Posts Tagged: Personal Memories
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”
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”
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
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
