Posts Tagged: Personal Memories

Hanukkah and Christmas

In My Jewish Home I Grew Up Celebrating Christmas

  Sometimes it can feel like Hanukkah doesn’t hold a candle to Christmas. Eight skinny, little Hanukkah candles can’t even begin to compete with vibrating LED Christmas lights pulsating in sequence to the sound of everything from “Let it Snow”

Hanukkah and Christmas

In My Jewish Home I Grew Up Celebrating Christmas

  Sometimes it can feel like Hanukkah doesn’t hold a candle to Christmas. Eight skinny, little Hanukkah candles can’t even begin to compete with vibrating LED Christmas lights pulsating in sequence to the sound of everything from “Let it Snow”

Vintage baby photo 1920s

Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby

  In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of  Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age

Vintage baby photo 1920s

Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby

  In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of  Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age