15 May 2026

Published May 13, 2026 by rochellewisoff

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This week’s photo shows a brick enclosure with an opening in the wall that looks like a large keyhole leading to another brick enclosure. Streaks of light seem to be coming through the perhaps grass ceiling. There are large stones on the ground and a bird bath in the right corner. It also looks like there are other little treasures on the ground.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

THE HOLE STORY

Eleven-year-old Murray breathed in the aroma of his father’s wares in the Lenders’ Connecticut bakery as he strung them on a length of twine. Tomorrow morning, Sunday, customers would line up to buy the roll with the hole for breakfast. A little pleasure to start the week and forget the horror in his parents’ native Poland.

“Pop, your bagels are the best.”

Harry pinched Murray’s cheek. “One day all this will be yours.”

In 1963 Murray and his brothers, Marvin and Sam introduced Lender’s frozen bagels to the supermarkets.  The bagelization of America had begun. Please pass the cream cheese.

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48 comments on “15 May 2026

    • Dear Violet,

      As a child growing up in the Midwest US the only people in my city who even knew about bagels were Jewish. I do remember Lender’s coming out with frozen ones. They were really good toasted. But they weren’t as great as ones we got at the Kosher deli. 😉

      Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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      • I’ve never had Lox. I just looked it up. I love salmon, but the description mentioned that it’s very salty, never smoked; also, that some prefer what is called Nova Lox, which reduces the salt and smokes it just a tiny bit. I’ve never seen this in my grocery stores, but maybe I just didn’t know where to look. Do you get it at a deli?

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  • Bagels are too heavy for me, although honestly I’m a disgrace to my homeland because I rarely eat bread at all. I love the idea of the bagels bringing a good piece of their home to the US while leaving the pain behind as far as possible.

    Lovely as ever, Rochelle.

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  • Rochelle, as a bagel lover, it sounds like heaven to grow up in a house where you dad made them. What a lovely picture this week too. I’m looking forward to seeing what inspiration this brings out in our group.

    Have a great week!

    -David

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    Now I have a hankering for a bagel with cream cheese, lox, capers, some marinated shallots… sigh.

    A lovely bit of history shared within the lines of a story. You do excel at these, my friend.

    Shalom and lotsa hungry for bagels love,

    Dale

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    • Dear Dale,

      You are a woman after my own heart. Marinated shallots? I’ll have to try that.

      Glad you enjoyed the history lesson. It’s always to challenge to zero in on one particular bit to cram into a hundred words. 😉

      Shalom and lotsa bagels and lox lovin’ hugs,

      Rochelle

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      • I have to marinate them because raw… no longer my friend. Somehow a short(ish) bath in vinegar, salt and ice cubes takes the edge off.

        And yet, you do it so well 🙂

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  • I grew up in what I call “the Maryland suburbs of DC”. One of my best friends from high school is Jewish and she turned me on to bagels when I was 15. I moved to Virginia as a VERY young bride to a VERY rural area. Early on I called into town at the Safeway and asked if they had any bagels. They didn’t know what they were. I gave a heavy sigh and said “if you have any, they would be in the frozen food section”. They didn’t, and that evening I asked my husband “What kind of God-forsaken place have you moved me to?”
    Okay, maybe a little dramatic but, come on! (lol)

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    • Dear Dawn,

      Ooooh, what a delicious story. 😉 Growing up in the Midwest, none of my gentile friends had a clue what a bagel was. Barbarians!

      I’m sure your rural neighbors had no clue what lox was either. Thank you for the share.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • I love your take on the prompt. Born and raised in NYC, frozen bagels may not be the best, but I was overjoyed when Lender’s Bagels suddenly appeared in HARRIS TEETER in Virginia!! They taste like home, more than the handmade ones they sell around here. Now, pass the cream cheese and the lox (I get confused looks here when I ask for lox, they call it “smoked salmon”).

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    • Dear Michele,

      I understand completely. My dad was from Brooklyn and moved to the Midwest when he met and married my mom during WW2. He never quite adjusted. Missed his seltzer (which I love).

      I have a recipe for Lox that’s very much like what they eat in Israel. Not smoked at all, but brined in Kosher salt, sugar and vodka with dillweed mixe in. Tasty.

      Thank you for sharing your story. Glad you enjoyed my story.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • I love bagels, especially blueberry. One time, I bought a bag of bagels, and the cashier asked if I was from the East Coast. I had never considered bagels a coast-specific delight.

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