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PAGE 8A HERITAGE FLORIDA JEWISH NEWS, DECEMBER 12, 2014 Fifteen-year-old Jonathan Trattner, a 10th grade stu- dent at Lyman High School, dreams of spending the sec- ond half of his junior year studying in Israel as part of NFTY's Eisendrath Interna- tional Exchange program for 10th - 12th grade students, the same program his father attended 40 years ago. He also wants to help pay for the trip himself, and has launched his first business, www.holiday- blowoutsale.com to raise the necessary funds. "I spent time this sum- mer looking for ways to earn money. I did some odd jobs, but really wanted something steady, and tried to find a local business that would hire me," Trattner said. "I was only 14 at the time, and everyone I talked to said 'Come back when you are 16, kid.' No one wanted to hire someone my age." That's when the young entrepreneur decided to start his own business. "I've always loved technology, especially Apple products, but until the week school started I didn't know what kind of business I wanted to have" he said. "And then--Lightbulb!--Iwas buy- ing school supplies at a store that was about to close, and noticed that they were selling all their phone cases at a big discount. I somehow managed to convince my mother to let me use my bar mitzvah money to buy them--all 2,000 of them! Then I got my sister and her boyfriend to help me orga- nize them. My mom's letting me use part of the garage and library as mywarehouse--so I guess that makes this a family business." Trattner's website, www. holidayblowoutsale.com, is selling phone cases for the iPhone-4 & 4S, 5 & 5S, and Samsung Galaxy $4 and Note !I, with well-known name brands like Incase, Survivor, Ativa, Agent 18, Ballistic and Tech by Tumi. Phone cases, which normally retail be- tween $20 and $40, are being sold on-line one for $9.95; two for $14.95; three for $19.95; plus Trattner is offering a discount to everyone in the Jewish Community. To receive the discount, type JCM in the coupon code to get an extra 20 percent off. Since buying the phone cases, Trattner has learned a lot about business. "I've had to figure out how to do inventory, ship things, and set up .my website. Now I'm concentrating on marketing. Because I was able to buy the phone cases at such a great price, I can sell them at a great price, and still make money to put towards my High School in Israel program." When he's not selling phone cases, Jonathan focuses on his schoolwork, and enjoys music, exercise and being part of Ly- man's Thespians. A graduate of the Hebrew Day School (now the Jewish Academy) he attends CRJ, where he's on the board of GORFTY (Greater Orlando Region Federation of Temple Youth), and is look- ing forward to spending his seventh summer at Camp Ramah Darom. "This business has be- come--essentially a part of me--and I really appreci- ate the support I've gotten from my friends, family and community," Trattner said. "The phone cases make great holiday gifts. Please visit my website, and please help me spread the word. With your help I know my new business will be a success! Thank you for shopping, thank you for sharing, and have yourself a 'Blow-out' Holiday!" For more information about Jonathan Trattner, or to buy phone cases in quantity, please reach out to him on Facebook, https://www.face-, book.com/HolidayBlowOut or email him at jonathan@ holidayblowoutsale.com. Jonathan Trattner displays some of the phone cases he is selling. Sudoku (see page 22 for solution SUDOKU By Hillel Kuttler BALTIMORE (JTA) - Be- yond the rusty orange leaves, the sky hugging the orchard flourished in pastel blue - a hue that surprisingly didn't define my mood while stretched out upon the grass, head nestled in interlocked palms that sweet October day. Surprisingly because the Sunday afternoon outing marked a jarring wrinkle in a cherished autumnal tradi- tion. With one son serving in the Israeli army and another participating in a post-high- school one-year program in Jerusalem, this apple-picking foray would be my first as an empty nester. I'd dreaded it -and even with Chanukah seemingly way off, holiday implications would surely be felt. Every apple-picking ven- ture, after all, concluded thus: Having driven us the 45 minutes home, I'd promptly lay the three bulging bags of Granny Smiths on the kitchen floor; peel, core and slice most of the apples; and drop the bounty into a pot until the brew of fruit, water, sugar and cinnamon reached a pungent boil. With a serving fork, I'd trap apple solids against the pot's side until the crushed remnants descended and dissolved into the thicken- ing goo. Then, even before the beige- yellow yumminess cooled, I'd spoon it into just-washed jars that had previously held tomato sauce or salsa. Before twisting the lids tight, I'd stretch plastic wrap across the jar mouths to preserve the contents. By Chanukah, we'd be rewarded. 