My fingers were softer now when they caressed those engraved letters. I’d heard more from my grandmother about her treasured older sister Debra, and I understood more about family ties,Lifetakes: A Dish Full of Thanks,My fingers were softer now when they caressed those engraved letters. I’d heard more from my grandmother about her treasured older sister Debra, and I understood more about family ties
Y ou can’t argue with a goral.
A couple years after we married my siblings drew lots to allocate some old silver items that had belonged to my great-uncle and aunt Uncle Leib and Aunt Debra. This kind elderly couple had been part of my early childhood leaving vaguely pleasant memories of soft pats on my cheek and visits to the land of brewed teas and sponge cake.
Gentle souls they shared a premise widespread in my grandmother’s family: If you were one of ours everything you did was right. My parents stayed close to this couple as they aged and we were taken on regular trips to the nursing home where I watched games of Bingo and saw old age up close. Then we were taken along to the hospital.
Uncle Leib and Auntie Debra had no children so his menorah Kiddush cups and worn seforim and her lovely flowered china passed to my family.
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