On my last visit, Noah taught me about some things he knows how to do.

On the first day he taught me how to do somersaults on the grass of his front lawn.

First he showed me.

“Look Zaidie, I can do somersaults,” he said and then he did going down the slight slope in the lawn.

I tried one but I turned my head so I went a bit sideways.

“Look Zaidie, I will show you again,” said Noah and then he did.

“I will try it again,” I said and then I did.

And Noah shouted and laughed, “that’s right Zaidie.  You did it!”

Then I said, “in Yiddish you call a somersault a ‘kozhelik’.”

Noah smiled and giggled and said, “kozhelik.  I can do a kozhelik.”  And then he did.

So Noah showed me how to do kozheliks. 

Then Noah showed me how to race from one end of the lawn to the other.  Sometimes he won.  Sometimes I won.  But mostly we were even.  Then Noah’s mom came out and called us in for lunch.

Noah also showed me how to play the ukelele and sing.  He sat on the lawn and had a hat in front of him.  He sat there with his sunglasses, strumming the ukelele and singing, “put the penny in, put the penny in,” over and over.

It was a fine performance and I and his father clapped.

So he did it again.

Noah taught me that he likes applause.

At his birthday party, Noah showed everyone there how he could  play the drums.  He sat there beating the drums.  But then he leaned his head back, opened his mouth and closed his eyes like Buddy Rich and kept his arms straight out beating the drums.

We all laughed and clapped.  So Noah did it again.  It was hard for Noah to stop.  A good thing we had to bring in the birthday cake. 

When we brought in the cake for Noah and his sister, Noah blew out both candles.

I learned a lot from Noah.  It was a happy day.