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By Judith Tydor Baumel-Schwartz
The desire to keep my grandmother's memory and voice alive inspired me to write an article about her for The Jewish Press.
By Judith Tydor Baumel-Schwartz
Like numerous women of her generation, she was able to whip up a three-course meal out of nothing and make a one-week Depression paycheck last for six months.
By Judith Tydor Baumel-Schwartz
After Max's death, Shirley and Chaskel had bought an apartment in Israel for the future. Suddenly the future was now.
By Judith Tydor Baumel-Schwartz
Watching the puppy's wobbling walk, she named him Umbriago, similar to the word "drunk" in Italian and Spanish (embriagado).
By Judith Tydor Baumel-Schwartz
Taking her daughter's hand, Freida Sima once again rued her husband Mordche's communist polemics and political pessimism that Shirley had grown up with.
By Judith Tydor Baumel-Schwartz
“We took nothing, as we thought we would come home in a few days, but we never came home,” Sheindl recalled. She never saw Shaja again.
By Judith Tydor Baumel-Schwartz
Her heart went out to her mother, who had so wanted to stay in America, and who had cried her heart out to her eldest daughter the night before she returned to Mihowa.
