Local ghost left new year wishes

Jan. 1st 1882
Dear little book I pen a line this new year’s Eve. The old year has gone with all its joys and sorrows. A new one ushered in may this year be one of more joy to me then [sic] the one passed. Good night little book
Good Night.

The Dovekeepers

At my synagogue’s most recent sisterhood brunch, I ran into Renee, an old family friend whom I had not seen in more than 15 years. I greeted her with a smile and a hug, and we wandered together to the temple library, where she shared with me her insight into its significance and history. SuddenlyContinue reading “The Dovekeepers”