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No Kuttler had harvested, slaughtered and picked the wheat, meat and produce that became meals -- but our own hands had plucked each green apple. And cooking up 25 pounds of the fruit every October proved surprisingly easy and eminently, edibly popular, as our Ratner's cook- book with the tattered cover attests. Up to 10 jars of applesauce resulted from an outing, which doesn't seem like much, considering the quantity of fruit with which we began. But vacuum-packed, they last surprisingly long. Each Chanukah, a few jars would be consumed with homemade latkes. We'd also bring a jar here or there to lunch hosts; anyone can present a bottle of wine or a loaf of challah (and I have), but applesauce is different, special. The rest of our picking bounty went for fruit munch- ing and pies. Eventually the supply ran out; we'd have to bide our time for the next autumn harvest. Autumn Sundays are best lived with country drives, small-town lingering and apple picking. But on this drive west, I felt a pit in my stomach. My sons had left home each of the past two Labor Days. Each transition- hurt, but defense mechanisms readily kicked in: Yossi's bed sat unmade because he'd return.in a few months to visit; the history books on Gil's floor still remain where he'd prefer them. I convinced myself I could adjust to their long-term absence because for so many years, they had Hillel Kuttler Hillel Kuttler is flanked by sons Yossi, left, and Gil in one of their apple-picking adven- tures years ago at a Maryland orchard. spent part of each week at their mother's, anyway. Going to Larriland Farm this time would be different because the two hours we used to spend at the Howard County orchard were so won- derful. The open fields always beckoned with football-catch opportunities. One son would snag a rotted apple to heave at a tree to see how gross the splattering might be; the oth- er offered an apple distance- throwing challenge. We'd chomp on Granny Smiths while meandering down a line of the low-hanging, vine-like branches, juice dripping down mouths and onto sweatshirts. We'd pose for pictures, one year's portrait evolving into the next, and we could still match each image with the football game that had been broadcast on the car radio driving home. Now there was no catch, no splatters, no portraits. The family's moments in that place and time had passed. More than 15 years--vanished. It'd be painful to return. This time, there weren't even Granny Smiths, the boys' favorite-theywouldn'tbe ripe for another week, the woman at the cash register said. So I snagged some reddish Staymans, a tart alternative, and ate my way, down the 300-yard-long row. On this first day following Sukkot, the harvest holiday, my plastic bag gradually filled and bulged with apples. This year the one bag sufficed. I photographed some hang- ing clusters of Staymans. At row's end, the comforting sun couldn't be ignored. There, at the property's fence, I lay down and stared up, reveling in nature's glorious setting. The branches above rustled loudly, and an acorn fell nearby. I smiled and, after 10 minutes, arose comforted. The orchard's row remained devoid of people, as if the agricultural ghost town were all mine. I turned a corner to follow another row out. Two young Women held hands, stretched out on the lawn beside their bags of pickings, basking in the warmth I'd just devoured. "A day doesn't get more perfect than this," I said. "That is so true," one woman responde l, wishing me a pleasant day. The orchard felt far less lonely and ghostly, less bitter- sweet - just sweet. A hayride filled with children roiled on nearby. On the drive home, my Ravens were demolishing the Falcons. By mid-November, the apples remained refrigerated, having not yet been peeled, cored, sliced, diced, cooked, scooped and jarred. Before Chanukah comes, though, the fresh batch will have been made. By then, the remaining two containers of 2013 vintage will be gone.