My mother's passion percolated within me. And over the last year, it found expression in a direction she could not have foreseen
The sparks of Uncle Laizer’s destiny, covered for 92 years, are glowing slightly again. We will not let them fade away.
My mother wished that I would have known every one of her cousin’s children. I don’t. But two assimilated Ukrainian Jewish families are being drawn, ever so slowly, back to family and faith, because of my mother’s passion, and weekly Melaveh Malkahs in Williamsburg in the 1950s.
The author of two books, Yaakov Rosenblatt is a rabbi and businessman in Dallas, Texas.
(Originally featured in A Gift Passed Along, Pesach 5780)
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