A Spectator To Life’s SeasonsBy Malkie Gordon Hirsch MagenceLike a lot in life changed after Moshe’s death, so did where we would daven. I couldn’t justify dragging little kids out week after week just to spend the morning ushering crying toddlers in and out of the main sanctuary. Those mornings meant candy stashes, friends, and all the “fun” shul activities that didn’t actually involve much davening. He was Moshe Hirsch—the red-headed pied piper, father of many boys who wanted nothing more than to follow him everywhere. Seasons change, families change, I’ve changed.