Friends to all

Not wealthy, not at all. In the days after arriving from Europe, my grandfather changed his job nearly as often as my grandmother lit shabbos candles.

But he was always rich. If he had a dollar in his pocket, he had 2. Often he would come home and ask my grandmother, "what do we have to eat?". To which she would reply, "not much". Then, he would take his couple dollars and run down to the market to buy a salami and loaf of bread . He would then invite guests (off the street) for a meal.

In hebrew this is called hachnasat orchim or "welcoming guests" and is one of the most important commandments in Judaism.