I knew from my own experiences how easy it is to lose the connection to Jewish life. Raised with little Jewish tradition in my home and in a predominantly non-Jewish suburb of Boston, I did not have a strong affiliation with the Jewish community and nearly missed out on all the gifts that Je…
The lives of my parents were shaped and forever affected by their childhood experiences in the Holocaust. My mother, Sarah, was a survivor of Auschwitz death camp and my father, Jackob, suffered in the labor camps. They were true survivors, by any definition.
They experienced and lived to t…
My first trip to Israel was a turning point for me.
As a child who fled the Holocaust with her parents, Celia was raised in a home that never took the existence of Israel for granted. But both my parents were Canadian born, and though I grew up hearing stories of my grandparents’ struggle…
Our mother Jennie has been an incredible role model for her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. Her commitment has always been to a well-rounded Jewish life built on the 3 pillars of Judaism: torah, prayer, and charitable acts.
Born and raised in Toronto, her father was a Rabbi…
Our father was born in the depths of the Depression, and his teen years were no doubt clouded by World War II. Perhaps that is why he left school — to make money to enjoy life a bit. He came to regret that decision, which led him to complete his education through adult education courses la…
