In Memory of Marsha Edelman, a Pillar of Our Kitchen Family

Working in the community, there are so many people I truly feel connected to—becoming part of their lives through both the big and small moments. This week, Marsha Edelman passed away, and she has genuinely been part of our kitchen’s rhythm for years.

Marsha moved to Milwaukee later in life to be near her daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren. Her oldest granddaughter, Judy, is one of my longest-standing friends. We met her first summer at Camp Interlaken, right before she moved here with her family. She was about to start freshman year of high school, and I was entering my sophomore year. We’ve been close ever since—celebrating simchas, supporting each other, and showing up during the hard times.

Through my friendship with Judy, I got to know Marsha even before she lived here, during her visits to Milwaukee. Marsha was a fiercely independent woman. Even after her husband passed away, she continued living on her own in her Mequon condo, keeping a kosher home.

When COVID hit and we pivoted to takeout for daily meals and holidays, Judy started reaching out for help—and so began our weekly delivery to “Bobby” (as her grandkids and great-grandkids affectionately called her, a twist on Bubbe shaped by her New York accent). For five years, we delivered her brisket, sweet and sour meatballs, chicken soup, wraps, and of course, sweet treats. Her notes were always specific: “no extra salt and pepper, and no tomatoes.” Everyone on our team knew when it was Bobby’s order and how she liked it.

Her name has become a staple in our kitchen. All my staff—past and present—knew her name, and many had delivered to her home. As Marsha aged and didn’t always hear the doorbell, we started texting Judy so she could make sure the meals got inside and put away. Judy and her family always ensured Bobby had her holiday meals and was well taken care of, and we felt truly honored to be a part of that.

Marsha lived a long and beautiful life, deeply connected to her children, grandchildren, and many great-grandchildren. The nachas and legacy she leaves behind are profound. She lives on in the hearts of many—through the Jewish values she upheld, her commitment to tradition, and the love she poured into her family.

זכרונה לברכה— May her memory always be for a blessing.