More than any other ancestral hometown, Rybky, Slovakia has always had the strongest pull on my heart. Maybe that’s because it was the first ancestral hometown that I learned about when I was young, or maybe because it seemed to be a place that others were committed to remembering — or perhaps both. My grandfather [...]
Yesterday, I found my great-great-great-grandparents’ grave in a plum orchard in Slovakia.
me, at what used to be 202 West End Avenue When I was in New York a few weeks ago, eating some amazingly good gelato on the Upper West Side, I realized we were only blocks away from where my great-grandmother Charlotte grew up at 202 West End Avenue. Her building doesn’t exist anymore – [...]
Thanksgiving 1990? Sometime right around when this photo was taken (I think this must have been Thanksgiving or sometime around then), my grandparents gave me an aquamarine ring as a Christmas/Hanukkah present. They died not that long after and for the last 21 years, I have spent almost every minute wearing that ring. It has [...]
My mother’s parents were taken away from me 17 years ago this past Tuesday, and it will never not hurt. Ethel Kalisch Hoffer (1918-1991), me, Frank Markus Hoffer (1909-1991)