This typewriter belonged to my savta's sister. It was given to her by her parents when she was in high school and she had to learn to type. She used it for typing all of her high school and university essays.
It is in our heritage that Jewish people help other when they are in need. Sometimes they give money, or food or labour to others when they are in need. This is called tzedaka and it is a big mitzvah.
The challah cover was always on Bubby Dina's Shabbat table every Friday night. Today the challah cover lies on Jonas' safta's table to welcome Shabbat. The cover reminds us of the time our family would come together for a memorable and joyful time. From our earlier memories of growing up, Shabbat was the day where stories were exchanged over the table and laughter would echo through the house...today the very same exchanges are taking place.
This is significant to my family because, it shows that we have a sad story behind us. It also shows us that we should be thankful for what we have, and how we live.
My great grandfather, the father of my grandmother was a great tailor and a man of trust of the king. He is buried now in Israel. He died in France and his wish was to get buried in Israel and now he is buried there. It is the only thing we have about my great grandfather and it was something that was important to him.
My grandparents met 60 years ago in a children's hostel in Dublin, Ireland. They emigrated and married in Toronto 56 years ago and they still live near my house. My Bubbe and Zaidy are Holocaust survivors and how lucky am I to have such wonderful grandparents to love and be loved. I just feel very sorry for my father who did not have a chance to see and know any of his grandparents as they were murdered by the Nazis of Germany. I am here to make up for his loss.
This is a picture of my great grandfather, Morris S., winning the best cow in a local fair. This was taken from an Ottawa newspaper clipping.
Mom attended Associated Hebrew School when she was a child. In grade one, her class celebrated and performed a Shacharit Service toward the end of the school year. This Siddur celebration reminds us of the significance and longevity of prayer amongst the Jewish people.
Shaia J., a cousin in New York, owned a handkerchief factory. He delivered this fancy handkerchief for a present for Rose F., the mother of Pearl H. Rose carried it in her purse for special occasions. Then she gave it to her daughter Pearl.
This handkerchief is a connection between Hadas' great grandmother and her Savta.
My Zaidy got the necklace when he and my Bubie were visiting Israel. The reason was to remember the great trip.
This necklace always helps us to remember our Zaidy. We always want to keep something special close to our hearts.