to do. After his father's stern warning he was petrified to return home with the package in shambles. Thus, Avner Stein did what any conscientious nine-year-old in his situation might have done.

He gathered all the contents of the mishloach manos — dirt-coated chocolate, chocolate-coated dirt, broken bottles, and wine-soaked cookies — clumps of mud of various consistencies et al, and reinserted them in what was left of their ripped box. Fortunately, he figured, the name of the sender had not sustained any damage. Like a good little soldier, Avner Stein completed his mission.

When Zev Stein discovered the garbage his brother had sent him, he didn't view it as a Purim jest. In fact, the pitiful peace offering became a provocation and he felt obliged to respond in kind and at the same time one up him. Mud was the least of the trash Zev Stein dispatched to his brother.

Suffice it to say that it wasn't a merry Purim for the greater Stein family.


Pichifkes is a collection of stories that the author heard “on the road and by the way,” stories that did not fit into the books that he was working on, but deserve to be retold. The twin themes identified by the author are human kindness, on the one hand, and Divine Providence, on the other. But, perhaps, as one goes through these stories – some short, some a little longer – he senses yet another theme: the indestructibility of the spark of Jewishness, even in the most unlikely circumstances. The reader will thoroughly enjoy these stories.
Reviewed in The Jewish Observer


Hanoch Teller is an unusually prolific author, and has just published three new blockbusters. Pichifkes (a Yiddish term for small, precious curios), like Teller’s earlier collection of true, short stories, it is destined, judging from its popularity, to become a classic.

What makes this book so engaging is its different approach. Unlike other Teller books which are thematic compilations, Pichifkes has no central theme. It is simply a collection of the most intriguing and inspiring stories he has heard during his travels over the past five years.
Teller’s forte is obviously the short story. In Pichifkes, it is apparent that he has mastered the art of transforming the fabric of life into fascinating and significant episodes of Divine Providence. Through these stories, the reader discovers how the Jewish people have been able to impart love and ethics to their offspring, and at the same time have a last laugh on a sometimes cruel and always fickle fate.
Teller contends that no reader is interested in raw reality for everyone has enough of their own. He prefers instead “A story that reveals an insight, realism as opposed to reality.”
Pichifkes is a treasure trove of charming stories that will appeal to young and old.
Reviewed in The Jerusalem Post Magazine


Words of Praise

“In Pichifkes, Hanoch Teller reaches new heights in the art of storytelling. He has an uncanny way of building up the climax of the story which grips your heart and etches its message on your mind. His stories are not only true, but truth – the truth that men and women, living by and guided by Torah, can be partners with God in the miracles of this world. In contrast to the sordid dimension of human existence which we get from the news media, Teller’s stories reaffirm that ‘Light is sown for the righteous and for the upright of heart, gladness.’”

Rabbi Joseph Grunblatt
Queens Jewish Center, Forest Hills, N.Y.
Professor of Jewish Studies, Touro College
Author of Exile and Redemption

“Once again, Hanoch Teller has treated us to an insightful look at our heritage.  Pichifkes is a wonderful collection of short stories which introduces us to real people and real situations. In some stories we discover characters with strong faith, and in others our curiosity impels us to turn each page to uncover the mysteries behind a very enduring belief. Hanoch Teller has collected stories which provide inspiration. If you have ever questioned your faith, Pichifkes will bring you to understand the privilege it is to have it.” 

The Hon. Joseph I. Lieberman
U.S Senator, Connecticut



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