Harlan Yaffe

Harlan's Legacy

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No. 395 October 2, 2026 5 min

The Pitom

Jewish Life / Shabbat

When Harlan and I were young, we did not fully understand that we were celebrating Sukkot. We were preschoolers in Sunday religious school, then first graders and second graders.

Sukkot was simply something we did every year.

Only in hindsight can we see that our parents did it before us, and their parents did it before them.

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About Harlan

Harlan Blaine Yaffe is remembered here through the weekly stories written by his brother, Hal. His full biography is being carefully assembled from family records, photographs, original writings and the memories of those who knew him.

Further ahead

The Book

One day, a book — fifty stories gathered into six parts, so these Fridays might survive forever. The stories are still being collected; none have been chosen yet.

The fifty are being chosen slowly and thoughtfully. A little more than half already have their place.

  1. I Growing Up Harlan
  2. II Being Harlan
  3. III Mom, Dad and Home
  4. IV Funny Moments That Became Sacred
  5. V Grief and Shabbat
  6. VI Peace, Love & Equality For All