This article originally appeared in Moment. Reprinted here with permission. Yehoshua Abba Chananiah [aka: Shuki], my youngest son, descends from the yellow mini-bus that transports him to and from school, his arms akimbo, his gait awkward, his smile illuminating the...
Back in the early 50’s, my friend’s older sister, Malka, worked as secretary in one of the Bais Yaakov elementary schools. The children were, for the most part, the daughters of survivors; many had been born in DP camps. Their homes were far from wealthy, and the...
