Coming to America

It is now a familiar sight to almost anyone reading this; the torchlit procession marching, with the bright orange glow piercing the night sky. * * * * On September 19, 1947, a…

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If it Wasn’t for the Rain

If it wasn’t for the rain that doused the burning fuses, my synagogue would be no longer. In 1943 my grandfather celebrated his Bar-Mitzvah at Temple Beth-El in Birmingham, Alabama. He opened his speech with…

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Rediscovering Alabama

I always carried pride in Alabama, the state where my great-great-grandfather settled in 1885 to service the miners of Brookside, the state I adorn red and white for every Saturday. The Alabama I…

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